Tuesday, November 28, 2006
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Me, in a nutsack. I mean shell.
- Michael
- Ohio, United States
- I'm a simple guy. I like y'all, but don't tell me you're a "people person", OK? Also, if you tell me you are "straight-acting", I'll still be polite (Grandma Betsy lives on in me), but we'll be through. I read. I can love you if you don't read much, but if you read really bad shit, then I may not be able to love you. I'm liberal. Way. Who doesn't enjoy a nice trip (or a nice piece of fish)? I've traveled some, and I'll arrange my life so that I always can. Old people, babies (in their case, I think it's because my head/body ratio is similar), and your mother dig me (probably more than you do), and I'm OK with that. Know that if I am into you, I'll be amenable to just about anything. He'll be a lucky man who I aim to please. I'm aiming just thinking about you.
Animike
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Come here, little fella.
:: opens arms ::
Aww, sweetie. {{{big hugs}}}
Can I get in on that action? You know I like a challenge.
Lean on me, when you're not strong,
and I'll be you're friend,
I'll help you caaaaaaaary on!
*rockin' hugs*
Like what they said. Only with nice hotel sheets.
(( squeeze ))
Ya know, even when I practically beg, it still feels really good. Thanks, everyone.
It's almost like y'all are right here with me. In fact, which one of you is humping my thigh?
Err, that's me. It's all I could reach.
I'm an amazing comforter. Two shoulders here, no waiting. xo
*hug* Come cuddle with me. I'll hold you until all is right in your world.
you bet!
I also give a good back rub and a scratch.
Well, I'm a complete stranger... (though I've been reading your blog for a goodish while now....and think it's pretty great)....
but as one of my (flakier...but sincerest) friends used to tell me all the time, I'm sending some positive energy out your way.
Always up for a nice long sensual kiss and a good snuggle. Lets lie on a beach listening to the sound of the ocean while we look at the stars. And yes, of course you can rest your head on my chest.
In fact, you can do pretty much anything that takes your fancy ;-)
I heart vous, m'kay.
MWAH!
Well shoot, now you're gonna make me cry. Pile on, people, pile on. I think Andrew's almost done, plus I got a whole other thigh here, guys. Seriously, y'all are aces. ACES.
While certainly not as comforting as reading these comments, I've just awakened from a dream where I was in New York and seeing the revival of "Company". I attended alone (which is fine...you'll see) when I take my seat...wait for it.... directly behind Tom Judson. Now, it's Sondheim, and by all rights TJ (OK, yeah, I just called him TJ, but in my way that comes off quirky and completely non-stalkery) should be on stage in some capacity, but he's right there in front of me, practically twixt my thighs, so it's alright, aight? We have orchestra seats and he's in a cashmere turtleneck. Discuss.
I'm a little late to the party, but a big hug from over here too.
See, people think that the gay men and theatre/musicals 'thing' is about our love of spectacle, or us secretly want to be the one in the feathered headress, but truth be told it's all about cruising the other 'mos in the audience.
No. I want the feathered headress, Andrew. I've practiced walking down a flight of stairs looking straight-ahead for years.
:: showgirl wanna-be here ::
You haven't lived till you've seen my nether regions trimmed in maribu and rhinestones. I'm just saying...
Turn. Turn. Kick. Turn.
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