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Ben Hostmark

February 1999

Ben's Column, Otherwise Known As (You Can Guess...)

"Kiss me, put your finger up my arse."

Adults who make a living out of gay youth support are scared of what would happen if they mentioned the act of fucking, outside of the condom rule. They would never admit to saying:

"Kiss me, put your finger up my arse."

When you first realize you're gay, you're told about anal-sex in sugar-sweet terms. They call it anal-stimulation, not...

"Kiss me, put your finger up my arse."

When you have casual sex with casual strangers, you may kiss, and there may be fingers up the arse, but it'll be primal desire, not love, that makes you say...

"Kiss me, put your finger up my arse."

When I'm with the guy I love, I don't say:

"Kiss me, put your finger up my arse."

I love him, and I know he loves me, and that's why I think:

"Kiss me, put your finger up my arse."

It isn't there for the sake of sex, for the sake of stimulation.

"Kiss me, put your finger up my arse."

Is there for the love.

"Kiss me, put your finger up my arse."

Is there to bring you closer. If it is truly right, and the person is truly right, it might not even matter if you have condoms when you say:

"Kiss me, put your finger up my arse."

And until it is worth all it can be worth, do you really want to say:

"Kiss me, put your finger up my arse?"

Ben
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