I've never felt comfortable with the overt sexuality that comes with being a gay man.  Perhaps my unintentional celibate lifestyle has something to do with it. 

Personally I just don't know how to respond to such frank discussions of sex.  The other night someone was talking about an underwear party they went to.  They said, "Really it's just a sex party.  I had an alright time.  I did receive one of the best blow jobs of my life there."  He said this as if it were a restaurant or something, like the blow job was just the amazing dessert that you just had to try, and totally made up for the normative establishment.  The blow job was expressed so casually.  In my experience, blow jobs are anything but casual.  Messy, yes; casual, no.

I was explaining this blow job matter to a straight friend of mine.  She wondered how gay men stay erect for so long at sex parties.  I informed her that it's more than likely due to the cock ring.  She didn't know what that was, so I proceeded to explain that the ring, placed around the penis and the scrotum, keeps the blood in that area causing a prolonged erection.  "It's sort of like an all natural Viagra.  An organic enhancer, if you will."  I said this so casually, as if everybody should know what a cock ring is. 

I feel I am destined to be a bridge between the sexually charged gay community and the rest of the world.  I will explain the sexual mysteries of the gay world in simpler terms that all will understand.  I suppose I'm the gays Barack Obama, an approachable gay, a hybrid gay, fluid enough to flow through the various factions that make up the masses. 

H. Alan Scott is Ambassador Gayity!  Holla!