Success!

The guilt gene has been passed on to me, and I used it, very nicely, on my dad.

That got me a nice family outing, laughs, foods, and most importantly of all: BOOKS! (cue in heavenly music).

I got the national geographic, the sequel to sexo sentido *drools*, and an arthur conan doyle book.

And I want the cardboard skeleton for Christmas, I want it sitting in the corner of my room.

Now, for the topic at hand, sex. I have made a breaktrough, I'm moving on from my pussy fixation to rediscover the joys of the dick, thus pausing my wondering if I was gay. For someone as inexperienced as I am, it's a cool feeling. BUT that does not mean at all that I don't think I'd like being with a girl.

Now I only wish I could get over the sillyness and go fuck someone (I've had someone in mind for a while, but issues, or any other kind of difficulties get on my way, and I let them). The bright side is, it's given me a whole lot of fantasies, the downside... I might have become fixated with my method...