You’ve got to choose guys. You can be a “real” man, or you can be a good father. You can’t be both. Real men don’t cry; good dads allow themselves to feel the full range of their emotions. Real men act tough; good dads know how to be tender. Real men earn masculinity bonus points for violence and rage; good dads not so much. As you weigh your options please consider this cautionary tale: my dad chose the "real" man route, and now, as an adult, I have a real thing for licking out other guy's assholes.
In case the causal connection isn’t immediately clear, let me explain. Like all little boys, I longed for an emotional connection with my dad. When his need to be a “man” got in the way of our bonding, I came up with plan B: get dad to confide in me, to openly share his most intimate secrets—make me his “sonny boy” as it were—if I could do that, maybe I’d finally be worthy of his love. (Technically, I suppose that should have been mom’s job but whatever.) I’m an adult now, my dad long dead, but I still look for that kind of intimate vulnerability from the men in my life, especially my sex partners.
What does all this have to do with kissing ass? Well, when it comes to our bodies, the asshole is as deep, dark, and secret as it gets! It’s a part of ourselves we can’t even see without benefit of a mirror, and mostly, we don’t bother. I enjoy sucking cock, but let’s face it, it’s a relatively pedestrian activity. Now if you’re sitting on my face….well, that’s special, that’s a VIP invitation to go where (one hopes) few others have gone. Ask me to lick your hole, and you’re symbolically ushering me into a private, unguarded sanctuary. To me it feels a lot like love….
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