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So, New York. I haven't posted since I got here. I think the reason being is that I had an overwhelming experience arriving and getting situated and it's not until now that things have started to settle down. Now I feel my writing on the subject can be a little more objective ( Read more... )

I hate the world "stalker" and I feel it's used way too frequently in widely varying and incorrect applications. Despite this aversion, however, I'm going to share with you an experience of mine that took place on Sunday ( Read more... )

Long ago, the rich of the state of Arizona crossed a clearly demarcated line: the line of good taste. For anyone who lives in our state, you see day-in and day-out the horrors of the nouveaux riche as they use their new found monogenerational money to purchase low-end luxury cars, passé designer clothes (because by the time it gets from Paris/ ( Read more... )

Gay men are not ambitious. And I'm not talking about the extreme of "ambitious" that may immediately spring to mind when you hear/read that word. You know what I mean: The stereotype of the brownnoser that will step over all of his friends and loved ones in order to get a high position or a specific achievement and then rub it in everyones face ( Read more... )

So this hipstery-ass mop-haired bitch was sitting next to me at some neighborhood locale with this husky guy that I see about every day. He has a messy, ridiculous demeanor, a goofy laugh and some of the yellowest teeth I've ever seen ( Read more... )

I'm really fascinated by bareback porn, both male and female. Especially with people my age; like 18-22 year olds (Because when you're an old-ass bear or sitting in a dungeon swing, you obviously don't have much else in your life.) I mean, what the hell motivates people to think that's worth money? I mean, yeah, you have a bunch of chiseled guys ( Read more... )

My creative juices have left my body ( Read more... )

Bell-towers: The only time you ever hear these things is when you DON'T want to know time is passing. You're running late to work/class, or your weekend is passing minute-by-minute and you don't want it to end, OR you're just reminded that you're in a fleeting world sharing it with wastes of space strutting around on the sidewalk in front of you ( Read more... )