i recently ran into this dude that i make out with when we run into each other. we met when he had first moved to the city. i was pole dancing, and he still smelled innocent and virginal (it was after he left bible college and before he discovered cocaine). we went on a date later that week that culminated with him vomiting in my watering can and passing out in my tub. i have been enamored with him ever since.

anyway, i ran into him at this bar. we got to chatting, and he was particularly forthcoming with some of the intimate details of his life. our main topic of conversation? his budding interest in getting fucked in the ass. he’s dabbled with dudes, but still considers women the pinnacle, he tells me. he mentions sex with a transvestite—a sort of man/woman ultimate combination. i feel that this is not the solution. i think this dude is searching for some good old-fashioned pegging.

Pegging is a sexual practice in which a woman penetrates a man’s anus with a strap-on dildo. The neologism ”pegging” was popularized when it became the winning entry in a contest in dan savage’s Savage Love sex advice column, held after an observation was made that there was no common name for the act.

the thing is, this is by no means a turn-off for me. after we had this conversation, he and i made out for 40 minutes in a dark corner of the bar. i wanted to bed him, but he ended up doing a bunch of blow afterwards (which does turn me off).

i really want to fuck this dude in the ass. i mean, really. i’m pretty sure i’d be awesome at it. it’s the same reason i play with the ladies. the dominance, and the outlet for my prowess. i’m not into girls, though. mild bummer. this—pegging—i realized during a long car drive, would be perfect.

1. it would be both of our firsts—sort of a freaky deflowering. maybe i’d play some enya and light a vanilla candle.

2. i already know he’s down, which saves the subject broach which might otherwise be received poorly.

3. i’m moving away shortly, which saves any sort of residual social awkwardness after the fact.

in fact, there are only two downsides:

1. he no longer lives in the city. due to his partying (and, perhaps, his assault on a police officer), he decided it would be best to move back to the suburbs. he has no car, and i am unsure if he will make it back to my neck of the woods before i skip town.

2. strap-ons are pretty expensive! as far as i can tell, they average at least 40 bucks. is that really something i’m willing to pay for a one-time experience? i am unsure that it is.

anyway, i guess that’s all i’ve got right now. if i do manage to nab this dude’s AV card…well, you’ll be the first to know.