I was wondering - did you know you were into WAM before you knew you were gay or vice versa? Or around the same time? For me, I was turned on by male WAM content from a young age (about 6 or so) but didn't start to realise I was gay until about 14.
Also, does anyone else here dream regularly about WAM/gunge? I do, yet I almost never dream about sex. Same with porn: because WAM clips of the kind easily found on Youtube turn me on far more, I almost never watch porn.
Wondering how other gay guys on this forum experience their sexuality/identity as both a gay man and a wammer, and which takes precedence...
It's hard to live partly with WAM and Gay. I have found that many gays with WAM do not know what to do. I have put in a network for gays specially this topic on my site. To date, no one has reported for WAM. Those who have contacted me yet, did not know about WAM. With most of the correspondence was completed quickly. About 70%, however, have reported a few days back. It has left them no rest. Now they are trying on and what pleases me more - try it with me.
Whether I was before gay or WAM I can not tell you. I think I was gay before I knew what gay. Likewise, I was before Wammer before I knew what WAM.
WAM and sex with a man is very important to me. Glad that this can be linked more often. But that's only since I WAM also was open as sex with men. Find it unfortunate that this insight to me only later came and not at the beginning. :splat: on, be and donīt be
I was fascinated by gunge long before I realised I was gay
One thing I've learned is that most people are up for it but it all depends on how you phrase it. If you ask someone if they want to get gunged or whatever they're likely to freak out. Ask someone if they're up for some lube wrestling though and you'll be pretty much guaranteed to get slimed with them :devil:
For me I think it was synonymous, as I grew sexually aware it was also about the peak time of guys and teens getting gunged on TV on the going lives, live and kickings, NHP and GYOB thing. However I did enjoy the feeling of getting messy even before this. I would enjoy making mud pies in the garden and stomping around the muddy and mucky farmyards and farm fields when I was 7, 8, 9. Also what probably propelled me into playing rugby as there was nothing better than the wet muddy games and training from sep-nov and feb-apr (could definitely do without the frozen ground games).
My personal analysis is it is probably a self awakening preceding what I understood about sexuality - possibly part of the reason I also avoided applying on gameshows when I had the opportunity as there was a feeling of guilt both of being aroused by the sensation and indeed a kind of shame about knowing that guys did it for me. I really wish I could replay those years I would have done so much differently.
What I will say is once I accepted being gay and enjoying WAM I felt a lot better on both counts, just wish many more of my friends had carried on the WAM part even if they were straight
1982j said: Ask someone if they're up for some lube wrestling though and you'll be pretty much guaranteed to get slimed with them :devil:
This has worked for me a couple of times
I think the gunge came first for me too, I knew I enjoyed watching it in game shows and liked playing in mud with Star Wars figures. As I grew up, the connection with it and being turned on grew around the same time as knowing I liked guys. Was many years until I finally got to do it with someone else. Actually a certain 1982J
So much of what jonnyk said resonates with me as bicurious gunge fan...the gunge aroused very exciting feelings in me long before anything else even before i knew what those feelings were. So much guilt and confusion and shame over gyob boners. Literally thought i was only one! Saw article about Splosh magazine in brothers FHM. And actually wrote to their problem page! They published it under heading 'Custard gives me the horn!' Then coupla years later my college had net access....
The gunge definitely came first. According to my mother - who definitely does not know about my attraction to grunge - I used to be scared of the gunge tank on Noel Edmond's House Party. Whenever it came out, I'd run and hide and watch the gungings from behind the couch.
At some point it all changed, probably when Get Your Own Back was on TV. I became fascinated by it. Thinking back on it recently, I remember being very dismayed when a woman was gunged instead of a man, but I recall this being because it didn't seem *right* that the woman was gunged instead of the man. Men seemed so much deserving of it. Perhaps this was my latent homosexuality at play, but it never seemed sexual.
I still find it hard to explain my fascination with gunge. Being covered in gunge certainly turns me on, as does seeing other men covered, but I still don't equate it with sex. Though I've yet to experience another man's hand tipping gunk onto me, and would most certainly be turned on by it, I think of gunge and sex as quite separate. Being gunged is satisfying and sex is satisfying. I'm not saying that never shall the two meet, but I don't have any requirement for them to come together.
Something I have noticed with myself, though, is a reluctance to reveal my interest in gunge with sexual partners. I've tried to broach the subject with a few - at first in saying things like "Do you remember Get Your Own Back?" - but further discussion on it has been sort of dismissed (for example, "I always thought it would be fun to get gunged..." "Oh, really?"). Though all manner of fetishes are quite welcome nowadays, it seems like gunge is maybe a little too...weird still. Particularly if all you want is a bucket of custard dumped on you. Does anyone else experience this too?
Great thread! I remember getting beatings off my dad for using up all his shaving foam before I was in double digits of age. This came from enjoying getting muddy at school playing football, and trying to find alternatives at home. Was it sexual? I don't know, but I know for a fact that the first orgasm I ever had, awake, was after sliding around on my front in some lovely tidal mud flats. This was before I went to secondary school, so I was 11 or 12 maybe, and I had no idea what the fuck was happening, so naive was I at the time. So was that sexual, given I had no idea it might happen? Whichever, it was totally detached from any gender issues - it was me on my own in the mud, and for years after that my WAM exploits were only ever confined to stuff I'd do by myself. It never even popped into my mind that I could do this with anyone else, male or female. And that was how it was for a while. I know when I was 15/16 I had no sexual feelings for men, or women. Only WAM. It expressed itself in so many ways, from spending glorious days- and I mean whole days, in local mud flats, to secret snatched encounters with each and every slimy substance in the house, whenever I was left alone. This went on for several years, and then came the internet. And the realization that there were other people just as "weird" as me. Even then, the gay/straight question wasn't resolved and it meant nothing to me. I'd spend as likely to dial up and log on to shokolda as to gaygunge. At that time, for me, I was purely looking at stuff people were doing, and if it did anything for me then it was because I was putting myself in the place of the guys or gals getting muddy or messy. Then, later again, the internet made ot possible to meet people too, which also coincided with me leaving home. And I thank the guys I met in those early days, for providing stunning introductions to sharing my WAM passion. They were guys, because, frankly, there weren't any girls around. Or if there were they were charging money. Or they were actually male sad fuckers. So glad that problem's gone away... In any case, it developed so that i was happy to do WAM sexually, with men, or women, or not sexually at all but just for the slapstick fun of it. Admittedly, the WAM side is dominated by meeting males (possibly because of an AWFUL encounter with a girl and some saving foam). But without the WAM, I'd probaly favour straight sex to gay. Even more so now, 30ish years later, it's ever more apparent that I'm now too old, fat & past it for the gay community. Luckily, my own personal feelings are always for the WAM, so I can enjoy going back to solo sessions, and enjoy the memories :lovestruck:
Well that was quite an essay, more than I planned. So in shirt, to answer the first question, of which came first: WAM, then gay, then always back to the WAM
This is a really great read, thanks for posting it!
Growing up, I wouldn't watch too many messy game shows...because I felt...what I think is shame? Or I felt embarrassed, so I think that shows that I like it for other reasons when I was younger. As a kid I never got messy indoors or outdoors.
When I began to hit puberty, I remember watching "sagging" videos of guys in the boxers online. Through my suggested videos on YouTube...I started to watch guys in wet boxers and through a string of playlists I came across gunge and wam videos on YouTube.
I liked guys before I knew I liked wam, but I equally thought those were wrong things and I should change myself. I actually, went to counseling to try and fix me from both liking guys and wam.
Then I accepted I was gay, and I am a gay guy who likes to get messy.
Amazing answers. It's really interesting that for a couple of you, WAM is the primary sexuality and male/female doesn't matter (if you even need someone else to do it with at all). While I'm definitely gay, I can totally relate to what helloboi1134 says about "trying to make myself more interested in gay sex" - same here. I enjoy having sexual encounters now but it's really been a learning curve, the idea of conventional gay sexual interaction never used to turn me on in and of itself but now it does a lot more and I can enjoy sexuality without WAM.
goinsteady said: The gunge definitely came first. According to my mother - who definitely does not know about my attraction to grunge - I used to be scared of the gunge tank on Noel Edmond's House Party. Whenever it came out, I'd run and hide and watch the gungings from behind the couch.
Would have forgotten if you hadn't said, but OMG yes I was exactly the same. I was frightened and upset by TV gungings as a small child (aged 5) and can remember crying and being taken out of the room as a result on one occasion (I think it was Comic Relief 1989). Then within about a year I was fascinated and aroused by it (on shows like this: http://www.ukgameshows.com/ukgs/It's_Tough_at_the_Top - and does anyone remember a CBBC spy gameshow with numbered gunge tanks, where kids had to pick a random tank to stand in and had a 50% chance of getting gunged?). There's a theory I read somewhere that fetishes emerge as the developing brain's way of neutralising something it otherwise finds overwhelmingly frightening - makes sense when you think that the most common fetishes are based around bondage, pain, dominance/humiliation/loss of control etc. The fact we were both terrified by seeing gungings as small children, then became (permanently) turned on and fascinated by them a short period of time later, would seem to fit the theory.
Not sure if I'm bi or just open-minded, but in my case it was definitely the WAM that came first. Was strangely aroused by seeing women in mud or getting pies in their faces for years before puberty.
Around the age of 15 I realised the messy fetish extended to males too. There was a Levis or Wranglers ad at the time that showed a guy in a denim outfit covered head to toe in mud. That awakened a lot of disturbing urges. And when I was 17 the Damned released their first album - older guys probably know the cover I mean, all four of them after a pie fight. They were one of my favorite bands anyway but I used to masturbate to that cover while I played the record.
As an adult I've tried messy play with both men and women, usually custard and cream,and it frequently ends in sex of a sort. I just like things in my mouth so whether it's a cream filled pussy or a throbbing custard coated cock, I will suck it if I'm allowed.
But yeah, the fetish overpowers my other urges. Pull on some boots, take a pie in the face, roll in the mood and whatever your orientation I won't be able to resist.
Wam came first. But I can't lie, when kinks are involved, I swing both ways. I was convinced I was gay but the more content I view I'm starting to question that.
If there's no fetish of any kind I'm happy with my boyfriend. Other guys aren't even enough to draw my attention. But if I'm in gear or or any of my preferred WAM is happening, I'm definitely going both ways.
I think gay came before wam for me. I base that on the fact that I have never felt anything other than repulsion when seeing women gunged. I've never seen a wam clip with a woman where I've thought "hhhmmmhmmmm". That has always been a total de-boner for me, personally.