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Thanksgiving
First off let me apologize for taking such a huge break. I would say I was busy but that's a total lie. It was more like laziness and a lack of anything interesting to write about. My time in Philly was mostly spent sitting on a couch in the green room playing games on my phone and swatting away 50+ year old roid-heads at the gay gym by the theater so other than a couple of drunken hook-ups (including the night before I came back to NYC) it was fairly uneventful in blog terms. I mean, when your tricks get nicknames like "Hair Plugs" and "Scrappy-Doo" it doesn't really leave me with much to write about. But Thanksgiving, however, was now officially the first day I got fucked AND fired in the same day. Not too shabby if I do say so myself. :)
By [email protected]6 years ago in Filthy
Halloween
Since I was a little kid my favorite holiday has always been Halloween. Don't get me wrong, Christmas was always pretty spectacular as far as presents and food is concerned, but this little faggot finally getting to dress up and get away with it one day a year... bitch please, you can't beat that shit. Even when I was little I refused to do any costume unless it was full-out! When I was so young that I can barely remember I ripped my plastic Gumbie costume on the 3rd or 4th house we went to and I spent the rest of the night crying because the integrity of the shiny green plastic costume from K-mart was ruined. In the third grade I went as Uncle Fester because the Adams Family movie was so hot at the time and I was smart enough not to go as Wednesday, but I got mad at my mom for not letting me shave my head and making me wear pantyhose instead... but she could only find the double-leg hose so I looked like I had Wednesday pig-tails anyway.
By [email protected]6 years ago in Filthy
The Great Outdoors
Holding hands, the two young women made their way to the park. Yuzuko couldn’t believe her eyes; not a person in sight. On a glorious day like this, why was it so desserted, Yuzuko asked herself feeling tingling sensations between her legs. She had always been a woman with pride. Her black wavy hair touched her shoulders, her floral dress brought her petite figure to life. Her beige leather handbag looked twice her weight. She lived her life as the ‘It’ girl, the one who had it all. Of all the treasures she had from a priviliged upbringing, Sakura was by her her favourite treasure in the universe.
By Chloe Gilholy6 years ago in Filthy
Never Say, " Never!"
His/Her's Angel Umi's smile was so infectious, I had seen it several times through comment/ pic posts within the group. This semi-private Facebook group for local lesbians was a random place of interest for my Facebook browsing. I rather meet the old traditional way like a low-key bar for gays. The little tucked in bars or places well known for its openly gay section. Oh, how I miss Chicago’s Boystown; home to one of the largest LGBT communities in the Midwest. Boystown gets its namesake for catering to gay men but it is for all that take pride in the Rainbow Love. Chicago's pride outstands, Austin's 4th and Rain party scene on any given day. "Austin doesn't have or never had a true “gayborhood,” defined as a district with high members of LGBTQ residents, businesses and street life. Austin is so vanilla in many ways compared to Chicago. However it is quite obvious melanated people are shifted to the hole in the wall bars and clubs in the roughest areas in the city. For the most part "We" don't care because it is a place to be free, cheery and gay AF.
By Bree Z Love6 years ago in Filthy
Dating a College Jock...When You are 42 (Part 5)
We woke up late Saturday morning. I had already become quite fond of Pablo's childlike behaviors in the morning. As he woke up, he would reach over to me and tell me what he wanted in one word. It wasn't a kiss or conversation or even morning head - no - this feisty Colombian started every morning by telling me he wanted "desayuno" (breakfast)- and I noticed upon waking up he would either say this one word in the tone of an excited kid at Christmas - or a plaintive kid who was being denied his favorite toy. Either way, it was always charming and the thought of the breakfast buffet in the lobby filled him with a passionate energy - so he hopped out of bed, threw on shorts and a t-shirt and looked me expectantly.
By Eric Machine6 years ago in Filthy
The Harrington Brothers
Brenton His body is flawless. Everything I desire in a man, is right in front of me. From deep within me I want this. I watch him as he stands there in his glory; the length of his manhood is 10 inches. He is all the man I need. He is my Mr. Perfect. His height, his built, my God what a man. Excitement races through me as I watch him remove his shirt. His large shoulders and rock hard abs, his smile is to die for. Passion is in his eyes. He wants me. I want him, no I need him. I feel my member growing between my legs. His frame matches mine, I am ready but I long for more. I want to make love to his soul, I want all of him. Sexy must be his name. He licks his lips, and slides his hands over his chest. My heart beats faster, as he walks slowly over to me, biting his bottom lip. His eyes are low, as he watches me ease to my knees. I am ready to serve him.
By Jacquice Carter6 years ago in Filthy
