Although I am lucky to have found and married a woman I can consider my soul mate, I have always been intrigued with my own mild bisexual curiosity as well as that professed by others. I have done alot of soul searching and research into this phenomenon and I think I have come up with a reason that this tendency exists. I think it will set alot of minds at ease if you approach my theory with an open mind. It may even make you feel empowered and liberated at long last from the lingering feelings of guilt our society likes to instill in us.
I have always felt a need for male companionship. I don't say this in the way you might infer. I am not talking about having someone's dick in my ass. That has never happened and never will and I am not the least bit interested in it. Nevertheless, I have always tended to form very close, intimate male friendships. It has always been a need that I have had. I love women, and I am fiercely devoted to My Woman, but I have always had to have a buddy, too. I recently lost a close friend, and I really miss him. I miss that male intimacy. I feel a lonely ache if I do not have a buddy to horse around with and, at times, tangle with in a good natured way. I think many men feel that way. I don't think it is even strictly sexual. I think there is something in us that longs for that thing we lost long ago.
We evolved in close-knit tribal communities, of which the males alone ventured out to hunt. They ventured out into a dangerous world, not alone but in small groups, and a bond was forged between them in their struggles...an intimacy. Did they fuck each other? Of course they did-- and it tempered their bond. That is why homosexual behavior exists and wasn't evolved out of us. It existed and still does as a survival mechanism to keep those warrior-hunters we once were alive, for who would you risk your life for the most? A stranger...or your fellow warrior/lover...a man you not only hunt with in a dangerous enviroment, but maybe fuck as well when it is dark and cold and you are far from hut and wife. And who would risk his life for yours so that you can make it safely back home to mate your wife and father the next generation? Why, the man you rubbed cocks with in secret the night before. That's the man who would fight a bear to save you! It is so simple and makes perfect sense! Homosexual behavior is not an abberation that should have evolved out of us, but a survival mechanism that helped us stay alive.
A light went off in my head when I realized what this longing I felt stemmed from, and it gave me some peace with it and my own "conflicting" needs. That need is there in us because it is an evolutionary trait. We are not confused men who don't know what we want. All men have, somewhere in our genetics, this old hunter bonding programming. It is probably also influenced by our testosterone cycles, as I have noticed that my need for male companionship seems to crest and fall. It is probably also why we are repulsed by the swishy guys, as they would never be allowed in a hunting party and would be required to stay at the village with the women. We sense their weakness, and know instinctively that they would not be able to protect us physically if danger struck! I'm sorry if that offends any swishy men here, but I think it holds true.
And why would the sight of an erect cock arouse a so-called "pure straight"? Why do you look at a dick and sometimes get a little bit of a wood, no matter how much you like pussy? It is a symbol of virility and strength, something that has to be preserved and kept safe for the good of the tribe so that life can be continued. That is why our dick pics garner such attention. We want to see each others cocks, because we measure virility by size of cock and balls. Who are the most respected members of this forum? Not necessarily the smartest guys, not the best looking, or richest...it is the men with the biggest, hardest, most virile and masculine cocks. Guys like DLD, Supra, Stillwantmore, Redzulu. In an earlier thread, I asked all you men who you would fuck if you had to choose, and those were the names that kept coming up. We're all size queens, because we know subconsciously that the biggest, strongest cocks are the most likely to impregnate the women and continue the tribe.
In the modern world, we are expected to stand alone, without our fellow warriors/hunters at our side. That evolutionary need to bond with other males is still there, but is not being fulfilled. I feel it as an ache sometimes. Sometimes it's not so bad, but it's always there. There's something a little wild in me.
Don't feel guilty about this need, guys. Don't be scared that you are gay because Electric's dick got you hard or one time you downloaded a gay porno clip off Kazaa and jacked off to it. No matter what society tells us we are supposed to be, we are Alpha Males, we are descended from the strongest, meanest, HORNIEST hunters in the tribe. Don't fear that you might one day "switch sides" because that is not what it is about. You are not one of those weak brothers who stay at home and tan and sew skins with the girls. Your genes came straight down from the bad-asses who fucked their women silly and then went off to hunt some mammoths or bisons, and I pretty much guarantee that after a few days in the bush, those horny mothers were eyeing each other...and it helped keep them alive. The one who didn't was the one who let the tiger eat his companion, and the one who wouldn't give it up was the one that nobody ran back for when the bear was after them and he fell and broke his ankle. Laugh if you want, but if you are open-minded and honest, you know its true.
I am lucky in that I have come to this insight. We are living in a society that represses this need. It all stems back to repressive religious doctrine, designed to seperate the common man from his brother, trap him in a little house with a little wife and little kids, and suck his money and soul away into gilded church coffers! How could otherwise free men buck off the yoke of the church if they are seperated and weakened by guilt? As you can tell, I am not much for organized religion (or mind-slavery, whatever you want to call it) although I do believe in God. It just seems pretty obvious that our current society, as well as most of the civilized societies of the past, were designed to seperate us from forming close bonds. I suppose we are easier to control that way.
I am 1/8 Cherokee, so the savage is not too far back in my family tree. My Great Grandmother was full blooded. Maybe you think this is all a load of hogwash, but I can assure you that most of the males in my family are a little bit wild because of it.
How then to deal with these feelings? I have found that it helps me to be around other men. To open up and let myself form intimate male friendships. I have never been sexual with any of my male friends, although there has been, at times, quite a bit of joking and innuendo. I have, in fact, even been offered blow jobs twice...quite seriously...by totally straight, normal guys. I did turn them down, with a laugh, and don't regret it, but the closeness helps fill that need for companionship. I also stay very physically active. My wife says I'm a workaholic. I am naturally a big guy, not real athletic, but I am 6'3, strong as a horse and work like 60 to 70 hours a week. I used to go to the gym, but without a buddy it just wasn't very fun. I am interested in martial arts and have had some training in aikido. I am also currently obsessed with sword fighting. I would love to train in the art of swordsmanship. Does that sound like a typical "closeted gay guy", of which I have been accused of being? I like to think that I am just more open and honest than most about issues that make other men squirm in discomfort.
So what am I saying? Am I advocating everyone going out and doing their best friend in the rear end? Not at all! I just wanted to share this insight into a part of the male psyche that causes some of us such distress and is so denigrated in our society. I'm just saying, don't sweat it! If you ever saw your fishing buddy pissing over the side of the boat and felt your peter twitch, or popped a chub spotting your gym partner, don't be ashamed. Just remember that there's a horny little primate in all of it.
I have always felt a need for male companionship. I don't say this in the way you might infer. I am not talking about having someone's dick in my ass. That has never happened and never will and I am not the least bit interested in it. Nevertheless, I have always tended to form very close, intimate male friendships. It has always been a need that I have had. I love women, and I am fiercely devoted to My Woman, but I have always had to have a buddy, too. I recently lost a close friend, and I really miss him. I miss that male intimacy. I feel a lonely ache if I do not have a buddy to horse around with and, at times, tangle with in a good natured way. I think many men feel that way. I don't think it is even strictly sexual. I think there is something in us that longs for that thing we lost long ago.
We evolved in close-knit tribal communities, of which the males alone ventured out to hunt. They ventured out into a dangerous world, not alone but in small groups, and a bond was forged between them in their struggles...an intimacy. Did they fuck each other? Of course they did-- and it tempered their bond. That is why homosexual behavior exists and wasn't evolved out of us. It existed and still does as a survival mechanism to keep those warrior-hunters we once were alive, for who would you risk your life for the most? A stranger...or your fellow warrior/lover...a man you not only hunt with in a dangerous enviroment, but maybe fuck as well when it is dark and cold and you are far from hut and wife. And who would risk his life for yours so that you can make it safely back home to mate your wife and father the next generation? Why, the man you rubbed cocks with in secret the night before. That's the man who would fight a bear to save you! It is so simple and makes perfect sense! Homosexual behavior is not an abberation that should have evolved out of us, but a survival mechanism that helped us stay alive.
A light went off in my head when I realized what this longing I felt stemmed from, and it gave me some peace with it and my own "conflicting" needs. That need is there in us because it is an evolutionary trait. We are not confused men who don't know what we want. All men have, somewhere in our genetics, this old hunter bonding programming. It is probably also influenced by our testosterone cycles, as I have noticed that my need for male companionship seems to crest and fall. It is probably also why we are repulsed by the swishy guys, as they would never be allowed in a hunting party and would be required to stay at the village with the women. We sense their weakness, and know instinctively that they would not be able to protect us physically if danger struck! I'm sorry if that offends any swishy men here, but I think it holds true.
And why would the sight of an erect cock arouse a so-called "pure straight"? Why do you look at a dick and sometimes get a little bit of a wood, no matter how much you like pussy? It is a symbol of virility and strength, something that has to be preserved and kept safe for the good of the tribe so that life can be continued. That is why our dick pics garner such attention. We want to see each others cocks, because we measure virility by size of cock and balls. Who are the most respected members of this forum? Not necessarily the smartest guys, not the best looking, or richest...it is the men with the biggest, hardest, most virile and masculine cocks. Guys like DLD, Supra, Stillwantmore, Redzulu. In an earlier thread, I asked all you men who you would fuck if you had to choose, and those were the names that kept coming up. We're all size queens, because we know subconsciously that the biggest, strongest cocks are the most likely to impregnate the women and continue the tribe.
In the modern world, we are expected to stand alone, without our fellow warriors/hunters at our side. That evolutionary need to bond with other males is still there, but is not being fulfilled. I feel it as an ache sometimes. Sometimes it's not so bad, but it's always there. There's something a little wild in me.
Don't feel guilty about this need, guys. Don't be scared that you are gay because Electric's dick got you hard or one time you downloaded a gay porno clip off Kazaa and jacked off to it. No matter what society tells us we are supposed to be, we are Alpha Males, we are descended from the strongest, meanest, HORNIEST hunters in the tribe. Don't fear that you might one day "switch sides" because that is not what it is about. You are not one of those weak brothers who stay at home and tan and sew skins with the girls. Your genes came straight down from the bad-asses who fucked their women silly and then went off to hunt some mammoths or bisons, and I pretty much guarantee that after a few days in the bush, those horny mothers were eyeing each other...and it helped keep them alive. The one who didn't was the one who let the tiger eat his companion, and the one who wouldn't give it up was the one that nobody ran back for when the bear was after them and he fell and broke his ankle. Laugh if you want, but if you are open-minded and honest, you know its true.
I am lucky in that I have come to this insight. We are living in a society that represses this need. It all stems back to repressive religious doctrine, designed to seperate the common man from his brother, trap him in a little house with a little wife and little kids, and suck his money and soul away into gilded church coffers! How could otherwise free men buck off the yoke of the church if they are seperated and weakened by guilt? As you can tell, I am not much for organized religion (or mind-slavery, whatever you want to call it) although I do believe in God. It just seems pretty obvious that our current society, as well as most of the civilized societies of the past, were designed to seperate us from forming close bonds. I suppose we are easier to control that way.
I am 1/8 Cherokee, so the savage is not too far back in my family tree. My Great Grandmother was full blooded. Maybe you think this is all a load of hogwash, but I can assure you that most of the males in my family are a little bit wild because of it.
How then to deal with these feelings? I have found that it helps me to be around other men. To open up and let myself form intimate male friendships. I have never been sexual with any of my male friends, although there has been, at times, quite a bit of joking and innuendo. I have, in fact, even been offered blow jobs twice...quite seriously...by totally straight, normal guys. I did turn them down, with a laugh, and don't regret it, but the closeness helps fill that need for companionship. I also stay very physically active. My wife says I'm a workaholic. I am naturally a big guy, not real athletic, but I am 6'3, strong as a horse and work like 60 to 70 hours a week. I used to go to the gym, but without a buddy it just wasn't very fun. I am interested in martial arts and have had some training in aikido. I am also currently obsessed with sword fighting. I would love to train in the art of swordsmanship. Does that sound like a typical "closeted gay guy", of which I have been accused of being? I like to think that I am just more open and honest than most about issues that make other men squirm in discomfort.
So what am I saying? Am I advocating everyone going out and doing their best friend in the rear end? Not at all! I just wanted to share this insight into a part of the male psyche that causes some of us such distress and is so denigrated in our society. I'm just saying, don't sweat it! If you ever saw your fishing buddy pissing over the side of the boat and felt your peter twitch, or popped a chub spotting your gym partner, don't be ashamed. Just remember that there's a horny little primate in all of it.