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I fucked my nemesis. He was a muscular churro with an angry attitude, grey eyes, boyish youth and he hated me. He thought I bumped into what he liked because I wanted to steal it. It became competitive. He stole more often than I but I think he thought I stole better (what he most wanted.) There's no such thing.
Club time. Hanging out with friends, fucked up with slim pickings on the horny horizon... my nemesis asks me to dance. Sure. He was hot and I was on fire so why not? Let's put hate behind us. We danced all the way into my bedroom. I was going to "hate fuck" my nemesis. Woohoo! He goes "really?" and pulls out a mountain climbing rock. Oh fuck. That's not how I figured it. There was no argument. Man with the best hand wins. Yes, my nemesis was going to fuck me and I was going to experience some hate. Every thrust was hateful. I locked him out as many times as my "asshole" would allow just to make it difficult. Dude penetrated every time. The explosion was massive for both of us. My clouds parted as soon as he bared his soul to me and I came. Fuck!
Morning. My friends thought it would be cute to invade my space by inviting themselves to a non-existent breakfast. They came to defraud him. He had conquered plenty of their conquests and they wanted revenge. They were witches. I tried to stop them but there were too many voices. "He's not what we thought, guys." They showed "before and after pictures" like he was on trial, made him take out his contact lenses, show his plugs, admit to surgery, his age and his identity. The beautiful boy, disrobed, destroyed, humiliated and defrauded. He hated me because I was a real boy. He left punished and I never saw or heard of him again. What the fuck? When he showed me his soul, I saw mine too. My friends sucked. Squirt. 19-Apr-2021
One of my exes was a twin with an elder that came out gay at different times in their lives. Historic. Mother was a hard woman with a warm heart. Daddy demurred with kind eyes and macho swagger. They were guido-jew fabulous and emotionally florid. My relationship with the family evolved. Rough and misunderstood initiations matured into love and sympathy. I became family.
My boyfriend's twin was straight during my integration. I guarded myself and respected his boundaries, we never said more than " hi, bye" even when he kept coming into the kitchen with his shirt off to distract us. Every time I visited, he strolled in like James Dean looking for soda while his mother screamed, "put a shirt on! We have guests!"
The twins were fraternal. His brother was Mercury godlike whilst my boyfriend was made at the Chucky factory (he was nuts! but I loved him. No wonder he was forever angry. Funny as fuck, though.) Anyway, we broke up and became close friends for many years. I never met the older brother because my ex thought he would steal me away. From myself? "But we're just friends." "Don't matter, I know him, you're his type. Forget about it." I did. In 30 years I've never met his eldest brother.
I saw pictures of his brother and spoke to him on the phone. Once again, he was cuter than Chucky but not as beautiful as the twin from another father. Wasted sweat on my ex's part.
My friend was dealing with our breakup by clinging to relationships that were unkind to his sensitivity. Straight twin confessed to letting my ex's Puerto Rican captive suck him off. They would drive my ex to therapy so he could repair his failing marriage whilst the brother and lover went at it in the car. I did not see that coming. It triggered 5 years of frustrating drunk friend retreads about how the love of his life sucked the cum out of his stupid brother. After failed ideations proved unrealistic, Mercury came out to everyone. 10 years later. He was the last brother to come out. The parents gave up their influence on all of their boys and dealt with what was determined. I admired them for that.
Years after coming out a "dashing squishier twin" and I finally had a conversation during a 30 Something Lifetime reunion. Yes, the walk through the kitchen was flirting. No, I thought he was straight. Definitely, we both wanted to. Why didn't either of us make a move? Because my/your brother would have killed us! We laughed nervously as Chucky glared at us. 27-Mar-2021
I did get Blackula staked. I set him up with one of my horniest friends. The one that talks smack about having and getting the best skills. After the date. "How'd it go.""Nope, once was enough." I kept setting him up with slut after slut and they kept coming back with the same refrain. One couldn't go to the bathroom for weeks, some refused because it's rough on a nightshift and others didn't bother. Eventually, I either hooked him up with a good one or he found his own way to one. A legal one of course. 17-Nov-2020
The biggest dick I ever took claimed to be 18 1/2 inches. Chatroom talk lead to curiosity which lent me an address so I can knock on his door. I had no intention of getting fucked even though he announced that that was his preference. If it was true I wanted to see it, touch it and get off. Curiosity and boredom. He gave me a tour of a shrine he dedicated to his ex lover who held the record for severe hole damage and the most diaper changes. No man could handle him like his ex, not even a woman. Yippee for the dumb Colombian kid but I just wanted to see it so I could go home and jerk off to it or whatever. The size he described was impossible, I wanted to prove him wrong, pity him and maybe let him have at it with his regular sized dick. Even though I didn't measure it, It sure as hell looked like the dimensions he was so fond of describing. He whispered softly to me that if I let him in, he would be gentle and use a kit. The kit consisted of a lot of lube, straws with no holes and an ass stretching contraption made of plastic. I was going to be Lego fucked. I acquiesced as a kindly gay desperado but warned that any pinching and he'd have to pull out. He prepped me, began insertion and started to break-in when he hit the motherload and I panicked. Oh shit! He found a top's bottom glory. When you stop keegling and he goes in and hits the nono spot, he's going to fall in in love. Good for him but I thought our date would be about Frankstein and his monster not Blackula with his. It was an anatomy lesson I never forgot. How proud men are of a ginormous penis no one can take, except the sad little twink that ends up with a sloppy, drooping asshole and loss of sensation. I actually told him he should be straight. The thought of a little twink being wrecked for four years disabled me. The idea hurt me more than the actuality so I made him pull out, he nicely obliged and I left. I was still a slut with some dignity intact. It might not exactly have been 18 1/2" but it sure felt like it. Everywhere I went for six moths there he was. Looking at me intently and shredding me with his eyes. "You know I hit the spot, surrender to it you fucking cunt" he would beckon. Blackula lived to torture my ass. 16-Nov-2020
An effect of sexual abuse is that you inherit a victim's persona even if you've surpassed it and predator abusive comprehension. The survivors are damaged goods pretending to blend into a world that's flashed forward around you. Our vulnerabilities succumb to the first clever wolf that help incorporate us into the new world so that we fit in and hate it. To cope, we become the victims they are. They are our daddy saviors. We think that the next one will fix what the other one did because this one is different. At least half of my LTRs were straight men with penchant for wee ones. They were not in denial about their sexuality they were just hiding. I happened to hit the jackpot.
My mother finished ex violence with more violence. The end to my abuse was to sucker punch the croc in the middle of Manhattan for stalking me at work and every where else. He fell down as a grandmother yelled "yeah, punch that old motherfucker!" She didn't even know our business. Everyone surrounded me to make sure I was all right and he ran off bloodied and embarrassed. MY mother and I never saw our stalkers again, my mother's broken bones and heart healed, her ex's bones got WWF broken and I moved back to my mother's house. I re-encountered my mother's ex, riding on an unlighted subway car after work. I wasn't sure until we descended from the tunnels and out into outdoor light. It was him, he had healed and was seething. His eyes bore through me and I felt a chill and a scent. Every flicker of light cast a Hitchcock shadow as I froze for fuck's sake. I had beat him once but it was a tough battle. Illegal drugs made him Hulkean. Even lesbian cop kickassers couldn't bring him down. He stared eerily at me through the longest ride of my life. (I will not bore you with rest.) 27-Oct-2020
The cure for fires is to cement everything. Fuck nature and its pretty little flowers that attracts women and environmental infestations. We preserve the necessary and digress from planting sequoia seeds in a trailer park. We're too stupid to be The Jetsons so we become "The Flintstones." We only light up when necessary. I know it works. It got us here. 19-Sep-2020
He who is unable to live in society, or who has no need because he is sufficient for himself, must be either a beast or a god.
A lot of life's answers are in the past. We could have estimated a lot more had we stopped rebooting. 16-Aug-2020
The stereotype we run from is our family. 24-Jun-2020
When you destroy the history that defines you
and the country you reside in
you are negating your ancestor's sweat and accomplishments, suffering and heroism
It won't free you of hurt
It won't grant empathy from the masses
the scars will remain for all to resolve
along with the endless fight
and when future people ask why
they won't understand
because there will be little proof
hostilities will be judged on how races act in the present
I hope new history doesn't include the word asshole in it. 24-Jun-2020
All art will be extinguished by the power of the present. 15-Jun-2020
I'm a centirion and in my new world, past failed rules that never meshed with our past are vehemently enforced in my present. The new policies have made me repeat my history, as well as others that I didn't care to visit. Life really is a set of shampoo instructions. It also means the cycle is infinite, with little progressive answers. It will revive us, as it sees fit and we'll relive it until we summate it or destroy it. Earth. 12-May-2020
We spend the entire present disproving the sustainability of the previous generation and replacing it with new discoveries that a future nation will disprove. 19-Aug-2019
But I want you to realize that the head of every man is Christ, and the head of the woman is man, and the head of Christ is God.
Every man who prays or prophesies with his head covered dishonors his head.
But every woman who prays or prophesies with her head uncovered dishonors her head — it is the same as having her head shaved.
If a woman does not cover her head, she might as well have her hair cut off; but if it is a disgrace for a woman to have her hair cut off or her head shaved, then she should cover her head.
A man ought not cover his head, since he is in the image and the glory of God; but woman is the glory of man.
For man did not come from woman, but woman from man.
Neither was man created for women, but women for man.
We can either accept it or abolish it but we can't change what God wrote. 17-Aug-2019
Do you think that if we had stuck with grandma's diet that we would have become immune to poison? 17-Dec-2018
It taught me that war has many voices. 15-Oct-2018
If I needed more information than a program could provide, I read the book. 14-Oct-2018
My cartoons were my respite from reverberations associated with abuse. Still are. 11-Oct-2018
It helped push me out my bubble. 11-Oct-2018
I learned how to tie a necktie for my first job interview by watching JR Ewing tie his own...and I got the job. 10-Oct-2018
I learned I wasn't alone. 10-Oct-2018
I found its world kind. 10-Oct-2018
I travelled. 10-Oct-2018
It informed me that what my mother was doing to us wasn't a punishment but abuse. Thank you Phil (Donahue.) 09-Oct-2018
It's where I met a good mother. Thanks Mrs. Brady. 09-Oct-2018
TV was my mother. 08-Oct-2018