Sleep with the "beggars." I'm asking you personally to do this.

Context. In the gay scene—and not just there—all too often things don’t start with desire, but with a checklist: how much he makes, what kind of iPhone he has, what sneakers he wears, how ripped his abs are, and what brand his clothes are. And only then—maybe—do they stop to think whether they actually want to have sex with him at all. As if arousal weren’t a primal instinct, but just another item on a resume. As if sex were a reward for meeting standards, rather than something that happens when you just can’t take it anymore. And then they complain that everything’s boring, everything’s fake, and “the spark isn’t there.”
That's because you don't sleep with the people who turn you on—but with the ones who are “right” for you.

And by the way, this isn't just a problem in the gay community. It's a scourge on society as a whole, where you're taught to choose a partner like you'd choose an iPhone—based on specs. But what I really want, damn it, an animalistic reaction of love, when you see someone and are like, “Enough with the small talk—let’s have sex.” And that’s why …

Sleep with “losers.” I’m asking you personally to do this. As a brother, as a friend, as a gay guy with a heart full of love and an ass full of experience.

And sleep with rich people, too. With jocks, fat people, skinny people, nerds, baristas, programmers, those who live with their moms, and those who drive a Maybach. Sleep with anyone— if he really turns you on.

That's it. That's the only condition.
Don't ask him how many followers he has or if he has his own clothing brand. If you want him— forward.

Only sleeping with people who “fit the mold” is a one-way ticket to hell—a hell of boring sex, emotional burnout, and fake erections. And it’s also a hell of distorted self-esteem.

If, while undressing him, you're thinking more about his status than about how he smells— Stop. This isn't just a desire anymore; it's an audition.

And yes, I get it—sometimes a “poor” guy might sleep on a mattress without a sheet and eat instant noodles. But if his eyes are shining, if there’s a spark between you— Take off your pants and stop showing off.

Because no luxury loft and no “Silicon Valley startup” can replace this one — a genuine desire. A primal one. An honest one. A mutual one.

Everything else is just for show. We live in a world that wants you to plan everything out. But sex is exactly the one area where you just have to want it. No Excel spreadsheets needed.

So if you're into poor, disheveled, emotionally unstable, but damn hot guys— Don't slow down.

It's a sin not to have sex when you feel like it.
It's a sin to pretend you don't want to.

Here's a podcast on this topic by psychologist Yegor Burtsov: