Sin city & the state of Deseret being less than a 6 hour drive from one another is still wild to me until I remind myself that we probably have a lot more in common than we think.

I used to be so embarrassed about my feelings, my thoughts, my urges and my desires. I would sin and repent on an endless loop and each time I would tell myself "that was the last time" knowing deep down that it wasn't gonna be any different. Until one day it finally sunk in.

If sex was intended to be a shameful thing that should be between man and wife behind closed doors with it's driving purpose be to recreate, then why the fuck does sex feel so good? Why do I crave sex. Crave men. Crave cock.

And that was the day I stopped being embarrassed about who I was. But instead embraced who I was. A set of holes designed to serve men. Maybe that was my mission all along...