I dig the dudes. Always have. And in my younger days I had way more male friends than female. It was the norm in the punk scene. We all just hung out with each other. And I didn't sleep with any of them. Fooled around with one, had a crush on another, one had a crush on me, two tried to sleep with me and one I kissed, deeply. I'm still friends with several, two have died, some I have minimal contact with and several I have completely lost touch with.
I wouldn't say I regret not sleeping with any of them, but looking back I wonder how I didn't. Opportunity often presented itself. Hell I lived with T for five years and not only did we never sleep together, we never even kissed. It was never thought about, not on my part anyway. I'd be willing to bet it wasn't on his either. We just didn't have that kind of chemistry. But living together was easy. I never had to worry about him taking my clothes. If he wanted to borrow something, he asked. He never ever went in my room uninvited or without knocking. And I couldn't get him to eat my food. I wanted him too! The boy ate so poorly I really really wanted him to eat a damn vegetable every now and again. But alas, he would not. For 5 years T's diet consisted of blueberry pop tarts, blueberry waffles, blueberry bagels, macaroni and cheese (that he made with Velveeta), frozen ravioli with Ragu bottled sauce and Kool Aid by the gallon. I didn't cook as much then as I do now, but I ate way better than that!
But no, no fleshy fun time with T. Interestingly, in the time we lived together he had several different girlfriends and at least two of them were real screamers. That should have peaked my interest in finding out what he had going on, but no, it didn't. I guess there are just people in this world that, as John Bender (from The Breakfast Club) said about women, "some I consider my girl friends and some I just consider."
Nowadays, I have less male friends than female and at first it was strange. I guess I just think men are easier to talk to, especially when the subject is sex. Something I love to talk about anytime, anywhere. My hormones are in such overdrive that I think about sex all day sometimes... well not every minute, but a lot of minutes in the day and some of my female friends don't get it at all. Not long ago I broached the subject with a female friend, about how I want to have sex daily, more than once a day, how I am so fucking horny all the time and how much I love it. She looked at me like I had sprouted wings and turned green. It had been quite awhile since she and her boyfriend had had sex and she really has no interest in it at all. I've been there, in that no interest place. I like horny better. MUCH better.
But when I talk about sex with my male friends, they get it. Oh do they understand where I'm coming from! They've been there, they are still there. What is that stupid statistic? Men think about sex every 7 seconds? I don't believe that. But a more realistic one, like men think about sex every day, several times a day is believable and I think it applies to women too. This woman for sure. I wake up horny. Throughout the day, I just become horny. It's crazy and funny and kind of interesting and at first it was disturbing but not anymore, now I love it. I just become aware that I'm horny. I don't have to be thinking about anything, consciously anyway, I just am horny. And I think, wow, this is cool. I love being horny. It feels good and I feel sexy. It carries over into other areas. I smile more. I notice men notice me. Maybe I'm giving off pheromones. I don't know. I feel more confident with myself. Whoever said sex is power was right. I feel alive and ready any time of any day. It totally kicks ass!