...so i did!!
(Bodybuilding God David Hoffman!!)
Friday, April 29, 2016
Thursday, April 28, 2016
Wednesday, April 27, 2016
Before bed
"You will never do anything in this world without courage. It is the greatest quality of the mind next to honor."
Aristotle
Beer helps...
[art by the most amazing Lundqvist - Deviant Art]
Aristotle
[art by the most amazing Lundqvist - Deviant Art]
You will never do anything in this world without courage. It is the greatest quality of the mind next to honor.
Aristotle
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Tuesday, April 26, 2016
Man Love
There comes a moment with your Man, when you have the most amazing moment, where your skin sings and it goes all the way to your insides, you know someone has your back, you know it's all good. You touch his hand because there isn't any other hand like that ever. You kiss his skin and realize there is no other sensation like skin in the world. nothing comes close, nothing is even able to imitate it.
You hardly ever think this is going to be the best moment we will ever have. I have come to think
I've grown to enjoy these right now, and never expect that you owe me any more "awesome moments." We all wanna be like a kid, when we get off the roller coaster and shout to Dad - WOW do that again!
I'll take when the world can give when it comes.
Monday, April 25, 2016
Friday, April 22, 2016
THE BEARHUG
There's something primal about a bearhug. Few real fights end with it, but there's something about it, the complete smothering of your opponent's power and the total man over man dominance that has enchanted me all my life. I want to wrap up another man like this and dominate him completely, my face in his face, forcing to breathe my hot breath, in control of his ribs and owning his complete attention. His neck exposed there in my face. Maybe kiss that neck, maybe bite it. I want to feel him squirm in my power and hear frantic squeaks of panic and pain leak from him.
But there's the secret part of me that really wants to find that man that can bearhug me. Being 6'5", 300+ pounds of muscle, not many can do this. When I play out cyber wrestling I look for the man big enough that can do this, or nasty enough to cheat like a bastard and try to do it to me. And then I fight to get out...
With me its always a test, wondering if I can get out. I usually do.
I like to cyber wrestle. Find me on yahoo at erik.atlas280
But there's the secret part of me that really wants to find that man that can bearhug me. Being 6'5", 300+ pounds of muscle, not many can do this. When I play out cyber wrestling I look for the man big enough that can do this, or nasty enough to cheat like a bastard and try to do it to me. And then I fight to get out...
With me its always a test, wondering if I can get out. I usually do.
I like to cyber wrestle. Find me on yahoo at erik.atlas280
Thursday, April 21, 2016
FRATERNITY
A recent discovery from a close friend, he don't like the word "gay" either as a way to describe the man4man attraction in his life. It's never made his happy or even overjoyed, so the "gaiety" of "gayness" it a piece of bullshit fantasy.
OF COURSE it's a term invented by straights to describe us. So was "queer' and "homo" and "confirmed bachelor" and any other depreciating way to refer to us as subhuman. So there is a word, one that's been there all this time and says what was meant and intended when describing me. "Fraternity."
My attraction to men is fraternal. I prefer to be around men, that describes quietly sharing a beer watching the game or hammering your ass balls deep in a sweaty soaked screaming messy manner guaranteed to leave bruises. It describes me and not the men I am around. You are not stained with homo cooties by having a beer with me and you need no soul searching of your sexuality if you find you like me.
And now the word "gay" can return to its original meaning. But expect when I "don my gay apparel" in December, it's probably leather.
A recent discovery from a close friend, he don't like the word "gay" either as a way to describe the man4man attraction in his life. It's never made his happy or even overjoyed, so the "gaiety" of "gayness" it a piece of bullshit fantasy.
OF COURSE it's a term invented by straights to describe us. So was "queer' and "homo" and "confirmed bachelor" and any other depreciating way to refer to us as subhuman. So there is a word, one that's been there all this time and says what was meant and intended when describing me. "Fraternity."
My attraction to men is fraternal. I prefer to be around men, that describes quietly sharing a beer watching the game or hammering your ass balls deep in a sweaty soaked screaming messy manner guaranteed to leave bruises. It describes me and not the men I am around. You are not stained with homo cooties by having a beer with me and you need no soul searching of your sexuality if you find you like me.
And now the word "gay" can return to its original meaning. But expect when I "don my gay apparel" in December, it's probably leather.
Tuesday, September 9, 2014
Wednesday, September 3, 2014
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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