Homoerotic humor is a turn-on for women. How far must you take it
(and must you be gay yourself) to reap its benefits?
As I recently caught up with a friend over the phone, he told me
about a recent break-up with a girl. Apparently, he “accidentally” got
into a relationship with her. This girl was quite hot and probably the
prize in many a man’s eye. The entire time he told me about how it
happened and how it ended, neither of us could stop laughing.
Why?
Because he’s gay.
Like, very, very gay. Nipple-piercings level gay.
You wouldn’t think it when you first met him. He’s a very dominant,
tall, and muscular black guy who would give almost any natural or
pickup artist I know a good run for his money. His social skills come
from a variety of backgrounds. He was a college athlete who grew up and
went to school in a very conservative, Southern town in the United
States. Being black, he endured some racial tensions that minorities
can pretty exclusively call their troubles. He’s had guns pulled on him
by cops for no reason and gotten into quite a few fights over the color
of his skin.
Experiences like that will toughen you. Moreover, he had to hide the
fact that he was gay and play it straight for most of his life. Being
black was tough enough where he’s from; if he’d come out of the closet,
he would have found himself in a ridiculously difficult situation. So
he put up the act, but being removed from genuine pleasure, his
adversity was doubled.
Ironically, his emotional distance from his identity made him quite
desirable to women. He didn’t want to bang the girls he’d hit on and
approached, and he’d often rebuff the advances of women. Not knowing he
was gay, these women would wonder why he didn’t want them.
So, they’d chase. They’d chase hard.
Girls waiting for him naked in his room, girls begging for him to
impregnate them, groups of girls trying to gangbang him, etc.
He was truly unattainable, even with
girlfriends that he eventually
took to keep up his act. And even those girls would be left wondering
why he didn’t want to have sex with them.
For the women, his standards seemed so high, they couldn’t even see
the ceiling. This intrigued them.
So his skills with women grew, even though he didn’t want
them to. He learned how to make friends, seduce women, be the
center of attention, all while he played in quite a decent
athletic
league (he was invited by a professional team of his sport to try out
for a spot).
Dominant, competitive, socially attuned, friendly, fun…
But still gay.
He eventually did jump out of the closet and move to the city I met
him in. We became the closest of friends and would often go
out together, either in the straight parts of town or at the
homo-hangouts.
And women were always drawn to him, especially when he told them he
was gay.
Now, you may be wondering how he got this girlfriend?
He met her through one of his party social circles. She would always
flirt with him, but being gay, he never took any of it too seriously.
They’d party together and even sleep in the same bed together. Over
time, he got the sense that maybe she wanted some of his chocolate.
But, he wasn’t too attracted… cuz, well, he likes dick.
Then one night, he got super drunk while out with her. When they
returned to his apartment, they jumped into the bed together. While
lying there and feeling a bit roused up but without any guys to fulfill
himself with, he casually asked her if she wanted to fool around. She
excitedly said yes. She then gave him the best head of his life (even
better than any other guy, too, allegedly; he told me how ridiculous
that is, because guys know what feels good, and therefore give epic
blowjobs), and he, surprisingly, got hard. So, he smashed.
Strangely enough, he liked it. They kept smashing. Multiple times a
day, multiple times a week.
He told her that this was only a fun, casual thing, because, uh,
he’s gay.
She agreed. All in good fun.
Of course, we know how that went, don’t we? He lays the good dick,
isn’t emotionally needy in any way, and is having fun? The
perfect concoction for cock addiction.
She got hella addicted. She would incessantly text him. They’d
hangout all the time. Shag all the time. While out together, she would
hold his hand and hang over him like a girlfriend. And once, when he
inadvertently – and totally unintentionally – made her feel unloved,
she tried to make him jealous by grinding on some other guy (which he
found funny because he was more jealous of her grinding on the guy, not
the guy for dry humping her).
That’s when he finally realized how far he’d accidentally fallen
into a relationship.
He eventually had to cut her off when she pushed for a relationship
(and even had to swat off her attempts at reconciliation; e.g., “We can
go back to just fucking, that’s fine!”).
Like I said, hilarious. I mean, I feel for the girl, but still funny
as hell.
He went back to dudes and realized that he was still definitely gay.
But after hearing this story, I knew I had to finally write this
article. Too good of a story.
What I’ll cover here is why women find gay men attractive and how
you can apply these traits and homoeroticism in general to your
interactions with women… and men. (There was a somewhat
relevant article posted way back in the day
by a guest poster, Sarah Williams, that everyone hated for no reason at
all. It was accurate and insightful. I call bitterness. Hopefully this
goes better.)
Note: no, I’m not saying you should consider
shagging dudes or becoming bisexual in any way. I’m just going to
explain what’s attractive about being flirty with other men (or
intimate, if you choose to explore). And yes, while the increased
acceptance and quantity of homosexuality in a society has been
correlated with looser morals and, eventually, the fall of
civilizations, it has been a part of successful and powerful human
histories as well. From heroes like King David and Hercules to
conquerors like Alexander the Great, male-to-male intimacy has been
shown not to diminish one man’s ambition or prowess. Even baller guys
like James Dean were suspected of being bisexual. In many societies,
homoeroticism (not necessarily speaking of male-to-male penetration)
was largely accepted (e.g., Athens, Sparta, etc.) It didn’t stop them
from kicking ass on a spectacular scale. That said, I don’t exactly
expect the Manosphere-boys to pour through this one without a cringe or
two.
So let me clarify: I am not promoting homosexuality (though neither
am I condemning it), but I am lauding the seductive power of
homoeroticism.
Let’s get to it, shall we?
