Mike is away on temporary duty in a far far away region of the world. He told me not to say where. He called me today to tell me to post here and to say that he'd be back "soon."
He said he's really sexually frustrated because he's around dopey straight guys 24x7 and can't easily jerk off. He's probably going to unleash himself upon Seattle when he gets back...
Yes, yes, yes... Todays blog was supposed to reveal details from my trip to Vancouver. It's mostly written (about 75%). Google Docs, you have to love them. I can write and edit anywhere! Anyway, in between writing, working and lunch, I received an e-mail via the "E-mail Mike" links at the end of each post. After I stopped laughing, called and shared it with Zane, and after he stopped laughing, we decided that it had to be posted. And replied to.
To whoever you are, Mr. Mystery-Former-Marine, I'll respect your privacy by not including your full e-mail address. If you choose to break your silence, you may do so on the comments page; I don't feel comfortable giving your POC information out in a public forum.
That said, I do feel entirely justified in posting, and replying to, your Rhadamanthine missive.
So, here it goes:
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Greetings from Virginia,
It seems to me that you are more than a little jaded. Intelligent yes, but nevertheless...hum? You talk about sex like you are a god....if this is your real pic, I have seen better. Also, your story about the dude who would not leave you alone sucked. It only shows how shallow you are...pitiful. I am a decorated Marine, who is gay, and has respect for others. Why don't you leave the corp and become a prostitute...seems to suit you. By reading what you write, you seem to be penis with a brain...In some of the countries I have visited, you might even be kept as the household whore whenever the master is horny. I am considered desirable by many men, but do not abuse this...you seem to think that the world is your oyster. In fact, I bet you are probably a better bottom than top. You are more than likely the Marine I have always avoided...shit eating grin and not much to show for it. Full of yourself for no reason. There are a lot of good looking guys out there bro....Oh, and then there is life after the corp..you probably should consider a career at the local bath house...this seems to be your skill set,,,,,Oh, and by the way..you may actually fall in love with one of these guys..hope they treat you the way you have treated others...peace out, Sempre Fi
Email: bhxxxxx@hotmail.com
Name: The one who called you out
Country: United States
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I'll address some, where they are actually coherent, of this individual's ramblings. First, I'm jaded. Well. Shit. He figured me out there. I've been shot at, blown up (yes, in actual IED/EFP explosions), dealt with gay drama, and while I live my life to the fullest, I nevertheless view myself as a realist. I'm happy, always greet people on the street or at work, and take the time to help people with doors when their hands are full. I'm a nice guy. Genuinely (shhh, don't tell anyone).
The fact of the matter is, is that nice guys typically don't get shit, either with men or women. Bottoms want a take charge, tell you what the hell is going on, what to do, when to do it, and how kind of top. A man. True, not all of them, but a solid 80% at least. They want the top to be the rock in the relationship, be it a hookup or long-term partnership.
I know what I want: sex. I don't lie, going into things saying I want to explore serious avenues of love and then fuck the dude and leave him. When a guy gets into my bed, he knows the deal. I want ass. Period. Nothing else. If he accepts that and later pushes for more, I fail to see how that makes me a "shallow...pitiful" guy. People must stop convincing themselves, or others, that their desires are, indeed, reality. Got it, interested. I'm not. Move on.
Now, my reader claims to be a decorated Marine, a gay one at that, and holds others in respect. First, anyone in the military who has a pulse and is in for more than 8 months is decorated. I take it he truly meant "retired", which is fine, if slightly disingenuous.
I've been sexually active, as I've stated, for nigh on 13 years now. In those 13 years, I've learned one thing: guys are horrible. Evil, almost. I've never, ever, heard of a gay relationship past 6 years that has been completely monogamous. You can go on craigslist, manhunt, gay.com, a bar, the park, wherever gay men congregate, and ALWAYS find guys saying "wife is away, looking for cock", or "boyfriend out of town, breed my hole!". You all know it, and I know it.
Why I am the target for the readers vitriolic smearing simply because I have a lot of sex, apparently he believes I have a future as a prostitute, is beyond me. I am not better, and no worse, than any other gay man out there. So, bucko, get your ass off your god damned high horse and shut the fuck up. Perhaps I talk about it openly, but in the end, that just means I'm a shade more honest than the tens of thousands of other homos who you aren't moralizing at every minute of the day.
Lastly, "if this is your real pic, I have seen better...you seem to think the world is your oyster..." he writes. Let me address that. Am I an Abercrombie model with ripped abs you can grate cheese on? Nope. But, as you can see, I have a decent body, good build, and I am good looking. I don't flaunt it. I don't brag about it. I'm, somewhat, modest but also honest about what I am and what I can therefore go after. I'm not going to pull that false modesty, woman bullshit where someone who is a 10 on a 10 scale demurs that they're really ugly. I don't play that bullshit. So, ass monkey, if you do, more power to you. Glad to hear that there is life after the Corps, perhaps you can go and actually have one issued to you?
Oh, and while 99.99% of Marines are bottoms, a fact I fail to see shame in even if it’s not my personal cup of tea, there is a reason this blog is called TOP Marine. I don’t bottom. Ever.
As always, it's a Pleasure, yes with a capital P, to hear from my readers.
Some Italian details will be up tomorrow
Hoorah (just for you, Mr. Reader)
~Mike
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All concerned,
I fucked up today, and was royally chewed out by my chain of command. My car, bless it, also konked out, and is going to cost me $800 to fix. I had a crappy day. I owe you Vancouver details, and will try for tomorrow, but for now I am going to get completely shit-faced drunk.
~Mike
PS: Thanks to those of you who have offered advice... any more thoughts would be appreciated
When I checked my e-mail this morning, I had several requests for the "dirty little secrets" from Vancouver. While writing about each guy and situation would take too long, and I don't want to do another week long multi-post like last week, I will focus on the hot Italian boy I banged and post the details in their entirety. Look for that by tomorrow (Tuesday sometime).
But first, a Rant.
Several things attract me to guys. The beauty and tightness of an in-shape male body is beyond the pale in comparison to a womans'. The masculinity, similar thought patterns, lack of hormonal fluctuations... and the lack of drama. Which, as my gay readers know, is not necessarily always the case. Especially with the bottoms.
Sigh.
Two weeks ago, I managed to meet a guy that I didn't write about in the blog. I mean, I try, but lots of shit happens in a day, or week, and not everything makes it.
Anyway, his name was Jeff. He's good looking, about a 7.5 on a 10 scale face wise, great body and one of the top three asses I have ever seen. Just an amazing ass.
We met while I was shopping at Whole Foods for meat to take to a BBQ. We made some casual talk while we were waiting at the butcher counter and parted ways. I didn't think another thing of it. Then I ran into him again in another part of the store, and talked some more. I left the store and made another pit stop, and ran into him at the dessert counter. We laughed, and he asked if I was following him, a fact, he said, that wouldn't bother him at all.
Zing!
I picked up on the clue, and immediately got his number. I went over to his house that night after leaving the BBQ and fucked him 3 times nonstop, back-to-back. As I said, he had an amazing ass.
That was hot; I didn't mind that part at all.
The part I did and continue to mind, however, was how my performing the "you're hot, lets fuck" proposal was somehow translated into Woman inside his mind to mean, "I love you, please marry me". I think you can see where this was headed.
Text messages swarmed and filled my inbox, and if you have a RAZR, fucking things, you know that’s not hard to do. I got calls constantly, and had he known where I lived, or stayed when in Seattle, I have no doubt he would have parked his happy little ass outside there, too.
I finally got fed up with it, who wouldn't?, and told him the fucking deal. He was a trick; I don't meet my future husband(s) at Whole Foods and fuck them 3 hours later. It was a hookup, period. Had he not gone psycho on me and approached things slowly and with an open mind towards dating, that could have been a real possibility. Going ape shit, however, ensured that "NOT A CHANCE IN HELL" was firmly applied to the mental file I kept on him.
Evidently, however, I was not successful in my efforts to get rid of him, as evidenced by the following e-mail:
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From: **********
To: *********
Date: Aug 5, 2007 3:49 PM
Subject: Dude, hello....?
On 8/5/07, ********* wrote:
I'm sorry about this past weekend and anything that I said wrong to you in the texts.
To be honest, I was very hurt by you and I felt very humiliated and embarrassed and like a total ass for the way I was acting toward you. The truth of the matter is that you are one of the very, VERY few people I've ever wanted to date and not just fuck. You're the first person that would have sex with me that i wanted to be with in 3 months. I'm guessing now, especially given this past weekend, it's going to be another 3 months or longer before I'll ever get sex again.
I wanted to be able to hang out with you over the weekend, but it seemed pretty clear you didn't want to see me at all. I'm guessing that all I am for you is a one night stand in which you said what you had to to get what you wanted and therefore you did.
I do want to know you and spend time with you and have fun. But I guess it's all up to you. I just want to apologize for anything I did or said wrong over the weekend. I'm sure you had tons of sex with lots of hot guys up in Vancouver. I hope you were safe. I finally left Vancouver last night without being able to meet even one guy to make out with. I'm glad to be home.
I hope you are well, and you won't hear much from me unless I hear from you.
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So, as you can see, my current "dude, back the fuck off" strategy is not working. Damn.
Short of telling him I will beat the fuck out of him if he ever talks to me again, which I am loathe to do for someone who just craves attention and affection, I'm not really sure about to proceed... Any ideas from the audience?
~Mike
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