Casual sex is most definitely not everyone's cup of tea. It really depends on whether you can draw a line between kissy-kissy, catch-me, catch-me romance (romantic love) and plain old tooth-rattling, eye-popping shagging, and whether you can rationalise the need in your life for each, or both.
I'm a firm believer in the overall benefit of a good, healthy, nutritious diet with all the right food groups. But I also think that once in a while, eight pints of Heineken, a large chicken doner, and a bag of candy floss is good for your spirit. You may regret the after-effects the next day, but you never regret just 'how fucking good' it felt at the time.
Just to avoid any confusion over what I understand by the term 'casual' sex. For me, casual sex is any act where at least one of the participants are sucked or penetrated in any of their knob-sized holes by someone they met (in the flesh) less than a couple of hours ago. Online chatting doesn't count as 'meeting' unless you talk about something other than who is going to get what, how hard, in which hole, and how many times.
So, okay, let's cut to the chase. I've had plenty of casual sex. It's not sleazy (unless you want it to be), it's not cheap (unless you make it), it doesn't ruin you forever (unless you're a fifteen year-old Iranian girl), and it's not illegal (unless you're a fifteen year-old Iranian boy). So, unless you're one of these people who can't 'do it' unless it's on snowy-white, Egyptian-cotton sheets smelling of new-born lambs with the boy you've been seeing since you were twelve, then there really is no down-side to casual sex.
What is essential (in addition to almost no gag-reflex and a good supply of sexsersories..............you know, lube, condoms, ball-gags, a sling...........), is the ability to not be easily disappointed.
It doesn't matter how hard you try or how careful you are, at some point you're going to run into the guy who didn't have a picture to exchange. He's not at his own computer, he's in an Internet cafe, in the office, wife's around, or the most frightening one. ..................... 'I'm using my children's computer' .......................to trawl for casual gay sex! But he'll be the one who catches you when you're horny and gagging for a shag, or just catches your imagination. You have trust his description of himself, even if that description includes the dangerous phrase 'I'm considered good-looking'. Being a seasoned casual-sexer, this should immediately send alarm bells ringing and red lights flashing...................'Considered good-looking by who? Quasimodo The Fucking Bell-ringer?' Should be the reply. Because too many times, my Mister 'Considered Good-looking' has turned up at the front door looking distinctly like Mister 'Ageing Married Troll Who's Let Himself Go'. Or what about Mister 'Balding Clerk with Bad Knob Hygiene and a Paunch'?
Love may be blind, and so, apparently, are a good number of my fellow casual-sexers! So, a word of advice to save us all a whole lot of disappointment and embarrassment. If you're not 100% sure whether you actually are good-looking or not, check it out and ask someone for fuck's sake!
