Bitchy bottom guys killed my mojo...

One or two bitchy bottom guys killed my mojo in the past, and all of a sudden, it became a psychological thing for me anytime I had to top a dude, i'd sometimes lose it--i don't like finding out I've chosen a hostile lover. This, combined with the wardrobe and sass of of a Chelsea Queen is downright intolerable to me. Dudes with the kind of mouths that Lisa Whelchel would stuff cayanne into do nothing for me in the sack. When I 'm romping around naked with someone, I am not interested in getting yelled at or pressured. When that happens my body and mind head to lunch, I guess.

However, if I take a slice of a little blue "Mojo Pin" I'm good to go--even if I had to fuck Lisa Minelli's ex-wife.

Now, no matter who i'm with, I never risk going in "without my mojo pin," so I guess I'm hooked. Yikes. What if I really do have erectile dysfunction? No, I guess this IS erectile dysfunction.

It is a little puzzling for me, but whatever. Fuck it. I get hardons all the time when I'm alone, and, believe me there's always some wood to be shaved and enjoyed alone by a roaring VCR with kinky pornos.) And no, I never mix it with poppers.

It just helps me effortlessly fuck another man the proper way. Now is there anything wrong with that? I didn't think so.

It is snowing like a Selsun Blue Commercial outside.