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December 02, 2005



~Emotions, just as buttons, were designed to be pushed. As we walk through life we gather thoughts and preferences like vast pools of feelings. Then, when we swim into the deep end and meet other boys who like to swim there we find they tred water an entirely different way. Isn't it a wonderful thing that we can be so different from each other but still yearn to swim together?


What's wrong with Walt Whitman?


Oooh, I think you're gonna have to accept this as a guilty pleasure.

Some guys have this effect on others- people get sucked into their oozing aura of hotness and physicality. It's bad when someone like that has an abrasive personality. It's worse when that kind of guy knows he's a heartstealer. It feeds their arrogance.

Options, off the top of my head:
Forget about him.
Just accept your dark desire and whack off while thinking about him.
Or get yourself into fights with him and work through your juices that way.

That last option sounds strangely attractive to me.

You already know you write beautifully, but I wanted to say it also: You are one of those writers that makes love to readers with your words. That's a rare talent, IMO.

Congrats on the Best Gay Blog top 5 listing!


When I look at this picture I can't help but think how much I'd rather fuck Warner Huntington III.

I think Colin's chainsmoking booze breath would get old fast.

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