Philadelphia

I had got busy with several things in the last month or so and completely forgotten that I had begun this blog too. Hopefully I'll be more regular now. Right now I want to tell you about one of the people in my life whom I am madly in love with. There have been a few persons at different points of my life who I have felt very close to, or at least would have wanted to be close to. Some of them have been women, but most, by far, have been men. And probably the man whom I have felt the closest to, and for the longest period, is one of my cousins.
For me mental and physical closeness are not very separate. Of course, since my brother is straight (at least that's what I believe) and since I am known to be straight too, I can't get very close to him physically. But we both share very close emotional ties, and he has told me that he enjoys my company as much as I do his. I let go of no occasion to meet him, even if it means going to marriage functions of remotest relatives where he might be coming too.
He's not very good-looking, just average. But I find him extremely attractive, and that has made me realise that physical attraction is not just about looks. It's also about clicking at some level. I only hope that he never comes to know about some of the seemingly pervert thoughts that I harbour about him, or this relationship that I treasure so much would be lost.

Hmm...just a warning to curious browsers

This being the first post I won't get down to the fun rightaway. I think I need to warn anyone who drops by about the extremely adult rated stuff that I am going to talk about here, and which might offend many of the prudes around us. I have been thinking about writing all this for a long while now, and finally decided to begin tonight. I have been blogging for long under another name where I appear to be as normal as any Tom, DICK and Harriet. That normal being is also me - none of that is made up. But it's the partial me. This is the other part that no one knows about, and, before anyone points it out, I don't have the guts to bring it out either. You can look at me as a pathogen, the dirtiest of scum, can call me by the choicest of abuses, and I won't mind. I am not proud of this side of me. I am not ashamed either. Just remember, it takes all kinds of people.