Whilst I’m moving some more stuff (and getting my new futon delivered and my cable hooked up and alphabetizing the dvds and…), TDtC, TCtI’s official mascot Ed graciously offered to take up the slack and write another guest post for me. Enjoy!

…Hello friends of Dirk, it’s the Mascot ED again giving Dirk a break so he can recharge. I thought I’d remind you folks who still doubt that being Gay is inborn about my own personal experiences. I was 6 years old and my Uncle, my Mother’s brother still lived at home with my Grandmother. He was 17 and ready to sow his wild oats. I thought he was so cool and would tag along with him wherever he went. I’m sure I was a pest but he didn’t seem to mind. I watched him work on his car. It was a convertible. He would crawl under the car and bend over doing stuff under the hood and he never wore a shirt. I would sneak a peek at his butt crack when he bent over and he never wore underwear either. I would dream about seeing his butt and doing things with him but I didn’t know anything about sex yet so I never thought about that. We went fishing and hunting and trapping and berry picking together. After berry picking he would take us to a secluded lake of which there are hundeds of them here from the coal mining days. He would strip and jump into the water. I would often wade in the water up to my knees but I never took my clothes off. I didn’t/don’t know how to swim. Uncle often threatened to throw me in the water to sink or swim but he never did. I would watch him towel himself off and felt guilty about seeing him naked but couldn’t stop looking.

When I was older about 12 or 13 we went fishing and he gave me a book with pictures of naked women in it. They were all in black and white. I took it home and hid it. I took it out and looked at it real good. Not the women who looked strange to me but the ads in the back that said I could get a longer penis and be able to fuck for an hour without cumming and it talked about Jism all of which I had never heard of before. There were ads wanting me to call up women and talk dirty to them. There was one ad that stuck in my head. It read, “we have both girls and boys for you to talk to.” I so wanted to call the number but new it would show up on my parents bill and I’d have Hell to pay. They had rubber blow-up dolls with funny looking mouths. It had one male doll with a long hard dick. My mind was racing. Oh how I wanted that doll! If I had it I could stare at it’s penis as long as I wanted. I hid the catalog in the chicken house because I fed the chickens and gathered the eggs. I put it inside the wall whee it would be safe. One day I went to get it and it was gone. I panicked. who had found it? I expected a good beating but nobody mentioned it at supper. Later as I was cleaning out the feed room, I found a large Rats nest made up of chewed papaer. It was the magazine. Getting back to Uncle, he had a calendar in his bedroom with naked girls on it and a Steering Wheel Knob (remember when those were popular anyone?) with Marilyn Monroe on it. I was riding with him and staring at his bulging pants but he thought I was looking at the picture of Marilyn. He said, “like them big tits son?” My face turned red. He said, “it’s okay to like tits”. I was thinking, “if you only knew what I was really looking at.” Anywho, I was Gay before I knew about sex and nobody can tell me I choose to be Gay. I hated being Gay in school. My church told me that Gays go straight to Hell. I tried my best and prayed for help but God still let me be Gay. My teenage years were really fucked up but that is for a later blogpost.

Dirk, thanks for letting me post a blog and even though I’m not smart or witty like you I can’t wait to read your next post. – Ed