Roles II

And to close off the topic... the funniest thing about my experiment is that the "top" I was talking with was just posturing for my benefit ... I guess create the manly-man fantasy ...
I have more masculinity in my pinky finger (yes, damn it, my pinky) than he does in his whole role playing john Wayne posturing body ...
Be fucking real ... just be a man...
Why do gays find that so hard? ... and ultimately he felt more like a bottom to me ...
Whatever really ... just be yourself top or bottom ....

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