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nudididity after the jump. but the hairdo says it all. hey conan, if you googled yourself plus playgirl, call me. i want to be on your show. if only as an apology for your robot rabbi character who by the way i want to fuck me.
then today's your lucky day! after the nsfw jump.
i'm a playa hata. officially. because i want intimacy. ltr. and so many playas are so fucking hot and sexy and smart and fun i'm drawn to them. now i don't put out. i really don't. so they lose interest quickly. but in the meantime i get emotionally involved and feel ruined for at least a day or a week or longer. so i hate playas and gym whores and egoists and showoffs and the emotionally unavailable and the non-flirty. because i'm trying for ltr, right? and all these puresexual guys, these onlysexual guys are in my way, right? cause i'm not hiding anymore. i'm not hiding anymore from looking for dates and love and emotion and all, right?
choose a product and then ask to see the side effects. trust me. enjoy.
on my way to vegfest, i'm waiting for the bus and see a kinda hunky short shaved head guy with a huge backpack and a gym bag and he's holding some book and reading out loud to himself so i figure he's an idiot who never learned to read without moving his lips. as i pass by him i realize he's reading a bible so i figure he's an idiot who never learned to read the bible without moving his lips. hey prayer is just dandy but absent a congregation or coven or whatnot, i'm not sure why it needs to be out loud in public.
but all that's okay when it all ends up nsfw (after the jump).
will the pervert who has been stealing my underwear from the laundry room (black n2n contour pouch brief and black cin2 lo-rise square cut for example) do one or more of the following, and i mean now:
thanks so much, ya munt.
he turns around after the jump. just for you. and everyone.
oh and let me add, when you search for the keyword "date" in craigslist m4m it really cuts down the prospects, just like searching for a date at a bar. but i figure pretty much every guy but one won't be the one so i fully expect to meet and flirt with and want guys who turn out to be non-ones. how romantically analytical. see i like "thinking" and "information" and, fuck it, he's 20. i don't want to even try to go there.
after the nsfw jump. he's quite serious or bored or both. but bored is sexy sometimes. like if some guy doesn't love you but you think you love him and you want to have sex and he's bored the whole time or you're bored the whole time or you're both bored the whole time so it's convenient to believe during that experience and somewhat after it as well that bored may in fact be at least partially sexy. i no longer believe this. i want flowers. i want unbored. i want emotion. i want fuck.
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the only way wearing a t-shirt that says rebel makes someone a rebel is if the proceeds from that t-shirt sale go to the french resistance. what is france resisting? what have you got. t-shirt and who's in it after the jump.
what could possibly be nsfw about this particular number 15? find out after the jump.
i don't fucking care if the fucking picture was taken fifty fucking years ago. i fucking want to go back in fucking time and fucking make the fuck out with him. but gosh, i wouldn't fuck until the third fucking date. i am a fucking lady.
couple more after the jump. thank you for being you, josh.
i wore the same outfit three days in a row. and not some soccermomtrash sweatsuit. i'm talking the right shirt. the right pants. the right sneaks. and no magic happened. until today. the third day. i was on a reverse fashion boycott. i wouldn't change until the world changed for me.
and today i found it. everything i've been afraid of is what i need to do. because the fear doesn't go away. ever. it simply exists. the first day i tried to ignore the fear. the second day i tried to push away the fear. the third day i co-existed with the fear. it was the same fear each day. the fear that looks for what in the world it signifies. the fear that is always there and looks to the world to match up with something.
saturday was a day to fear men. sunday was a day to fear sex. monday was. monday was. the fear remained unassigned. it simply was there. an old friend. neither powerful nor powerless.
so i won't wear the same outfit tomorrow. the world finally saw me. saw my shirt over my chest over my heart. saw my pants over my underwear over my cock. saw my sneaks over my feet over my forward motion and over my standing still and simply co-existing with the world as myself and myself as the world.
fratmen tv's latest jayden has absolutely no resemblance to hayden "darth" christensen. no none at all. except for, of course, his face, and of course, what one might desperately imagine hayden looks like masturbating in the absolute total buff. more jayden after the jump. all of jayden at fratmen tv.
see. legwarmer. has it caught on yet? how about now?
his ass can corrupt the chaste. couple more after the jump.
gabriel at chaosmen has the face, the body and the need to expose (and pay the rent). get all of gabriel (photos and video) at chaosmen. plus you can take a look at some more square inches of him after the jump.
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see back in the day (100 years ago), the whole back seat thing wasn't a thing yet. now, as the pointer sisters sing, jump.
jockstrapless after the jump.
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linda eder: greatest hits
linda eder: greatest hits
the music on this cd will feature prominently at my wedding reception, which since the universe knows no time, exists despite my not having directly experienced it yet. someone like you is one of my favorites, with the cd performance echoing that of the linda eder rosie o'donnell show appearance from 1997 i've youtubed here.
oh my damn, right? she just has it. she's a star. and she knows just how to interpret a song. other standouts include a rousing some people, and a 1:38 version of what kind of fool am i? that has an impossibly natural build for such a timeframe. then a gay as hell moment where i am what i am ends and a dance number called something to believe in kicks in. linda just moves me (and my husband and our guests). and she has the voice that sometimes i swear sounds like she's singing two notes at a time. it's that full. her tone is exceptional. her power is perfectly expressed and controlled. she's beautiful and real. barbra. judy. now linda. she has entered the pantheon of the one namers.
from 1992, also known as part of the '90s, which i've hereby christened the arsenios because that was the last time he was popular. yes lypsinka is a national treasure (and sandra sorta so) but this is still creepy.
david brady is fascinated by his own masturbation, just like it's his very first time. luckily he can watch himself both on the camera monitor and live in person about 3 feet from his own face. luckily you can watch him let loose at youlovejack.
i'm going to attempt to give myself a makeover this weekend with the goal of being more approachable. clothes and attitude. mostly attitude. i'm better at approaching than being approached and i suck at approaching so that should give you a clue. my resistance finally cracked after prolonged viewing of what not to wear, clean house, and the hardy boys (it's on digital cable and sean cassidy and parker stevenson are so cute it makes me want to be too). normally when i want new social contact beyond my normal predominantly heterosexual milieu, i go to the eagle where i invariably end up meeting someone promising but who really was just indulging me in conversation with the goal of scoring. since i think the definition of insanity is trying the same thing over and over in the same environment with all factors the same and yet counting on a different outcome, i've decided the eagle should not be the extent, or even part, of my social interplay.
which makes the whole world my gay bar. and the best kind of gay bar. a small town gay bar that's about community and banding together and sex in the parking lot. okay forget the parking lot. and forget the misplaced idealism. seattle may have been more small town when i first moved here, but last i checked i still live on a block and a foot is still a foot and a mile is still a mile and i have territory. perhaps in exploring that territory i'll discover the reason for my inexplicable attraction to guys who work out too much and don't eat enough cheesecake and pose partially naked in their backyards, dicks poking out with promise. like, oh i don't know, the guy after the jump?
uknakedmen latest darren robbins reminds us that brits are really big on the whole working class look, unlike the u.s. where much of our porn is designed to look as if the model owns a ritzy condo (or at least stays in one for "free" in exchange for services rendered). but even within this competitive working class brit genre, darren robbins excels. maybe it helps that he has the mouth of the newest james bond daniel craig, the chest of an ultimate fighter, the deep hole of an ultimate fucker (with which he is not shy) and the dick of, well, darren robbins. get all of darren over at uknakedmen and some more after the jump.
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gary gygax, co-creator of dungeons & dragons, died today. unlike his role playing games, we can't just draw up a new gary gygax character, roll some dice to determine strength, intelligence, wisdom, dexterity, constitution, and charisma, pick a character class, say magic user, and get some geek buddies to geek out on the d&d back in 1978 again. because he's dead.
i loved d&d. i played the first boxed set when i was such a little kid. it was an escape with purpose. it was the groundbreaking role playing game. occasionally i've been tempted to try it as an adult, but trips to a comic store which carried the new versions proved how complex they've gotten. over complex in my opinion. he was out of the main d&d system by 1985 but did write adventures for it. it's not just tolkein set to a game. it's role playing. it's limitless. it's listening to dr. ruth and deep purple on the radio in my basement while picking a lock, stabbing a kobold and getting pegged by gelatinous ooze. it's wondering what's behind door number one. it's wondering what the right decision is then making one even though unsure.
it's acing exams in latin and english classes that are in any way based on greek, roman, nordic or celtic mythology because all that business was in deities and demig-ds. it's fighting monsters with ideas and dice and teamwork. it's sexy sexy centaurs. it's vibrant, powerful, adventurous spirits eating stale fig newtons until 1 a.m., brains going wild with excitement at the possibilities of life. kids realizing that pretend possibilities and real life possibilities are similar in that the possibility has not yet come to fruition yet it could. it could.
i love d&d. i wish i were a kid enough still to play it. but i will honor mr. gygax by bringing forth my own adventurous spirit, gaining experience points and advancing through life with purpose and honor. my alignment? chaotic good. of course.
do i have one? no.
do i want to look at as many as possible? yes. and so do you. more after the jump.
after the nsfw jump. by the way, there's a freaking farmer's tan wiki. now that's groupthink overkill.
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after the nsfw jump is what i wish it was right now.
posted by the barack himself to the bilerico project. my favorite part:
"If we want to repeal DOMA, repeal Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell, and implement fully inclusive laws outlawing hate crimes and discrimination in the workplace, we need to bring the message of LGBT equality to skeptical audiences as well as friendly ones – and that’s what I’ve done throughout my career."
meanwhile, h.c. made another appearance on saturday night live.
fratmen tv's calvin is all the way blond. see what i mean after the nsfw jump. and if you're ready for it, get all you want of calvin and his buddies.
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