Russell Timm

Congratulations on your giant leap forward. Enjoy every nerve racking moment of it. It happens but once.

It took the murder of eleven perpetrators of corrective rape or murderers of township lesbians before the police made a connection. Was there really a connection or was it sheer unconnected coincidence? In addition what if anything had the execution style murder of young Ian Robertson and his gay lover three years before have to do with all this?

Vusi Mhlangu was drunk. He staggered out of the township bar into the dark of the night to take a piss against the boundary fence. There was one other man there also relieving himself and Vusi steadied himself a few paces to the man’s left and began to open his flies. With his jeans, his boxers and underpants this was a challenge for a drunk man. He swore loudly in frustration. The man next to him looked over to him and smiled understandingly. Vusi finally got it right. His jeans were open his b

“You asked if it was good for me?” she said. “Was it?” “More than you could possibly imagine.” “Meena?” “Yes.” “You were right I really needed it and I just didn’t realise how much.” “I said we both needed it.” “Then you were probably right about that too.” Captain sat up, “Sit up a moment please,” she did and they sat naked together on the bed. “How long are you still here for?” “I don’t think I’m leaving.” “Seriously.” “Three more nights.” “I hope I feature somewhere there?” “You

Meena was hanging on to Captain. Her sheltered upbringing and life had not prepared her for the high speed ten minute boat ride at night across flat lake surface. The trip to Hippo Bay had offered her the opportunity to literally let her hair down. Anil, her ex-husband was the only man she had experienced in that way. She had given herself unconditionally to him and he had treated her shabbily. Emotionally she had been cut to the quick and now on a belated rebound she was throwing herself at thi

Dr. Meenakshi Ghosh was bang on 35. She was working for the NGO, America Against Malaria (AAM), had been working in Malawi for four months and was taking her first long-weekend off. She descended from the Ghosh line of indentured labourers from Indian extraction who arrived from Calcutta on the second such ship from India aboard the Belvedere in Durban, South Africa, on 26 November 1860. Great, great grandfather Ghosh was no labourer but rather and accountant seeking his fortune outside India. W

All eyes turned when Joshua and Charlie entered the bar hand-in-hand. There was total silence. There was the barman, Sally and Annie from the Aquarium, the two girls who had arrived that day and the handful of local boys, hoping to hit it lucky, that hung around them. “Two beers please mister barman… and whatever Sally and Annie are drinking, its on the Captain,” Joshua gave Sally and Annie each a hug and turned to introduce Charlie but was told they had already met so they just exchanged a Hi

The beach sand was already too hot to walk on so Joao and I took up position under the coconut palms and watched Nico and his team load the inflatable. It seemed that it was their kit, some camp equipment, some firewood and spare petrol that was loaded. Matti had appeared and was helping. Loading complete both the dive boat and the inflatable from the boat were pushed out and with Nico and his dive course leading the two inflatables headed for the cruiser at a good speed. I wished I was with the

The shower was not erotic. We rinsed each other off, left our T-shirts where they lay and dressed only in our shorts joined Rashid and Joao in the saloon. They saw our dress and dutifully removed their T-shirts to match. Well trained I thought. The fish was ready and we waited only for the French fries. It was a simple meal, a whole grilled fish each, served with a pile of chips, chopped cabbage, fresh tomatoes and some nsima (being a stiff porridge made from maize meal) on the side. I got a li

The fast speed boat ride at night across the flat lake surface excited me. Holding onto Captain’s shoulders I watched as we rapidly approached the boat. A person had appeared at the stern of the boat, watching our approach. Captain cut the engines and we drifted on momentum for the last few metres. Joao threw the rope to the person on board who pulled us in. Captain jumped on board, turned, offered me his hand and pulled me on board. I had arrived. Joao jumped on board and made the inflatable

At 20 you know this for sure?

There are a number of types of bisexuals. I can only speak for myself. For me it is not a question of either or... I need both. Yes, you could call that complicated but (if you are like that and) once you come to terms with it (it is only complicated for some of the people you get involved with) you can carry on with your life. The complication is that there are a number of people (male or female) who think once you have been (to bed) with them (once or a few times) that you need to commit to an exclusive relationship with them. Sorry with my type of bi-sexuality it can't be done.

Powerful stuff I can identify with. Thanks for sharing.

Nothing on my parents other than they could not work out why I have never married. Not as a criticism of you but from my bi perspective that would have been fine. Had a relationship with a guy over years with one gap of a year being the first one after he married. Again from my perspective it was a wonderful no complications relationship. The times we could be together were sometimes odd but we managed. He was married and I was seeing girls and guys and we found time for each other. He moved away and I pined for him. The bottom line with him and others is that I needed no monogamous relationship with them or anyone. Also I once was in a relationship with a woman who was seeing another woman. On the one occasion the three of us were together the 'other woman' tried to get a little (how should I say) funny with me. So we just resolved that the three of us would never get together again. I recounted this to a straight wife of a friend of mine some years later and she was astounded that I could tolerate such a situation. To me it was simple. I could not fulfill all her needs just as neither could the 'other woman'. But I guess in this case the three of us knew what was going down... but that has not always been the case. I think for them it is a little like showering with girls. Men traditionally have been the ones to ogle the girls. From the wolf-whistle from the building site to the passing female to the likes of Playboy and Penthouse. (Most) Men feel distinctly uncomfortable being naked in circumstances they are not in control. (Relying on my military background) that is why the first thing you do to a captured enemy is to strip him naked and blindfold him. This has a significant psychological effect on most men. When he gets into bed with me I know all I need to know about him. As stated somewhere above in this thread there seems to be a need by some gay men to take positions and make political statements (which is understandable from a persecuted minority) it is quite often counter productive. It is like this business of 'outing' men who have guys on the side. Why? The only possible reason for this would be IMHO a person who through his actions contributes to the ongoing persecution of gays while himself playing both sides... but to out a family man trying to raise a family who has the odd guy on the side is plain criminal and should be treated the same (again IMHO) as those bastards who out gay guys. For example an old school girlfriend of mine got a call from some little critter (after having had a relationship over years with her husband) that her husband was gay. They had fallen out. Her world fell apart what with the kids and all so she came running back to her first lover for a cuddle and reassurance... which I willingly provided I say: 'ask no questions, hear no lies.'

I think that would work like in the following example. Lets say he brought experience in and enjoyment of prostate stroking into the marriage. If when he asked his then wife to 'play' she freaked out, calling him a pervert and throwing things around etc etc then when he finally finds someone willing to 'play' instead of enjoying it like he once did he has flashbacks to that unhappy and maybe violent? experience with his now deceased ex-wife which destroys the moment. So I'm suggesting that it must be more than just merely something she wouldn't do but a whole massive knock down drag out affair... and maybe she had a pattern of such behavior?

I can only speak for myself. Obviously the 'straights' who have ended up doing something with me have not been truly straight then or have they? So in my experience there seems to be a disconnect between what people say they are and what they really are. This IMHO leads to the confusion when a person who was never straight in the first place gets seduced.

The tent was up and we just sat together in the deep shade drinking the Cokes Joao had fetched from the bar. I looked Joao over. He was cute, he was skinnier than me but not that skinny, he was very black, he had nice hands and fingers with trimmed nails and for someone who had probably never owned any shoes other than plastic beach flip flops he had decent looking feet. White underneath with no calluses which he had probably rubbed down with a rough stone and neatly trimmed nails probably done

Yes Pete, that's how I read it. Yes there is a major disconnect IMHO between how many people describe themselves and what they actually are. However, in my little 'world' I can count on one hand the number of times I have discussed sexuality issues with a male partner over 40 odd years and that was never before 'doing it'. That he came home with me (or whatever) is for me all that matters. That he may see our having sex as an aberration in a moment of alcohol excess as part of his gay self denial or a natural outflow of his bi-sexual self with which he is comfortable or even just him being his normal gay self is of no consequence to me. I really don't care whether he wants to stay in the closet or not. Again, I do agree that in this still very homophobic world a lot of gay men would rather be 'outed' as bi-sexual rather than as gay and if that means they have to go through the motions of being totally heterosexual with marriage and kids and the whole nine yards then so be it.

I would like to try and understand what you are trying to say. Would you please elaborate?

There is no place quite like an African bus depot. A London, England underground train station is full of little grey men in little grey suits carrying briefcases scurrying like shoaling fish in one direction then another as the rush to make the next connection or make it to street level plays out. Activity in an African bus depot is more a swirling mass of milling around people. Another significant difference is the sounds that accompany the experience. In a London tube station it is only the s

Again, I hear what you say and agree but... too often the assumption that someone is (totally) straight is not accurate, hence the presumption sometimes that a 'straight' guy has been seduced. In my experience getting men (in general) to fool around is not too difficult but to get the right ones to do so is a far greater and frustration challenge. If you see what I mean ...

Charlie, a young Brit returns to Africa, his place of birth, to spend his gap year between high school and university. Long in the denial closet Charlie finds himself and is swept along willingly into a world of his dreams which is not without its emotional challenges.

I had been born in Rhodesia, as Zimbabwe had been called before independence, and lived there for twelve happy years until my parents emigrated to the UK shortly after independence. It had taken me some time to adjust to a new country with a colder wetter climate and I had never quite got the country of my birth out of my system. It was natural then when deciding what to do in my gap year between high school and university to visit Zimbabwe to see old boyhood friends and revisits the places of

Well said and strictly speaking you are correct. But who says he is straight? Is it not more a question of trying to establish whether he is in fact bisexual and willing to explore that side of himself at a significant social risk? Well said and strictly speaking you are correct. But who says he is straight? Is it not more a question of trying to establish whether he is in fact bisexual and willing to explore that side of himself at a significant social risk?

Great to find this topic being discussed here. (I'm new) I indentify with the 'Physiological Bisexual'. Who I'm attracted to knows no gender but the problem I have is that the longer I spend in a relationship with one the more I feel the urge for the other. Even though cheating makes me feel nasty and dirty I feel fullfilled as a result and recharged for the primary relationship again. Feel better for having said that.