Show me your naughty bits.

When did it become acceptable to post a picture of your cock and then write in your profile that you're looking for the man of your dreams? When did it change from people seeing your face, getting to know you, and finally getting to see your naughty bits?

Now days in the gay culture it seems much more common to find profiles filled with cock pics whose owner's don't want to get too personal with the internet masses by posting a picture of their face. Which, by the way, is seen in public on an almost daily basis. It's a mad, mad, mad, mad world I tell ya.

Here in Utah they build closets extra wide and with a triple lock on the door because lots of people spend their whole lives in them, and they should be comfortable and feel safe, right? I'm not saying everyone should come bursting out of the closet and consequences be damned, but the more we hide and act as if we're doing something wrong, the longer people are going to treat us that way.

These are the voyages of one gay man searching for love and sane companionship in a world filled with burning bosoms and men who can't drink coffee but who will gladly get a hotel room and mess around without having met you in real life.
I swear I am not a militant or angry gay. I just want love damn it!

I'm Ace, and I approve of this message.

At Least I Know I'm Pretty: An Introduction

"So... how often do you do fun stuff - like drinking, dating, or sex?"

 Gosh, since you asked so nicely...Lets see...Well I'm an adult, so I drink when I want to, even when I'm alone (GASP!! *throw hands to mouth in shocked position now*), I date when I have time and you know, I have sex when I want to and can find an able bodied individual with which to participate.

Hey, at least I know I'm pretty, right?  I feel ever so validated knowing that guys find me attractive enough to consider knowing me in the biblical sense.

Forget that I'm smart, reasonably funny, educated, have a good job, goals, dreams.  Don't pay attention to writing skills, my hobbies or my interests.  I'm thin, I have boobs, I have a vagina (or so they have chosen to believe) and a mouth.  That's all I need to be desirable.

I spent time, careful thought and planning in constructing my dating profile, in selling my self in the most honest way possible but it's becoming more clear that the only thing being seen is the photo with my lips dressed in red.  Don't get me wrong!  Sex is great.

Call me old fashioned, though, I just kinda like to know the person inside of me.

I'm smart.  I'm a writer.  I'm a financial analyst.  I'm a student.  I'm a mother.  I'm tall.  I'm bisexual.  I'm sassy and all I want is to find love in a person of whom I can never quite get enough.

I'm Sassy Pants and I'm here to type my confessions, my play by plays and my heart breaks.