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Love Art and Sex

March 19, 2014

Thursday night, I was under the sheets of a familiar gentleman who has been in my life for about five years named Dre. He invited me over to provide winter heat and of course I obliged. After the traveling, I met the best friend of his roommate the moment I'm at the door. To be honest, I've had encounters where I've met one too many of the roommates, which left a bad taste in my mouth, but that's another post. This situation was tolerable, plus we were too busy getting reacquainted.

As the intimacy began, licking my nipples (the right side is my spot), sucking, kissing, caressing from behind breathing onto the back of my neck, the hot, juicy details of sex too X-rated to share ... well at least for now ... (I can't give it all away on the first night ... or in this case first posting). However, what I will say is, I found myself working harder than usual to keep him up. At first, it was bruising to my ego, however I knew my skills weren't what was faltering. I also noticed his plea for me to relax. I was indeed in the mood, however, sex is still complicated. Being raped at seventeen, little did I know the traumatic experience still held precedence in my intimate relationships. I believe it's a thing about trust that drives this lack of ease during an easing moment. He caressed and acknowledged after attempting to relax me but I knew he was frustrated somewhat.

I also noticed my behavior being the opposite of what I was searching for. I kept grabbing for his dick when he was showing me affection. I don't know, maybe I have a hard time processing the very thing I sought after during the majority of my twenties. Could it be I've grown cynical? Or have I been so burned to the point I don't even feel it anymore? Is it possible that I've become emotionally detached? I've been experiencing my fair share of not wanting to deal with the stress of a relationship and the truth is as much as I would love to have love in my life, presently I can't with the constant building, breaking up, breaking down, finding pieces, super-gluing and then interviews over drinks and dinner and the annoying getting-to-know process. UGH! I see why they call this shit a "game" and living in Atlanta doesn't make it easier. Well, leave me on the bleachers and let me watch the players run by with no shirt on...sorry I digress...but you get the point.

I know what you're thinking, I'm a commitment-phobe. On the contrary it's the commitment-phobes of Christmas dating-past who caused this transition and perception. I wanted love so badly until it hurt (and it still does) and my twenties were spent running after men who weren't willing to be invested. Or, if I did there were always strings attached and of course there's the scenarios with a DL who want his hookups to refer him as a nickname. I personally like to call them the "Dee, Jay, Que's". When Dre finally grew overwhelmed we both stopped and held on another. We didn't cum. I was over it. I knew he wasn't all the way present, I knew all of this, but for that moment, he was mine and I was his. It felt good yet it pissed me off only to share this type of moments on a time schedule. Morning came and again ... we didnt ( I was sooo evil about it), however, I did leave discovering yet another problem to tackle.

My lack of intimacy.

It goes way deeper than anything I've written in books, blog posts, etc. I've never been in love. Yes, I've had encounters, lessons, rest stops and cameo appearances but never have I experienced having that can't-live-without-you hopeless romantic kind of love. I'm 29 with no long term experience. Lately this has been the theme, the topic of conversations over wine and MARY, of how someone like me has never been in love. Well, I always say, when you got the answer to that get back with me. Does it bother me? Yes. Many nights, I've cried over this, many nights I've placed myself in compromising positions to avoid this conversation, I wonder if I've never made love -- does that mean I'm a virgin still?


I cannot recall a time when I can say I've been touched and he actually stayed afterwards. I cannot recall anytime I've been told I love you without the strings attached or the effort growing inconsistent. Right now, even writing this, I'm realizing how much I've been cheated out of and even cheated myself out of.

These posts from here out are going to be graphic, to the point, intelligent yet sexy, a hard pill to swallow addressing how HIV plays a role in my life as a young, gifted, black gay man living in Atlanta, navigating through this city. This life is meant to be observed and I hope you're ready for this ride. Get your popcorn ready.

Until next time my loves...

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Comment by: Sasha (Los Angeles, CA) Tue., Apr. 8, 2014 at 11:09 pm UTC
Hello Antron,,

I am very sorry to hear of your violation at age 17. This happens to so many black boys. Do think this incident influenced your sexual orientation?

I think you should get professional counseling to deal with the rape first. I think it will make you more comfortable and open to love, not just erotic encounters real love. Consider reading a book called The Symposium of Plato. That book addresses many of your questions regarding love.

Be blessed and stay protected! You are worth it!
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Comment by: Antron Reshaud (Atlanta, GA) Wed., Apr. 9, 2014 at 1:44 pm UTC
Hi Sasha

I was very aware of my attraction to men as far as kindegarten way before the violation so no that isn't a factor when it comes to my sexual orientation. Thank you for the suggestion I will check that book out. :)

Comment by: Chris Usselman (San Francisco, CA.) Fri., Mar. 28, 2014 at 7:38 am UTC
Wow, down to Earth and your hearts that is for sure my friends. Antron you can move to San Francisco. I moved here so I can be myself EVERDAY!!! I've always been myself but where I was before they looked at me like I was weird. Here in SF they expect it, for real :) !!!!
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Comment by: Antron Reshaud (Atlanta, GA) Fri., Mar. 28, 2014 at 3:00 pm UTC
Oh I know! I was there 2 years ago and fell in love. Looking to return this year!

Comment by: REX PILGRIM (Brisbane AUSTRALIA) Fri., Mar. 28, 2014 at 5:56 am UTC
baby, I'm hooked
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Comment by: Marlon M (Greensboro, NC) Thu., Mar. 20, 2014 at 8:01 pm UTC
This had me hooked from the first sentence to the last. You know how to write in a way that you can engage your audience and pull them in, while sharing deep things that are personal and true to your heart. It really moves me and makes me reflect on my own experiences. Thank you for being a couragous writer. Hope to see more from you soon.
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Comment by: Dave R (Amsterdam, The Netherlands) Thu., Mar. 20, 2014 at 4:51 am UTC
This is so well written and very recognisable to people who are or have been in similar situations. It's very easy to say that you'll know love when it hits you but nobody can tell you how to deal with the fall-out when you recognise the love but then do everything in your power to reject it. It's totally irrational but it happens to thousands of people. Time and trust will help but there are no quick fixes.
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Comment by: Antron Reshaud (Atlanta, GA) Thu., Mar. 20, 2014 at 4:40 pm UTC
Absolutely, coming into my thirties has stopped me along the tracks to reflect and remember, what's important is the connectivity we all share to these familiar yet twisted scenarios and so I will do my best to always keep it real :) thx for the love across waters!

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