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remember the "oh my goodness" girl in annie? it was a rather unnecessary punctuation to a crisis situation. girl, we know it's "oh my goodness" time. you're an orphan in the depression, okay? so now it my unnecessary punctuation to a crisis situation. on the surface it's one of those faith in self right decision things. i reduced my hours at my job so i could focus on design school. add the fact that i do have talent (along with a million others) and it's not so crazy, right?
more nudididididididididity after the jump. did i stutter? [breakfast club reference] oh, yeah i did. much more after the jump.
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here she is in season 1 of fame blowing it up with take me. p.s. can you spot jasmine guy? because i can.
two for one because she's pure effortless club fun:
andrea carnell - there is a place (eg & killjoy club mix)
and this lighter beefcake vid version that begs to be karaoke background visuals in 2027.
slept in finally, which means 9:30. field roast sausage and maple syrup. vegetarian. massive protein. yum. supplements as always. beat the scrabulous robot. just as my mind started racing about dating, work, school, money, chores, dating, work, school, money, chores i got on my bike with no destination in mind. nothing going on but sunshine, wind, trees, sky, bus fumes and avoiding getting doored. so it's not perfect but it was similar to the continuous present of dance music. hills. bumps. glides. rhythm. legs pumping. no watch. no bike lock. nowhere to stop. no cell phone. i can live like this always, even without the bike under me. i don't need to know the future anymore. i don't need to run from the past or hide in the past so deep i don't remember who i am. i need to feel my heart pound. i need to not know how it's all going to be and turn out. i even need to not know how it was. i need change and excitement. i know excitement is not fear. i know change is not death. i can tell the difference now. finally i can feel with no reinterpretation.
all being cock and ass and muscles and, what else is there? oh yeah cute fucking face too, and he stays in theme. which means he jacks his cock and stuff. now you're up to speed. more tommy after the jump. all of tommy at youlovejack forever. hope he's not planning on running for congress, though i bet he'd get 10% of the vote.
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i know pandora isn't perfect, but for goodness sake tiffany's i think we're alone now does not belong on my dance music superstar gui boratto station. though it was worth it to see pandora's explanation. good thing because i wasn't aware tiffany had a subtle use of vocal harmony. maybe by harmony pandora means the thousands of screaming teens during tiffany's mall tour. still i did like the tiffany (could've been) but not in this context. and if you look closely, yes i do have sara bareilles radio, but that's okay because i only heard of her from that rhapsody commercial where she's playing piano and singing in that guy's living room. i was all, why is fiona apple both on a tv commercial and oddly happy?
painstakingly titillatingly constructed by yours truly, a fact which should not lead to the assumption that i possess such a fetish. yeah, right! the thing is being nude except for basically socks makes a guy look even more nude overall. it just does. plus there's the whole 1980s international male catalog thing. personally i'm into the look only. i'm not into socksucking, though what a great word it is! 114.861 screen inches of fun after the jump.
i can't help it. it means so much to me. or at least what it represents - exposure.
after the jump because isn't self love always a bit elusive.
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kinda as ridiculous as when i danced to taylor dayne's "tell it to my heart" at prom. yes with a girl. unfortunately.
when you publish a cartoon in playgirl about men reading playgirl in the lockerroom and don't want to create the impression that there are any gay male readers of playgirl (a fact which playgirl did not embrace until the '90s) you better put big tit girlieshots in their lockers and on the bench and make a joke about how the men are so unawaredly out of shape. oh if you want to see the lyle waggoner to which they refer, he's after the jump. and on carol burnett reruns.
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photo by greg kadel. didn't britney wear this getup once?
after the jump.
otherwise you'll miss the serious and naked man (after the jump).
i can hate myself and hide and not go out even in the sun especially in the sun but but but then i listen to beats per minute hundred twenty eight two fifty six one hundred seventy thousand beats per minute and i move i think i wake up i awaken to my life which is immediately under the control of the music which brought me there. i awaken to music and there is nothing after music. it is white light and end of the tunnel. there is nothing higher than the top of a speaker. dancing. seeing all. no elbows but my own. i haven't danced on speakers in years but i still dance. in secret. to music which brings me to life. to music which controls my life yet all the music wants is repeat message. is happiness sunshine or emotive particulars or the continuous present. i awaken to the continuous present and can't stop moving because the present doesn't stop. no past. no future. no past to hate myself for. no future to hide from. only beats.
uknakedmen studbot neil works out five days a week. in this case, i think a day can be interpreted as 12 hours of gym, 2 hours of preparing and eating intensely nutritious meals, 1 hour of personal grooming, 6 hours of sleep, and 3 hours of mirror and/or showoff time (15 hours of mirror and/or showoff time if you count the gym). have i mentioned neil is perfect? get a bit more after the jump and absolutely all of neil at uknakedmen.
a curious and friendly visitor e-mailed:
"I just came across your site - it being the first site that shows when searching Steve Rally and Playgirl. Like you, I was mesmerized by him in the throes of gay puberty. I'd be thrilled to know what he's up to these days. He just stunning. Now, at the risk of blowing your mind, I have a question. Ever heard of him doing gay porn? If so, do you have any idea the name of the video(s)? The reason I ask is below."
he attached the picture that's after the jump. now while i'm certain the confusion can be attributed to a combination of the '80s clonelike playgirl hunk mustache look that permeated gay and gay for pay society and my visitor's desire for it to be true, it's worth contemplating. if only to see a rare (possibly unique) instance of an insertion pic on my blog.
besides, oh i don't know, assball? more at ruggerbugger, of course.
just realized assball could easily be shorthand for australian rules football, which is likely the only sport that can compete as far as beeftasticalitiness and planned exposure. the boys must do something to boost ticket sales, no?
hypnotic if you're into that sort of thing.
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