We all have an identity based on socially recognized labels. Since you’re visiting, I am assuming you would like to know mine. So, here they are, my socially recognized labels:
I am a human male who is named Joseph (pronounced Yo-sef).
I am a friend and husband to my wife, and a daddy to my children.
(Now, done with the identifiers, to the big three: )
I am a non-religious Jew, of the secularist humanist variety. Meaning, I am non-theistic in my civil and ritual expressions of Jewishness and Jewish history, culture, and literature.
I am a democratic capitalistic Socialist, who believes that social resources should be fully dedicated to the basic subsistence welfare of all humans and to the protection of our planet’s future livelihood. I truly believe (and envision!) that every human is inherently entitled to free housing, food, education, medical services, and recreation.
I am a Humanist, an ethics-based, social progressive who believes that humans should work for a living (aka, jobs) that serve to ensure the democratic socialist purpose. Choosing work to contribute to the socially shared resources, rather than needing a job just to be able to survive in basic subsistence ways within society (our present lopsided capitalistic system, that too easily favors the wealthy at the expense of the poor).
(Well, now that we’ve got the big ethnic/cultural, political, and religious three out of the way, let’s continue on: )
I am a polyamorous oriented individual, a natural bisexual who is evenly attracted to both genders. I have always seen the value in a marriage between many (a close several). I have always supported the civil institution of marriage, and the success of marriage relationships – regardless the genders or orientations or the number of those involved in these marriages.
I am by inherent inclination a social nudist, whether I am able to live socially naked or not. Unfortunately, it is most often not. But, like everyone else, I am always nakedly and fully present in (and out) of my clothes, and I promote body acceptance and self-esteem. My nudism is ritually and spiritually grounded, rooted deep in ancient traditional Jewish thought and teaching.
(Good! The two socially scary ones are addressed*, now to continue: )
I am a socially outspoken reason-based thinker, who thinks progressively about the future of our humanity.
I have an interest in activist based work that furthers the advancement of egalitarian and reason based humanistic ethics and lifestyles within all societies.
Click on photo only if you’re not body shy and appreciate being human. clothed pic
I promote living life authentically and without shame. A life based in empathy and sharing/caring. A life based in mutually shared responsible and community based living.
I have a “thang” for all things Linux. So, if we share common ground here, too, then we’ll have one more thing to talk about.
I have always had a deep interest in multi-lingualism, and truly do admire those who have mastered three, five, eight, or more languages fluently.
This reveals who I am, but you’ll still need to learn, now, what I am. This latter requires connection and friendship on a much deeper interpersonal level, over a sufficient period of time.
Now, my question for you is: What are your socially recognized labels? In other words, who are you? Why have you chosen to visit my online pages? Do you intend to be an actively involved friend? And, once we’ve defined all this, what are you? This is the most important question one can answer in his/her life.
Joseph Tsefanyahu Farkasdi
I am not ashamed of my nakedness. I have no reason to be! I would prefer to be this way often in your presence, both publicly and privately, whether you remain always clothed or decide to get naked with me. You only need insist that I take it all off and hand over my clothes, and I must because I must be naturally me! I’m most comfortable this way, and wish to be remembered in all my natural humanness. Maybe you should try it, too?
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Joseph T Farkasdi · March 19, 2017 at 5:58 am
I hate wearing clothes. I’ve always hated wearing clothes. I don’t care if everyone around me is wearing clothes. I only wish that it were a legal mandate that I always be forbidden to wear clothes. Yes, both privately and publicly. Provided the temperature is not so extreme that it risks my health and well-being. Then, the only coverings allowed are what is necessary to have me unclothed once again. I really hate wearing clothes! Uncomfortable textile bondage. I am but the illusion of what society around me expects of me. A disembodied face and clown suit, with appropriate personality to match, masking the wonderful real human that is seldom ever actually seen.
Joseph T Farkasdi · January 12, 2018 at 1:47 pm
The only kind of sex I’ve ever wanted is sex where others are in complete control. It’s the only kind of sex that has ever aroused me. It’s the thoughts of this kind of sex that is arousing my penis hard now.
I long to be told by a woman or by women that from this day forward I am no longer allowed to touch my penis in a sexual way. That I can hold it to pee, that I can wash it, but never am I allowed to touch it when my penis is having an election. I long to be told that only the women and men that want me sexually can touch my penis to make me have an erection, and that there are women and men who want me to sexually submit fully to them in complete obedience to their desires.
And one of her desires is that I submit fully to wearing a steelwerks chastity cage supreme* upon my penis and scrotum, so that they are assured that there is no way that I can touch my penis sexually ever. That I can’t even have an erection, no matter how horny I feel inside at any given moment, until one of them releases my penis from his chastity cage so that I may serve and pleasure them with my erection, in every way desired of me and my penis/scrotum. That only they have the right to touch my penis in these moments, and any other part of my body as they so desire.
I long sexually to be genitally owned and genitally-behaviorally controlled. To know that, when I’m allowed to have this penis chastity cage off me, any semen created in me belongs at any and all times fully to whoever claims it and gets me to orgasm this semen out of me. That I have absolutely no say in it’s use and what happens from this.
To know that, if I am to be granted sexual freedom to become aroused and/or ejaculate and if I am to avoid having my forearms literally bound together – for real – behind the small of my back, placed naked over a lap, and bare-handed spanked to crying submission, I must do without hesitation and to my fully best whatever sexual acts you women and men desire of me, wherever and whenever, fully acknowledging to you that my body belongs to you and my desire is to satisfy you sexually with my submitted body and behaviors.
I long to know the smells and tastes of your bodies upon my lips and tongue and in my mouth, and I long to feel you possess my body, my penis and scrotum, and my ass and anus! And to know that I have absolutely no say in this and no control over what is to happen or is about to happen between us – sexually and in your erotic activities involving me. I want to be completely naked before you, even when you’re clothed before me, and complete vulnerable to all your interests in me!
This is what sexually arouses me, every time I have sexual feeling stirring in me. These sexual thoughts are always what’s in my mind when I become aroused and then erected, and when I am feeling the urge to fantasize. I long for this to happen to me sexually, for this to be my any period of any day real life sexual reality! And there be nothing I can say or do about this, no way I can say no to this, except to fully give myself to this kind of sexual play, interaction, and outright sexual use by all of you who choose to use me in these ways.
I swear to you that inside me I fully feel this is my masculine physical sexual destiny upon this planet, and that I must submit to it to be whole and fulfilled. I place my complete trust and well-being in you, your wisdom, your interests, and your desires for how you want to make use of me! And only you can free me from fulfilling this sworn promise, I myself absolutely cannot!
Here in my aroused state and unwillingness to touch myself, I so wish to have others that I must share this with, and be committed to it, and so pray for this to actually happen to me someday. I pray for women and men in my life who want this of me and will truly fully take advantage of me in these sexual ways!
* – links to the male adornment I feel such aroused attraction towards, and her(s) having the keys after putting it on me! – https://www.steelwerksextreme.com/male-chastity-device/classic-supreme-chastity-cage ; http://www.aniyostsef.com/socialnudity/can-i-get-any-more-private-about-things/actually-sexually-feel/ ; https://www.facebook.com/tsefan.josef.jtf/posts/1738249626239751
This actually is how I sexually think and feel – it’s been this way all my entire life since sexual puberty. I’ve had to come to accept that I am sexually hardwired this way in the brain – a submitted male sexual slave in nature, who sees and desires sex with others in this way! It can be quite the advantage to have a man ready and willing to worship the human goddesses and gods in his life, and who must do so in her/his/their presence. Make me show my submission and worship you and your body(s) sexually with my willingness and my body!
Although I know it means no day-time erections for me, and no night-time erections, as well, the thought of her having physical possession of my penis and scrotum at all times with this inescapable smooth steel chastity device makes it arousing and desirable and worth the commitment to it. I have always been proud of my six inches of one and a half inch diameter throbbing thickness, and have always enjoyed the compliments on how I can use it to find that elusive inner spot. And, yet, I am aware too of my fear that, if she’s not feeling in the mood to have me erect before her/him/them or just feeling the desire to keep me disciplined, that being constantly flaccid twenty-four/seven for weeks or possibly even months on end may be my living reality, at times. Even with this fear I am still feeling the motivation for this device of chastity control upon me. I should never ever have possession of the key, and never let me know where you’re hiding it! Like the inescapable binds of rope or belt upon my forearms tied together behind my lower back, I deserve no control ever on when and for how long her chastity cage is to be upon my penis and scrotum!
To be so inescapably submitted and at her feelings of generosity/desire or mercy, having to be sexual with my mouth and body only – without the use of my dick, and praying to her with my willing behaviors that she does decide to bless me someday soon again with genital freedom to grow for the servitude I am showing, only to find out that when she does finally take it off and touch me, her stroking reveals a hardness that is now only two inches long. And, if lucky, maybe close to an inch thick. A knobby erection, that must once again, all over again, learn how to stretch itself out! I remind myself that if this fear should prove to become reality – well, it’s not the size that really matters in the first place, only what spurts out and how much spurts out from inside me. Yes? For the reality of her sexual ownership of me, it’s a risk and a compromise I’ve already inwardly decided I am ready to make for her! But, maybe I’ll get lucky and, though keeping me flaccid and chastitized day and night for unpredictable periods of time, maybe she’ll release my penis and use it often enough to where this fearful guess never finds evidence to support it.
Either way, I know how to use my finger on that elusive inner spot as well as my dick, and wish for the training that my tongue must endure, so I deserve the consequences of this male chastity cage commitment. It’s only me that suffers or doesn’t, she/he/they gets the fun of receiving pleasure and the pleasurable sexual control of me, regardless. My entire body is a sex organ for her/their pleasure, use, and amusement! It’s deserving that I must do as she/he/they say. I guess I’m now showing here just how long I’ve been playing with the fantasy scenarios of this in my head, aren’t I? Will it always be a fantasy? Or am I baiting fate by sharing this in writing? With a tense abdomen and a tingling directly below, I long in erotic tension to find out!