And beer...
And see who wanted to fight at the park.
Marko wanted to come along. We know who we're fighting in the park now.
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
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Tuesday, September 2, 2014
MUSCLE-BUILDING BIGMOUTH FROM TEXAS
I like wrestling and fighting and from time to time I have thoughts that require a space to express them. I like cyber fighting. I might take time sometime to explain that to you. I might just show you - but never expect me to apologize for this indulgence. It lets me craft a fantasy online with my buddies in a disease and damage free manner that is sexual, intimate, intense, verbal, muscled and masculine, yet not built to hate on anyone of type or person.
When you think of me, think of this too
I am a big muscled man. This muscle comes from years of dedication and devotion to good food, no drugs, loving myself properly, and not getting killed bein stupid. I would love you passionately, but maybe after spanking you. I would give you 4 recepies on how to eat 8 eggs every morning and not hating it.
The first words in a blog are always hard. They are usually stupid and repeat over and over, "Yup, I got a blog and this is why I feel I gotta have one." I ain't wastin alot of time on that save to say this - all the above being true, I am a homosexual man. I enjoy the company of men. I am in a country generally proud of freedom, and shame my fellow countrymen that think that freedom should end the moment we talk about sex.
I enjoy coupling sex. You do too. I hope you did today, you'll probably be nicer on the freeway ifn you did.
I call myself homosexual because I am not gay about my sexuality. My attraction to men has provided me more cause for tears than gaiety. That word does not describe me or my attractions at all. It's as if we were to call the urge to drive real fast "snoring" cause someone that was once snoring missed someone that drove real fast.
I believe the label should describe the man. So if I were to call myself gay you might think I lisp, wear pink, sing showtunes, enjoy shopping alot, dress perfectly, decorate, like volleyball, and think Cher is amazing. I may have enjoyed all those things for a few moments, cept that pink thing, but on the whole not things I do impulsively, yet the word "Gay" has come to encompass all those things.
I am not "straight" yet somehow Stephen Hawking is.
I have received the nickname "Atlas" in my football days. I do not want to carry the world and no godling will trick me into doing it - but I see the world and ask questions.
BTW this guy got me to blog and doesn't know it yet - http://www.holybulliesandheadlessmonsters.blogspot.com/
His blog shows how the religious right has viewed and treated homosexuals, how they see us, and, in my opinion not his, how they are lying little bastards about being hateful petty people hiding behind the skirts of their god, blaming Him for their petty frightened feelings.
I like wrestling and fighting and from time to time I have thoughts that require a space to express them. I like cyber fighting. I might take time sometime to explain that to you. I might just show you - but never expect me to apologize for this indulgence. It lets me craft a fantasy online with my buddies in a disease and damage free manner that is sexual, intimate, intense, verbal, muscled and masculine, yet not built to hate on anyone of type or person.
When you think of me, think of this too
I am a big muscled man. This muscle comes from years of dedication and devotion to good food, no drugs, loving myself properly, and not getting killed bein stupid. I would love you passionately, but maybe after spanking you. I would give you 4 recepies on how to eat 8 eggs every morning and not hating it.
The first words in a blog are always hard. They are usually stupid and repeat over and over, "Yup, I got a blog and this is why I feel I gotta have one." I ain't wastin alot of time on that save to say this - all the above being true, I am a homosexual man. I enjoy the company of men. I am in a country generally proud of freedom, and shame my fellow countrymen that think that freedom should end the moment we talk about sex.
I enjoy coupling sex. You do too. I hope you did today, you'll probably be nicer on the freeway ifn you did.
I call myself homosexual because I am not gay about my sexuality. My attraction to men has provided me more cause for tears than gaiety. That word does not describe me or my attractions at all. It's as if we were to call the urge to drive real fast "snoring" cause someone that was once snoring missed someone that drove real fast.
I believe the label should describe the man. So if I were to call myself gay you might think I lisp, wear pink, sing showtunes, enjoy shopping alot, dress perfectly, decorate, like volleyball, and think Cher is amazing. I may have enjoyed all those things for a few moments, cept that pink thing, but on the whole not things I do impulsively, yet the word "Gay" has come to encompass all those things.
I am not "straight" yet somehow Stephen Hawking is.
I have received the nickname "Atlas" in my football days. I do not want to carry the world and no godling will trick me into doing it - but I see the world and ask questions.
BTW this guy got me to blog and doesn't know it yet - http://www.holybulliesandheadlessmonsters.blogspot.com/
His blog shows how the religious right has viewed and treated homosexuals, how they see us, and, in my opinion not his, how they are lying little bastards about being hateful petty people hiding behind the skirts of their god, blaming Him for their petty frightened feelings.
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