To become a self proclaimed Hot Gay Indian man doesn't take much efforts. It happens quite often. The fact that the gay world is driven by the looks comes from the general quote that "women go by the words and Men go by the looks", Gay or Straight, I am sure that rule works well. it is also by the fact that the self proclaimation is quite easy for us. Men, in general, with all our testosterone end up thinking that we are much good looking than we really are. women on the other hand, always end up thinking otherwise (and yet we say, Men are visually stimulated).
For someone who was but a budding "Man" back then, as a teenager, I was wondering if I was "Man" enough to call myself fat. But everyone around me sure did. A teenager who had bountyful fat flowing from all sides, the only feature that I was proud of must be my cute face and milky white skin, along with thick hair and feline eyesbrows (If only you were a girl, you would have been pretty, I have heard some relatives say). My Male ego was completely happy with my features and my insecurities on my body crept much later.
A nerd, I would call myself even now, was pretty much the identity I liked to take to keep out of sports and physical activity of any kind. The only physical activity I enjoyed must be with my right hand, scanning through the world of internet. The interest varied from , although I enjoyed amateur indian porn over HD white ones. What I greedily searched was for tall dark hairy men who are raw and rugged. It didn't take much stimulation for me to get off such rawness. Never knew that the soft spoken milky skinned fatty would ever become one he admired. But, it wasn't a success story. I don't feel it as a "Success", may be because I wished I stayed that way, the soft spoken naive milky soft fatty kid, average in all aspects, aspirations and budding lust, as I discovered later was something that I indeed wanted a strong persona in my life. As if, the persona is all I needed to not turn this way.
For someone who was but a budding "Man" back then, as a teenager, I was wondering if I was "Man" enough to call myself fat. But everyone around me sure did. A teenager who had bountyful fat flowing from all sides, the only feature that I was proud of must be my cute face and milky white skin, along with thick hair and feline eyesbrows (If only you were a girl, you would have been pretty, I have heard some relatives say). My Male ego was completely happy with my features and my insecurities on my body crept much later.
A nerd, I would call myself even now, was pretty much the identity I liked to take to keep out of sports and physical activity of any kind. The only physical activity I enjoyed must be with my right hand, scanning through the world of internet. The interest varied from , although I enjoyed amateur indian porn over HD white ones. What I greedily searched was for tall dark hairy men who are raw and rugged. It didn't take much stimulation for me to get off such rawness. Never knew that the soft spoken milky skinned fatty would ever become one he admired. But, it wasn't a success story. I don't feel it as a "Success", may be because I wished I stayed that way, the soft spoken naive milky soft fatty kid, average in all aspects, aspirations and budding lust, as I discovered later was something that I indeed wanted a strong persona in my life. As if, the persona is all I needed to not turn this way.
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