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This is based on a true story, how I met my BF. I had just driven to a small town to meet this guy, Rick. I met him on A4A and he didn't want to drive all the way to my city. You see, He lives in LA. Me? I'm in Vega$. Being about 200 miles apart, He wanted both of us to put forth the effort, otherwise He would not drive that far to my place. Now that I'm here in a musty somewhat cheap, seedy motel room, I am waiting patiently for Him to grace me with his presence. I can't really complain though because He paid for it, but I will take Him out for dinner later. I beat Him here since He ran into traffic. As I was waiting, I will just go through my phone to kill time. This small dismal town doesn't really have much to do. After last night while speaking on the phone together, I got hard just thinking about the endless possibilities we could have together. After about a half-hour of killing time, He comes in. I am glad I waited for Him, because after gazing at who's finally in my presence, I am wondering at this point if Im actually dreaming or whats going on. He is so absolutely drop dead fucking gorgeous, that I just can't put His mesmerizing masculinity into words. But I will try. First, He is my ideal stud because He is so sweet and smooth. If I were to describe Him accurately, I would have to say that He is, one hot young sweet sexy smooth succulent stud. Believe me, I am not going overboard here. I call 'it as I see Him. There is just no other way to describe His masculine beauty. Otherwise, I would be leaving something out. After taking His shirt off, He has the perfect body; not overly muscular, while at the same time He has perfect tone to His broad shoulders, His gorgeous smooth chest, not to mention His strong arms. If He wants to dominate me in any way, I won't be able to resist. He looks like He could pin me down or throw me across the room if he had the urge. We obviously are both very happy to finally be in the room together. I planned for a lot of love and affection together tonight in our new friendship. We were about to have some of the best hot passionate sex that I could imagine. Since I could not resist, I will just give into His urges and let Him do whatever He wants with me. I'm going to be at His total mercy. I usually have a "sense" of people and by the way He was acting, I had the feeling that I could trust Him implicitly. Besides, I love risk, it turns me on somehow, it drives me insane, in the best way. "Lay on your belly and shut your eyes!" He commands! I don't dare defy Him, because He knows what He is going to do with me, so I just give in to His forceful will. Then I feel His manly hands caress my legs up around my ass, He pulls my head back, and He then utters powerfully, "Did you make a mistake trusting me?" I don't know what is making me do it because this is my last chance to break free, something inside me says to trust Him. I then say, "I'm in your hands, Master." Since I am the risk-taker that I am, I will just go for it, and I don't know why I said Master, but I was just in the moment. I figured it was the right response. That way I could stay in His good graces. He then orders me to stay still and not move an inch. I oblige as I start to feel a peculiar feeling that I never felt before. "What is that you're doing, Master?" I wonder while I respectfully request an answer. "Stay silent!" He directs me. "Yes Master," I obey. In no time flat, He forcefully wraps a blindfold around my head. Then in a flash, I get bound up with what feels like ropes. But instead of feeling afraid, it somehow gives me a safe, secure feeling. "How does that feel?" He inquires. "What did you do to me?" as I am not quite sure what I feel. "Stop asking so many questions." He orders. After a while of Him caressing my entire body and allowing me to feel secure, He examines my whole body from head to toe. I felt Him probe. I felt Him prod. I felt Him poke. It seems like an hour went by and He finally releases me to be free once again after I feel like I never have before. We both decide to share ourselves in the most passionate way we can. I was already in the buff as soon as I entered the room. He, however, has to finish getting undressed. He only has His pants left to disrobe. He is a little on the shy side, surprisingly enough, and needs some coaxing to finally be nude, or as I call it, "open and free." We are finally both nude and ready for action. I was hard as a rock, as soon as I saw Him arrive while taking His shirt off, but now we are both on equal terms because we're both totally enthralled with each other. I have not been hard lately but this is a totally miraculous experience, so tonight is going to be far different. We're both so passionate as we start to form a new friendship while we explore our bodies together. I blow Him away with my tantalizing tongue on His delicious dick while I blindly massage His luscious legs. I have His hot smooth beautiful balls in my mouth all night long as I alternate between His delicious dick and His delightful balls. He's already moaning while I am working on His exquisite nuts with my tongue. His cute cock is very succulent alluringly. It's the perfect size for me to wrap my mouth around to make sure that my throat can engulf it to our satisfaction. He reaches out to me and plays with my package to my utmost pleasure while I just play with Him on the bed endlessly. "Oh that's the way", as He exclaims over and over, He knows I am doing a wonderful job on His perfect part. "Don't stop, just keep doing whatever you're doing, it just feels beyond fucking awesome," He shouts out. Next, I put my first finger in His ass while I massage it and then decide to suck His tantalizing toes to his utmost pleasure. He has a delicious body and His heart is in the right place since we love being in ecstasy together while we frolic around into the crisp clear night. We both are having a great experience as his cock is buried deep in my throat so much that hes going to explode. I can just feel it! After what feels like an eternity, he literally explodes without me realizing it. I was planning on swallowing it when he shot it out but His load was more than I am used to, so I had a gag reflex to my amazement. I sensed some vibes as I could swear He was thinking, “I could go clean this up but I could also lie in bed.” I always satisfy my partner first, because it takes an infinitude of time to pass for me to cum. It elated me to know that I contented Him. He's drained after reaching an orgasm. "Wow, Chris that was the best orgasm of my fucking life, man!" I'm glad to hear that Hes fulfilled, as we both depleted our manly juices, as we embrace each other still in the buff. Our ravishing bodies together feels like nirvana. Its pure bliss to be in his loving arms. After a good long enticement, cuddling is the prime way to my heart. We are so languid now, that we are going to fall asleep at 4 am, and I know I won't wake up until at least around 10 am. We conclude that this was a super special occasion we had. We adored getting together for the night to bond and share some special adventures for a mutually phenomenal experience. He is definitely a keeper. Without a doubt, He is BF material W'ere so happy in our new lives together that we decided to do this all over again...... .......on a different occasion though since we were so beat.

One way to define STRONG is getting through a loved one's demise. When I lost my father to a homicide, I could see right away there was no justice in sight at all, aside from the fact the rouge murderer was above the law anyway, he also committed suicide after killing 2 others one of them being my loving and gentle father, hence alleviating any recourse. It is perfectly normal to grieve and I may be doing just that very thing quite possibly eternally. Allow me to briefly cite the stages of grieve. They are: anger sadness acceptance. bargaining The 5 stages of grief, per psychcentral are Denial and isolation; Anger; Bargaining; Depression; Acceptance. But it is also worth mentioning that, "People who are grieving do not necessarily go through the stages in the same order or experience all of them." We all experience the 5 different stages of grief in different ways to help us cope with the traumatic loss of a loved one. I know this all too well! I believe that the only one I can never come to terms with must be #5 acceptance since I have so much anger bottled up. There are facets of the whole ordeal that I just can't accept. A number of circumstances that are just too unbelievable, being way out of whack. The elements are so goddam unjust, Was NOT his argument at ALL! Was at work, so he was safe? NO!! He came home for lunch, to HELP?! UNFUCKINGBELIEVABLE! He was helping? Doing what? The ONLY action he "helped" with was to help himself right into eternity The timing as explained below. The timing, is just way too "wrong!" if he had been home just 30 minutes before or 30 minutes later, he would still be alive today. He was helping his termagant who was always at odds with everyone since she had such a strong will and controlling demeanor. She even said one Christmas, "I'm going to control this!" in regards to opening presents. These are words from my cousin about the termagant, "I totally agree with you that she was so controlling and boisterous!! She made me eat sausage for Christmas one year and she made me eat it like I was her child. I wasn’t even a child; I think I was 19 or 20 and a vegetarian. So, I get it when you talk about her being a control freak!!!!" I'm just shaking my head in disbelief, unfuckingreal! This is what my dad was with? So at least other people saw the way she was too, I wasn't the only one. I don't even know what he planned on doing to help her, besides getting himself killed. In the end, the 3 of them argued about money, the root of all evil. My dad had NO FUCKING business in that argument that only involved her and her evil ex-husband. So in all, after the termagant and my dad were brutally murdered, the rouge killed himself, thus being a double homicide-suicide. As you might imagine, it was all over the news, as far away as the other side of the country. So, it appears as though the fucking bitch has my dad, all to herself, for the rest of eternity, infinity, or whatever the accurate term is to describe the length of time. Enough rambling! I just needed to get this off my chest. I don't mean to bring you down and depress you. Sorry about that. Thank you VERY MUCH for listening Maybe I am not as strong as I exude to be. You never know. It is said that your kids, albeit, fur babies give you one of the best days of your life and one of your worst. I am dreading the day my daughter, you met her on March 3rd --Day #3 - change, moves on forever thereby giving me my worst. Presently though, I will spend a lot of time with her and will cherish the time I have now while I have her and treat her like the little precious princess that she is. I feel that she was sent to me by god. Perhaps? Anything is possible! That's what I live by It's one thing I love, is a good challenge. Love you both (for listening to me ramble), CJ

My sister-in-law, let's call her Rachelle, is a very HOT, gorgeous babe. Pitch-black hair, pleasant features like long luscious legs, sweet feet, and even tantalizing toes, not to mention her full, shapely lips. She’s rather curvy now, with perfect size C cups. Her hips, however, have always been wide-ish, and her hot bubble butt so plump. Something about her has always driven me to feel so savage, like a primitive beast. A certain vibe she had over her… Obviously, she enticed me immediately because of her alluring grace and elegance. The first time I ever came upon her wearing a tight-fitting pair of jeans, I really had the hots for her. The way they hugged her figure, showing off her perfectly plump butt cheeks, and leaving nothing to the imagination both in the back and in the front when they would ride up her incredible crotch with her alluring beauty… Nothing has ever transpired between us, (SO FAR) there were always people around us, we just didn’t have enough time to ourselves. My wife was there, her parents, there was always someone in our way. One night, however, we were finally alone, just the two of us for a change… it was finally so exhilarating to have the rest of the family abandon us, while we watched a movie, had a few beers and smoked a couple of joints. We both were "predisposed" now, if you know what I mean. The evening started innocently enough, but later on... ... she told me that she was tired. Faking a yawn, she then left the room, bidding me a good night and said she was going to retire for the evening... But when I went to the bathroom later, I heard running water upstairs… When I was about to go to bed myself, I saw the bathroom light on upstairs. I was about to close it when I heard splashing water. So I knew that she was in there....then I heard Rachelle calling me from inside the bathroom, "Hey sexy, I know you're out there, get your hot sexy self in here!" Hesitantly, I opened the door. There she was in the bathtub… .... my sister-in-law. No foam. No, nothing! Just completely nude, or "open and free" as I like to call it, floating in the water. Her legs were open, just a tiny bit, exposing her prominent vulva, labia, dark hairless lips, and a glimpse of her luscious pink insides… from there my gaze went to her hot skinny belly, flat as can be, while traveling to her perfect, perky breasts, large brown nipples sticking out of the water, covered in little drops like dew on a leaf… She then asked me if I wanted to wash since it was so late already. I "thought" for a moment...... "It’s such a big bathtub," she said. I might as well join her, I surmised to myself, And if I wanted to join in her secret fantasies? Seeing my hesitation, she said: “It’s not cheating if all we do is wash each other…right, brother-in-law?” she asked. "Yeah, right, sister-in-law," I thought to myself So I got "open and free," and she so aped me up nicely and very meticulously. At times, I pretended not to like it, softly pushing away her hands, but they would always return right away, one hand lifting my slightly aroused penis as the other hand spread my legs a bit and washed the fat, smooth sack hanging under. I felt her squeezing, cupping and ever so softly tugging on my balls, my shaft, my head… she really, desperately must have wanted me to be extra clean, LOL. When she couldn’t possibly pretend any longer, she was just washing me and wanting to massage me with her tantalizing tongue, as she suggested we touch ourselves... ...right there and then. “You just touch yourself, and I touch myself… just what we would do if we would be by ourselves. I’m not touching you, you’re not touching me, it’s not sexual, right? It’s just casual…” she commented. I didn't know how to answer, so I just thought to myself, "Ok, whatever you say, sweetie." I stared past her "open and free", wet form and saw an empty bottle of wine standing on the marble beside her, she must have smuggled it in… she was so out of it, obviously tipsy and not giving a single damn… I handled my liquor better, was sober to the point of still feeling a bit weirded out, a bit guilty… But she was so fucking hot! I couldn’t help it… ....I didn’t want to do it, but I leaned in, kissed her neck, and started fondling her succulent breasts… I tugged on her nipples as my lips moved to her shoulders and then to her sizzling hot knockers, my other hand feeling her up between her legs… she closed her eyes, moaned, and guided me inside her… I discovered that sex in a tub while especially wet is a difficult thing to do… I also discovered that it was a challenge worth trying... Because I always love an enjoyable challenge. I love to push my limits. Now she was giving me a chance to do just that! She dug her razor-sharp fingernails into my back and pushed her exquisite pelvis against mine passionately, forcing more of my rock-hard, strong cock inside her… She started gyrating her hips, aggressively, as I pounded her harder, and harder, as hard as I could without losing my balance in the warm soapy, slippery water… the sound of my balls slapping the surface, and her ever-louder moans and groans echoing through the room… it was something I never could have believed had I not done it… it was out of this universe… The alcohol made me last longer than I ever lasted… (or was it the pot?) with my penis still inside her; I lifted her wet, slippery, gorgeous body up from the tub, opened the door with one hand as the other hand held her lower back, and carried her into the master bedroom where I dropped her sweet hot ass down on the sheets and continued fucking her mercilessly and passionately… It wasn’t until I finally came, letting out an intense moan you could hear from across the street, that the shame set in. But it was too late to turn back now. I was over "the edge," after all I came! Nope... just no turning back! I apologized to her. She apologized to me. While quickly covering her body under the blankets… I drank an entire glass of water, caught my breath, and faltered into my bedroom across the hall, falling asleep totally "open and free" in the buff, my ears buzzing, the room spinning and my cock still wet, sore and limp now… The next day I surmised that it was all just an intense dream. But seeing how awkward my sister-in-law acted towards me the next couple of days, makes me pretty sure it wasn’t just the most glorious lucid dream ever, and if this wild, wet, passionate escapade truly happened…

Awwww, the memories. Who doesn't love to reminisce? Especially the childhood memories. I mean, who doesn't want to be a kid again? Different time. Different world. It was much better and much safer in those days. It was a time when you could ride your bike around the neighborhood and you didn't have to worry about any strangers picking you up or the wrong people even being in your neighborhood. Just about the very 1st memory I have is when I met my 1st best friend. He was on 24th Street, and me? I was on 25th. We couldn't be anymore than 4. We were so young. So our backyards met, and we saw each other and introduced ourselves at the short fenceline. You would never guess what happened next. After he informed me of his name, I was thinking, Well how about that? We got the same name! Who would have ever guessed? A chance in a million! Our new friendship was born. Oh, but that was just the very beginning. The memories of the antics we got ourselves into......were plentiful. After we met, we were always riding our bikes around together. Whenever the volunteer fire dept siren would sound, we would ride them so fast so we could see the fire engines come out of the firehouse. After that was over, we mostly played around the railroad tracks. We were not the safest cans in the pack. But first, we had to get there, and I remember there was a deep ravine we had to cross. We both had our bikes but had to get a good head start to get across. It was challenging but if we got enough speed we could do it. Aces!! We made it! When we finally got to the tracks we started our fun and dangerous antics. We did all kinds of playing around them and came close to even getting into trouble. We were doing everything from being under the tracks waiting for an engine to come by, all the way up to putting pennies on the tracks. We were under them one day and he was surprised since he noticed that it was a big engine in which he said, "Oh, man no way! You didn't tell me it was one of those huge engines that could make you deaf!" so we got away just in the nick of time. Then he showed me the trick of putting pennies on the track and we all know how it gets squashed and distorted by the passing train. So he had me put something on the track, and what did I do? I was all GUNG HO and put a railroad tie on the track. Then he saw what it was that I had put on the track and then he said, "Oh, man no way! That's way too big, it will derail the train and we will get into tons of trouble! Get it off there!" Leave it up to me to do something not only crazy but stupid too. I was figuring that a huge massive engine could easily pulverize a little railroad tie like a splinter. But that's me, going above and beyond. So he helped me get it off quickly. When we finally got tired of getting into trouble on the tracks he suggested we go to Erie Ceramics. It was kind of cool since there was a big pit in the back of the yard and it had some type of clay or thick substance in it. We threw rocks and other debris into it and it would make a mark and stick on the top, and not sink. Then as I scan my memory banks of my childhood further, there was another spot that was a big hole in the ground and we were throwing rocks again and somehow I fell into it with some water in it. Don't worry, it wasn't that deep. But I asked him to help me out and he tried with all his might but couldn't pull me up. "Oh, man NO way! I can't, you're way too heavy!" he said. But I managed to find a way out. I will never forget when we were at a car wash. We always seemed to challenge each other. First, he told me to go into the wash, but it was where the employees would tend to the wash, so it was humanly possible to occupy that space and perfectly safe. Oh, then it was time for me to pick the new challenge. I said to enter the place where the cars actually get washed. That's a NO-NO. I remember a guy saying, "Hey you kids, get outta there!" So we hightailed it outta there just like he said. Ok, we finally ended up at my house later that afternoon and somehow I was on top of the single-story garage and was pouring water out of a glass onto the ground and while I was pouring the water out, I fell off the garage to the ground. No, I was ok. I didn't get hurt and didn't break anything. But it could be why I am apprehensive of heights to this very day. So I asked him to go up and do the same thing, and of course, he said, "Oh, man NO way, not after you fell." The final memory I recall is when we were in an alley and were throwing rocks against a wall. Why? you ask? I have NO idea, just that kids will be kids, is the only thing that comes to mind. Of course, needless to say we were caught by the store owner and our parents were called, and he had us wait till they got there. After they got there it turns out that he told our parents that mirrors were on the other side of the wall that we were terrorizing with the rocks. After we figured we were going to be in deep shit, I asked, "Can we still be friends to the end, Chris?" Guess what his answer was,..... He said, "Oh man, YES way. We will be friends until the end of eternity!" We then shook hands and bonded together as we gave each other a huge hug, more than we ever have before.

I am so lonely and cold and hungry and I don't know my way home. Im lost! Maybe I should just.... Oh, hello there, I didn't see you. My name is Charlie.... or.... maybe it's Ralph? The problem is, that I'm not really sure because when a new owner finds me on the street, they don't know my name and then just call me what they think it is, and that's where I get confused. My new owner has just had me for about a week or so now. He is the 1st owner that really treated me like one of the family. Who is *he* you ask? Well, He is the only owner that I learned his name, Rick. I wish I could be reunited with him. I have NO idea where I am or which way is home. I'm really in some sad shape. You see, I have been on the streets now for a few days and I'm really hungry and tired. But I don't have anywhere to lay down because someone will say "shoo" or "go home". But therein lies the problem. I have no home because I got separated from my master, Rick, and I have not earned a collar yet so I am collarless. He cannot be contacted. "snifffles" "wining" I really hope I can find him or he finds me? I have been trying to sniff my way home, but I must be so far away and now I'm lost. He was the best master I had too, but he told me to "go ahead and go." That's why I left because of what he said. I don't want to stay where I'm not wanted. I will tell you what happened. When he put me on the patio, he told me, "Go ahead and go." I thought he must not want me anymore so I just walked away. So now I am a stray. I thought someone else may want me, but I should have known better, cuz I went too far and now I can't make it home even with my cold and wet sniffer. I thought he loved me but maybe I went on the floor one, too many times or maybe I am just costing him way too much money in food. He gets annoyed when I need to go out at night. I have been through the same pattern many times, so I know it by heart. It's so sad. It seems that I am on the street more than I am in a nice warm comfy home. I guess the old adage "a stray dog" is a part of my life. I am not going to cry or whimper, but it is really breaking my heart. Cuz I loved him, I figured I finally found a great master. I thought he loved me in return. Well, it's getting dark so maybe I should find a park and lay down, at least I have been here before. My master took me here a lot, so I know the perfect spot for getting some sleep. What? Wait a moment! Is that....? Really him? Oh my god!!! Its Rick over there! I better run to him now. He must have remembered taking me here and is looking for me. "Bark! Bark! over here Rick, Bark!! I am the happiest K-9 in the world! What Rick? Oh, really? Now I understand.....when he told me to "go ahead and go" , he just meant to do my duty outside and come back in! What a relief, he really DOES love me. I'm confused, he has water coming out of his eyes, I thought humans do that when they are very sad? But he just said that he is so happy to see me. Well, maybe humans have those tears when they are happy then? I'm so confused. Could be? He said that we are going straight to the doggy store and getting my brand new collar and a tracker to keep a closer eye on me, so I will never ever get lost again. He also said that he will get me groomed and feed me some hot moist food tonight, and what else Rick? I am even allowed to sleep in your bed tonight! WOW, Rick I am so doggy glad to find you. Wow, I am going to live it up tonight and get treated like a King I am so glad you found me today, so now I am no longer a stray. Thank you for listening to my stray story. Good night, Ralph PS. I know my name now.

I really LOVE to hold you in my arms. I am beyond cloud #9, and in TOTAL ecstasy when I am holding you in my arms. I love to cuddle you and just be held. It gives me the feeling of being loved, wanted and needed. Whether you hold me tight and really keep me safe or gently cuddle me while caressing me gently, it's absolutely phenomenal! It is my all time favorite activity, even more so than actual lovemaking. It is the #1 way to show me that you love me and I have you, the special one in my life. It demonstrates that you love and care for me. Holding me in your arms is the utmost way to offer your love for me. I don't know why there are so many guys who think that being held is weak or unmanly. We all need to be held if we are just feeling down that particular day or need reassurance that our partner cares about us. Whether you are male or female, we all need to be held once in a while. Today may I make a suggestion that you will follow? Go up to your partner and just hold them and see what their reaction is. Just go up to them and give them a hug or wait till you're in bed and cuddle them. Do you already know what their reaction may be? Do it anyway and see if their reaction surprises you. If they ask what you are doing or if it's rare for you just to hold them at random, then just say you need to be held right now. Hopefully, it may transform your evening into a wild lovemaking session if it works out for you both. Or maybe you will both connect like you never have before. It is what I do. Its worth a try at least. Don't you think?

I need to go to the doctor's office right NOW, because you will never believe it, my ass is literally broken in 2 pieces right down the middle, it not only actually has a big hole in it, but also a deep crack in it too in the very middle! "Hey dad! You won't believe it! I finally had sex for the 1st time today!" "Really, son? Let's sit down and chat about it." "Aww, dad but I cant yet. My ass is still way too sore." Hmm...were you expecting me to talk about the other kind of crack? That crack kills! I want you ALL to be around for a while yet. I mean think about it, who else will ever be interested in reading all my work and in depth material? Our crack though, the one that we ALL have, is very beautiful. It is really a common part of our body, but, for some unknown reason, is the only common part that remains covered. I really wonder why? It really makes NO sense to me at all! I feel that our really lovely crack, or our entire rear actually, is really beautiful and part of BOTH of our bodies, and we really should ALL be allowed to show it off and also be able to see since we both have it. The other common parts to BOTH of us, like our feet, legs, hands, etc. aren't covered, so why the rear of our bodies? Agreed? So, you DO see my point? As you can see, BOTH of us, males AND also females, have this really gorgeous "ass"et that is common that really should be displayed with absolute pride, and without question or hesitation, or even any shame at all. Let me know if you agree. Don't even think of being shy! Thanks for your attention and... Love you both, Christopher Until next time when we meet again!

Do you perceive perception the same way as me? Well, ok, we will see whether you actually do, the same as me. Even if you don't, then you are still welcome to think freely, or even freely think, as this is exactly what we are doing here today. Whatever is better for YOU! Okay, freethinkers, it is time to think freely. Are you equal to me? Definitely not! Well, am I equal to you then? Of course not! If you are not equal to me, then how would I be equal to you? Keep this in mind for the rest of the discussion. When I spoke to a very logical friend, he told me that the answer to almost every question is, First off, Are you male or female? Are you sure? The reason I had to ask if you are sure is that, in the past, I have spoken to some of you, and you adamantly declare that you are, in fact, NOT a female, but in reality, a woman! Interesting and mind boggling Well......Hmm, ok. I am the 1st person, in keeping an open mind, who must be fair to all, so we shall examine this thoroughly. Can you enlighten me how you can be a "woman" but NOT a female? When you were born, were you already a woman? Well, I have been wrong before, but rarely. If I am actually wrong now, please inform me. We shall use my favorite principle, LOGIC I assume that when you were born; you were a girl, who is what? YES!! A female! PRESICALLY So proud of you! YOU got it on the very 1st try!! Unless you were FEMALE before, but now you are NOT? So now that you are a woman, did you transform out of femaleship into a male? You realize there are only TWO genders, right? But, wait! If YOU are a woman, but NOT a "female" then by deductive reasoning and LOGIC, I can't be a male because FEmale is equivalent to a MALE, so if YOU are, excuse me, a "WOMAN" we MUST be fair now, I am a MAN, NOT a male, at least by someone's deranged logic. In being totally equal now, this is what we realize at this point, MALE=FEmale MAN=woman thus if you are "woman" I must be a MAN, but NOT a male!! I think I was LESS confused back before when we started analyzing this?!?! So, get off the semantics and realize who and what the fuck you & we are! If you really want to dispute this, then simply, Put a female and a woman side by side and enlighten me on what the difference is. By the same token, a male, man, dude, guy, gentlemen are ALL the same thing. Ok, lets finally move on to the REAL world, as I am breaking a sweat figuring this out! So, now, what do you think about, 2 gallons of water being equal? It just depends on what the purpose is or the "equality criteria" is. If you are putting out a fire, then totally equal. However, if one of these is ocean water and the other is tap water, then they can't be equal for drinking. You actually agree on this? Im glad! Now, let's look at numbers. Is 4 =4? At first glance, yes, of course! but then if I say 4 cars are equal to 4 trucks, then no way. Are all men equal? Think carefully! Do these 2 guys look equal to you? Their hair alone makes them different! YES, whether you look at their faces OR body! Some of us guys have college degrees, some don't, some of us are well to do, others are not, some are tall, some short, some fat, some skinny, some old, some young. Now do you get the point? It really comes down to 1 single factor. PURPOSE & EQUALITY CRITERIA. So depending on what you are comparing, we are not always equal. But if you compare something else, then we must be equal! So, now to upset some people, NOT intentionally though. So, as far as men being equal to women or women being equal to men..... We just aren't the same, so we are NOT equal. Love it or hate it, it's just the truth! For those of you who just have to disagree, then are you going to tell me that each of us can get pregnant and bear children? What about holding the door open for the ladies? If EQUAL= then why don't you ladies hold the door open for us guys? What about having to use 2 different restrooms? If we're equal, then why don't we just use the same locker room, bathroom, etc? We are NOT equal! Simple. End of story! Well, not quite yet! Why? Do you have something to add? I most definitely DO!! I must add, yet another pertinent reason that they will NEVER be equal to us, MEN!! READ these FACTS below: "Of course, as you already know, females didn't have to go to war, then or EVER! So next time you may say or ask me, Are females equal to men? I'll say NO FUCKING WAY!! If they were equal, then they should do EXACTLY what us guys MUST do." NO deviation whatsoever!! If there is ANY at all, then WE are in NO WAY EQUAL!! Got it? Great, Im very glad that all of us are on the page! Just remember the EQUALITY CRITERIA. It really comes down to what criteria you are basing "equal" on. We ARE equal in some aspects, but others we are NOT! The old expression is, "comparing apples to oranges." The same or different? Well, yes, they are BOTH fruit, edible, also grown on trees, but otherwise? They are just not the same. So when she uses this expression, you could state that they are the same, if you would like. But if you ask me, I prefer using a more accurate analogy, such as "comparing cars to swiss cheese" for a much stronger & different comparison. Now, try with everything you have to find ANY similarity with these 2! Just some food for thought to spur an excellent discussion about how your perception of the world allows you to see concepts differently than him or her or you and me. Do you feel I'm dealing more with semantics than logic? Obviously there are no correct or incorrect answers to the questions, but I am very interested to find out if anyone has the same point of view as me. Love YOU BOTH!! whether you are Female/woman OR MALE/man Christopher

My ideal walk.... ...would be as pure and innocent as the day I was born, for I would be wearing only what I was born with, nothing more. That's right! No artificial guards or facades, in any way, that mask my true masculinity. I am one with nature while I am "all natural" and perfectly comfortable in my own skin. My true authentic actually very genuine soul would shine right through my outer shell that I am very honored to possess, while my confidence exudes outward, proudly displaying why I am so dignified in my stride. I would very tastefully walk proudly along the immense coastline of Hawaii, perhaps during sunset at dusk. I would very proudly stroll along, as I have nothing at all to be ashamed of and would tastefully display my beautiful body without shame or a mere sexual thought even crossing my mind for an instant. As I progress, and notice my inspiring surroundings, I see majestic mountains off in the distance, while nearby I spot a waterfall, as I listen to its bubbling brook slowly moving along. The leaves would be gently rustling as I pass by some low hanging trees, while the birds would be chirping a few notes, as I am very delighted to listen to their soft pleasant melody. What a pleasant surprise! As I gaze into the distance, I observe what appears to be, a few quaint little huts with a few small tables set up around them. Well, perhaps there would be some delectable refreshing tropical drinks available for me to quench my thirst when I arrive. As I draw my walk to a close, there are comfortable lounge chairs for my fatigued body to relax and replenish itself. Once I relax in one of them, I look into the distance as I am very elated to observe others who are "open and free" like me! They also like to be themselves and wish to partake in the exhilaration & liberation of tasteful nudity. Only but a few minutes later, they join me as they too relax as they lounge in one of the chairs near me. Then to wind down an absolutely divine, perfect day, one of the individuals asks me what I am drinking, while I sip my drink and inform them its an extremely exquisite mojito. As I engage in stimulating & thought-provoking conversation with the 3 enchanting captivating people who are now in my midst, I discover that I have enough in common with one of them, that it only intrigues me further as I inquire much more about them. As time moves forward while getting much darker, it is with pure bliss that one of them becomes my soul mate. In consideration of this latest development, it is in NO way, the end at all! but instead, a brand new beginning, for US! Hope you enjoyed yourself on my very pleasurable journey along the beach.

I INTENSELY & ARDENTLY HOPE for abundant REVERENT feelings of devotion. I HOPE... ... that I have something to look forward to at some distant point in my future. ...that I could possibly have someone in the future who could actually care for me. ...I can somehow become a better person in a multitude of ways. ...I'll have more guidance to know how to radically alter my life for positive changes. ...I can encounter and meet new friends, that will even come close to caring for me. ...that I might actually discover myself while I identify unfavorable adverse traits that repel everyone in my life all the time. ...that my destiny transforms into efficacious productive developments. ...my current avocation converts into a lucrative breakthrough process of growth. ...there is some possible method for me to find someone who I may actually love. ...there is some process of development for my progressive evolution. ...there are powerful efficient and compelling techniques to alter other's prejudices. I can find another who might actually stay instead of mimicking everyone else's result.. Wish me the best..... if U want

We all suffer various losses through this sometimes very painful time period called LIFE. MY OWN individual losses have ALWAYS been way beyond too TREMENDOUS! I really wonder how, during most of my grievous lamentable life, I have somehow actually gotten through my really grim, bleak and totally UNSATISFYING waste of life. There have been way too many sorrowful moments that I really should have taken ALL my excruciating pain away. But there must be something that keeps me on this very cruel evil place while I continue on in my very lugubrious and beyond dismal existence down here. I have lost way more than I even care to reexamine, but in the very context of this post, I must really reach deep down inside me as I put forth my effort to attempt to accomplish this very achievement. So, to start this feat off, I must firmly declare with ALL my conviction, If I was smart enough to remember this very pertinent assertion, I would still have HIM to this very day! Since I wasn't though, I must reveal that I most recently lost the most important one in my ENTIRE life EVER! "If you don't come back to me, and help me out, I will have to break it off. I will leave it up to you." he firmly stated to me. My particular unfortunate circumstances, and exactly where I was, didn't exactly work at all, in my favor. So, I made the very worst decision of my entire life, and regretting it ever since. The ONE SINGLE & ONLY one that I have EVER EVER cared so deeply for AND also LOVED with ALL my heart and soul as well as EVERY fiber of my being! HE was ALL that I have EVER wanted! His multitude of endless, loving, & really caring qualities, as well as his perfect body and mannerisms were all more than I could ever hope for in another nearly perfect person. But, in addition, I have also lost my... ... childhood, in that, it was a very turbulent time for me since I had almost no friends, and was always being made fun of for something that I actually wasn't at all. ...virginity, as we all do, but much much later than all my peers. ...Father to a totally tragic undeserved and unwarranted, homicide. ... an inheritance that I received from my dad's demise because of the overwhelmingly beyond horrible stock market. So much for trying to do the responsible execution with a lot of capital. MY own loss list goes on and on in my exploits of life, however, the ones that I am most lost & really hurt about are way beyond very special to me in life. They will NEVER speak to me again. I have tried repeatedly to rekindle our relationship, but much to my total dismay, to absolutely NO avail. I can just say that they were so way beyond special, as well as very smart, good looking and even very withdrawn. Now I must deal with this absolutely painful loss in my life that really could have been entirely avoided, but my anger, rage and total stupidity, got the best of me thereby forcing them away from me forever! When you have multiple disorders like I do, such as BP I, MDD, PTSD and now I have even been recently diagnosed with BPD, you can't always control your feelings of rage, anger and bitterness while also being totally frustrated with yourself, and also life. I was outraged by my Father's completely UNFAIR and totally UNDESERVED beyond tragic death with absolutely no justice whatsoever! I still am, but it does not do any good to dwell on it anymore. All my rage led to a very miserable life and I took it out on the very special ones in my sad miserable life, who later just gave up on me and left. So, now for the rest of my regrettable pitiful life, I must try to cope with the lost feeling that one encounters with no more loving company from anyone ever again. I can NEVER in my entire life, acquire any more of this particular relationship. As we live and learn, we in turn struggle nearly every day of our lives, while we also sometimes live a very difficult and way beyond too painful life as we learn our own lessons in life. My lesson, in particular, was the most important and also the most painful of my life since I no longer have anyone to love and care for. I just must try my best to move on now and pray and hope that I will be reconnected someday.

How long will it take for man to crumble? Unfortunately, if we stay on our present course, it could be sooner rather than later. If this happens we will all definitely perish and CRUMBLE to mass extinction. We must tap into all of our inner strength together to avoid this at all costs. Even though we all have our differences, let's put them aside, because, Why can't we all work together to help all of society together as a whole? The fundamental reason for man to crumble, is that we all are out for ourselves exclusively. Instead of thinking like bees or ants, with our animalistic instincts, and working together for a common cause, we instead think with our own selfish needs and fend for ourselves, instead of society as a whole. So, which species is actually more advanced? It appears to me the bees or ants are. You know the difference between fighting one lonely bee to a whole swarm? There is safety in numbers. What number is the most safe? 6, 60, 600, or a scary 6000? When entities are working together as a single cohesive unit, they become invincible this way, and then they will triumph over any antagonist. It is like when I learned an army of ants is capable of defeating a running horse! It gave me the proper perspective of the intense power of "safety in numbers" But is it really human nature to sacrifice ourselves for the safety of all mankind? OR maybe I should ask.... Is it within our souls to work together in massive groups? Get fucking serious, will you? The only humans on earth who are aware of the numerical concept, are the 1% of this entire world's population, who are actually working together and controlling the other 99% of us all. WTF even knows if this is really true, because that's the same as me relocating to a large city, and everyone would listen to my every command. At least to me, I can't even comprehend this, let alone fathom it. I can't even imagine how it would ever even come to fruition. While you let that sink in, I will get back to this working together concept that NO one will ever comprehend or accomplish. At this point in time, I can't even get a mask for free, even if I wanted one!! However, I am not in the habit of sending false messages like these. While we are on the subject of masks, I just have to relay last night's lovely ordeal. I phone ordered food from a small restaurant/bar, and that makes sense, where else would you order food from? So, keep in mind, where I ordered FOOD from. I arrived to quickly grab my order and then,,,,,? Yes, leave!! So, I would be in there NO MORE than 5 minutes! A simple IN/OUT! So just as I entered, some dumb bitch required me to wear one of those popular muzzles that seems to be the latest trend. Now, again keeping in mind my location, what activity is performed at this location? Lets check to see if you are still with me. Put it ALL together: In and out, like in a flash Eating and drinking is done here She is commanding me to wear a muzzle, which is worn over........? the same orifice that is utilized for the very purpose of which this place is in business. So once again, like usual, I am beyond perplexed, ok? First, I'm going to be gone in like 5 minutes, from an eating & drinking establishment, which requires me to wear a muzzle over the only opening in my body that I am aware of that eating is done through. So here's my million $$$$ question, Just HTF, am I going to eat or drink with my mouth that is required to be covered? And as I exited right away, I believe I saw some sitting at the bar who were NOT wearing muzzles. Do you now see my total confusion? Is it "safety" or is it really about CONTROL? So as you contemplate the completely impossible answer, let's move on. Wake up and smell the coffee, SHEEPLE!! I guess you are going to try and say that I will catch (or is it give?)...a deadly lethal virus in a matter of minutes with NO one coughing! Oh, and I should mention that I can't GIVE what I DON'T HAVE!! I just absolutely adore these places that require a muzzle but then for some reason they DON'T provide one. So let me explain, If YOU REQUIRE ME to wear anything, you had better goddamn well provide it! This is EXACTLY what I mean when I say we will NEVER EVER work TOGETHER!! If there was anyone in this world that gave a fucking shit, masks AND muzzles would be passed out hand over foot! Currently, the govt mandates these ridiculous muzzles we are forced to wear, but I myself have been to several govt properties, that require me to wear one, but of course, they're NOT provided! Surprised? That seems like a thoughtful, caring, giving govt that is looking out for its citizens. On the OTHER foot, I'm really sure that...... These are the VERY SAME sick bastards that took many reprehensible actions against us. Just look.... I have even heard that this is just the very 1st step to their ultimate plan for us all. So I am at a crossroads or maybe a fork in the road, One side: Those of us that enjoy freedom and free will (ability to be adults and make decisions). These are those who say this whole FFF (Fake Fucking Fiasco) is our "honest" government totally controlling us. Other side: YOU SHEEPLE! Those of you who love to obey anything and everything you are told or ordered to do AND are incapable of decision making abilities. Oh, and you also love to wear muzzles. So, all you SHEEPLE should join the MASKHOLES, Do YOU feel that we work together in any way shape or form? As you ponder that obvious question to which we ALL know the proper answer, let's reinforce it with 2 more. If I may inquire, when your neighbor and others were hoarding toilet paper and food, did they offer you any? Or have you done anything for them or offered anything of yours? I should be much more positive and optimistic, and say that at least our supreme above the law potentate is FINALLY "out of there" so now we will see just how well the new one does when he is sworn in. My question is, was this a man made biological agent used to control the population, or a legitimate virus that is starting to crumble our society? Hmm, well it just depends on if you are a conspiracy theorist, or in the alternative, a happy oblivious SHEEPLE. Hey, SHEEPLE!! If you have even the slightest capability to somehow think at all, then start RIGHT NOW!!! Now if you actually have that free will that I mentioned, then this whole fiasco, is a PlANDEMIC! It is very uplifting that the whole election fiasco is finally over. I'm glad that racist prejudiced buffoon POTUS Trumpovich is DONE! He really enraged me when he went above and beyond by calling all fallen soldiers BOTH losers AND suckers You got what you deserved trumpovich! It looks like there is a tad of justice, for a change anyway. My query is simply this... ...Is there any way at all in this world that we all can unite in peace & harmony and try looking out for our fellow humans, instead of only worrying about our greedy selves and constantly working against each other? If we all worried more about us all together, then society would stand a chance, instead of crumbling. It is my intention to deliver a powerful thought provoking message. Is it getting through? Are you going to listen?... or ignore me? FUCK NO!!! I guess you are going to ignore me, because there is NO chance in HELL or EARTH, that we are EVER going to work together for our mutual benefit in our entire existence. As I mentioned, people will NOT even give you a mask to save our very own species! Be sure to enjoy our new flag.... I look forward to your comments to express your feelings about this very frightening rival to all of us. I have great respect to those that say what they honestly feel, as I do just that. We are all entitled to our opinions, what are yours?