i decided to look up this clip from my wife and kids. somehow, it made me remember that someone actually made a thread about going through the same thing early this year. i can picture their whole experience being like this.
i decided to look up this clip from my wife and kids. somehow, it made me remember that someone actually made a thread about going through the same thing early this year. i can picture their whole experience being like this.
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
I'm wearing a butt plug and nothing else!
Nope,
They cant fell a fucking thing.
You on the other hand...
Well?......(personally, I'll pass)
^^^ I'm surprised I find that oddly hot.
A close friend of mine today confessed me something I surely didn't wanted to hear.Starting to hate him.
^ I wonder if he's the same one you were planning to use to get the teacher's attention...![]()
Ah damn... well, that could have made for some fun karma's-a-bitch drama...
entertainment value -1
That chemistry teacher seems to be the shit huh
Maybe teacher likes threesomes![]()
^I think he might have told us the truth, Nishin. I think this because his situation once happened to me, when I was 23 or so.
Enchanted, I won't pass judgment on you for your choice of sexual partners. I do think, though, that your choices might bring an awful lot of pain onto yourself. You may lose a dear friend, and I think that while sex partners come a dime a dozen, good life-long friends come rarely.
Do you think the risks of losing a childhood friend is worth a few weeks of pleasure with a bedbuddy?
I actually have some very serious plans with my prof.I promise him I won't stalk him as long as I'm taking his classes,but after that he'll be mine,and I'll be his.At least that's why understood the last time we talked about this.And to be honest,after my friend confessed me we have a crush on the same man,suddenly all the cute moments and memories we shared together died.
And thanks for understanding me.I know I may be a jerk because I prefer my professor over my long time friend,but I just can't against my feelings.
^I only wish the best for you, Enchanted. Either way, you may have to face some tears--either tears over the loss of your friend, or tears over the loss of your professor.
Your professor seems only a few years older than you, so I think it foolish for me to spell out disaster for you because my own OH is 10 years older than myself, and we have spent 22 years together.
Good luck to you. I hope you will keep us posted.
sometimes, i wonder if one of the members on this site works for the cia, sis, or whatever and is keeping tabs on all of us. probably watching us lgbt people and repeating us to the government.
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
thinking about putting this as a ringtone for somebody or myself (even though i don't smoke.)
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
Confession: from my 10th to my 12th year of life, I really, really wanted to be a girl. It was nothing sexual.
I'd been brought up with all the boys toys, of course. I had an archery set. When we went to family friend's house, the boy wanted to play Cowboys and Indians. I went along, but I hated it. How I much preferred sitting in the girl's room, with her play phones, her play record player, and her dolls.
I liked to pretend I had long hair, in the style of Cher of 1972. My Dad had given me a crew cut, which I despised. When no one was looking, I would put on my Mother's long-hair wig, or put a shirt over my head, and use it for my "hair".
Somewhere around my 12th year of life, I saw a 38-or so year old man at the swimming pool we frequented each week. In the style of the era, he wore short, revealing trunks. I could see an enormous bulge (although it showed mostly balls). The image of that bulge stuck in my head, coming back to haunt me for weeks and weeks.
Then one day, when I turned about 13, I sat with that image in my head, and, suddenly, I realized that I wanted to suck his dick. So began my fascination with Daddies. I wanted to trace my young tongue down his chest hair, down that treasure trail, and open up those revealing blue trunks, and take his Daddy member in my mouth, working it until it finally surrendered its sweet, sticky milk. I could have spent the rest of my life with my face buried in his Daddy bush.
My budding sexuality had just opened that long-ago day.
But you know what? I no longer wanted to be a girl. The moment I began to have sexual fantasies, I forgot all about being a girl. Maybe I grew out of it. Who knows?
I wonder what happened to that Daddy? He looked very much like John Davidson. He has probably passed on now. If not, he'd be over 70 years old....
If my roommate was a gay male instead of a lesbian, we would totally get married.
I am sitting in my front yard in an inconstant sun.
There are two flies fornicating on the top of the wooden fence. They have been at it for more than half an hour.
Im a good guy. But there is only one person could snap me into a monster.
He is nothing but my dad.
How horrible is he?
To make it simple, even our family dog hates him, that explains alot.
*'cuz she got hit too
Josie, check my Comments thread in F&G,
they won't beat your dad up for you butt,
could sweeten your disposition.
Leftie..not now ^^ wrong timing
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I gotta off for couple of days.. gotta deal with personal prob.
'Still posting random pic of the day- ( bookmarked it )
Have fun& be nice guys![]()
My confession: I got 'let go' by a guy today. Another potential relationship bites the dust. I actually feel better on some level, though, since now I no longer have to wonder what he's thinking. I will never understand why people can't just be honest.
The more and more I date the less I want to do it.
had a strange dream last night. one involved me riding the bus passing in the same neighborhood my grade school is on. then it went into me heading up the main ave in my town, somehow walking through a dirty field smelling like gasoline and oil pans. i climbed up some hill with my hands and feet to get to where my brother and my homeboy were at.
then things got even weirder where i was at some hall and then there was some presidential debate between barrack obama and....malcolm x. i was like WTF. malcolm x is dead. i was like really, is the obaminator really going to duke it out with malcolm? cnn was doing extensive coverage.
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
I super judge people who try to do volunteer work at Thanksgiving/Christmastime and at no other point in the year.
places like soup kitchens tend to have more volunteers than they know what to do with during the holidays... just write a check, bro. it might not make you feel as warm in your heart, but it will do more good.
if you are going to volunteer, do it in February or something when it's cold and miserable and they're short-staffed, or make a year-round commitment to it.
So did I.
It was about YOU.
You turned up in my family house back in Scotland, and you were sitting on the upper staircase with a small cat beside you. You said that you had to take your pet cat with you on the plane all the way from America because you couldn't find anyone to take care of it at home.
Then you went off downstairs and I followed, wondering if you'd gone home because you'd suddenly disappeared. But it turns out you were helping my (dad?) (uncle?) bring in some stuff from outside. Then you came back in through the back door into the kitchen, carrying an engineer's toolbox in your hand.
And then you were helping my mother and you were carrying a large dish of food over to the table for the evening dinner, but instead you just sat on a couch with it and started eating the whole thing straight off there and then.
That's all I can remember. It was a very vivid dream actually.![]()
one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
^^^^
I'm in that same boat - although at the time, I wanted to be Wonder Woman or I Dream of Jeannie.
When other gay guys tell me about their prior longing to turn into a woman, I can never relate to it. I think, "yeesh, are y'all such mary queens?"
Then I remember that I wanted to be a wrestler who dressed like Mr. Slave.
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being a guy is awesome, I totally understand Female -> Male transsexuals.... but I don't get why a guy would want to become a girl.
It wasn't so much wanting to be a woman, but more so jealousy over their ability to be sexy/sensual. And I have to admit, I liked all the accessories on the women I listed. Men's clothing is quite bland, and boring by comparison.
Not much of a confession though, but I don't have a place to post.
During the night of election day, I went with a friend who lived downtown, we had arranged to have drinks while watching the returns and sleeping over. This would also be a celebration of my new job that I'd start the next week.
I met him on an online gay profile page, we hung out last November. We didn't keep in contact much until this September when my job was gradually ending and I had more time. I hung out with him throughout October getting to know him better, so much that we had more in common than the bar hopper impression I had of him. And yes we did all the standard sexual activities besides actual fucking.
We got very buzzed or lightly drunk from wine that the bartender (his friend) kept pouring. After that we walked around the district visiting other gay bars just to see if he knew anyone there.
Later on we were walking back to his apartment in a street mostly devoid of other pedestrians. We were by then very close side by side (compared to other times we walked) and he grabbed my hand, I felt a bit awkward by this cause I never did this before. With our fingers interlocked, we walked silently on this cool night looking forward. I wasn't afraid or concerned if people saw us, in fact I felt good when a car drove by. I let go one time but he grabbed my hand again. I don't know when we finally did let go between the second hand grab and going up the stairs.
But that was probably the most memorable part of the night for me to be honest. I don't know how it will go from here but I'm just happy to have a friend that I can have a wide range of conversation with.
^It sounds really romantic, FireGod.![]()
this may sound stupid and immature, but lately--I don't bother to compliment people (on their looks) who I know don't find me attractive as well.
It seems that a good number of people don't take a compliment seriously or give a damn about it unless it comes from someone they find "hot".
I have a terrible time taking compliments because I was a fat, acne-ridden teenager (your childhood really does form some nasty habits when you become an adult). In turn, I hardly compliment someone but when I do, it is very sincere. I have dealt with enough saccharine people to loathe them.
The very first time I had sex with a guy, I was going to bottom for this really cute guy I met at college. Things were going really well... Until the point when he was rimming me and I accidentally farted. I was so embarrassed! I sat up, looked at me, and started laughing. Luckily it didn't kill the mood. We still hook up sometimes and he still laughs about it.
"I want to sleep with you in the desert tonight, with a million stars all around."
I have crushes on some of the guys in my porn collection.
I hate my job right now. I have to be at work at 7am tomorrow (typically 9am) because people are assholes and took a holiday tomorrow.
wow. i feel your pain, man. do you get out early?
i realize that when i'm not eating fruit by the foot or any of these sugary foods and drinks, i am. just jerked off about some minutes ago and wow... i was feeling tired before and now i know that i'm about to feel extremely tired now.
i feel like going to off to sleep right now BUT why? still have to fill out job applications and clean up my room because my cousin from england is going to be taking over my room.
she's going to be sleeping in my bed while i'm going to sleeping on the fucking makeshift cot in my brother's room.
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one thing about the closet/you don't have to hurry/it will be bad tomorrow/so brother, don't you worry![]()
I was just thinking a bit here.
(hows that for fucking up a reputation?)
my thought...
if Max hates his JOB so much,
why doesn't he just quit and
join the 47% I heard about?
I don't typically hate it but because like nobody is gonna be in the office tomorrow, I have to stick around and do coverage and phones like a bitch. It's why I bought a book this week. At least I'll be getting paid to read.