Well, I wasn't going to learn how to read or write from gangsters. 16-May-2024

How can you be yourself if you have to change what nature made you? 23-Feb-2023

500 years later. Unbelievable. That's exactly what ends up happenening. 14-Jan-2022

Even though celebrities cause 75% of climate change they keep shoving their children in our faces because their pact with the devil requires it. Pedos need candy and it's supply and demand. Cha-ching. #1 album. A child gets brutally fucked, climate change gets worst and poor people have to fix it? 26-Dec-2021

I came out to my mother when I was 17 years old and no longer residing in her household. I didn't expect a good reaction so I called her on a public phone and announced it to her. She cried, became quiet and told me she suspected it but that she loved me, no matter what. I didn't have to lie to mother anymore. It was freeing. I visited her a few days later. She had time to absorb and ponder having a gay son. She cried again, I asked why and she said because being gay meant I was destined for a miserable life. That's impossible, it was such an overwhelming feeling to be me. I had to prove her wrong. She asserted conditions for my new identity: no meeting of "my men," I must continue to have a masculine presence, especially around family and don't get sick. I ignored her, introduced her to every one, told as much of the family as I could bear and kept my masculinity in check.

My mother recently confided to me that she used to receive dick pics from my croc daddy in the US mail while I was living with him. I thought, he might have done it as revenge for my unwillingness to absorb giant dick pain and or tricking him into being a gay bottom. When I took him to Gay Pride he cried because he thought I mistook him for one of those. He was straight. His shit was no joke but he was. A child molester was my educator and entrance into the gay world. I also figured my mother and I were even. Her boyfriend tried to brutally rape me. Mother's boyfriend was two years older than me, my croc daddy was 55. Our boyfriends shared the same culture, understood the nuances that make people vulnerable, and always seemed to be creepily plotting something sexual for us. Neither man represented our community. They were perverts sidling up to mommies so they could play with their children. (Now I know why she tried to cut him out of my photo albums.) I understand her comments and I realized her concern. My gay education came from perverts. The community hates itself more than the media loves it. Clicks work for a minute, the families we create are fake and we all die alone. We need less "Boys In The Band" depression and more gay reality awareness so we can come up with better coping mechanisms. Not smile at weirdos taking advantage of us because of politically correct etiquette.

I apologized to my mother. My croc stalked me, stole from us, used me, beat me up, tied me up and raped me. Afterwards, he thought of not releasing me because he was afraid I would kill him. You bet your life! But I had no choice, I begged for my life, stroked the psycho's ego and he loosened one arm while he Soniced out of the apt. I was stalked by my ex, my mother was stalked by her ex and I was stalked by both exes. I spent a lifetime trying to prove mother's sentiment wrong but in the end, she was right.

(Pic of my daddy croak included. Mother destroyed my croak dic picks but y'all can ask mother if she kept her copy.) 26-Oct-2020

We are getting very close to becoming the burp nation. 04-Nov-2019

I spent a lifetime changing to accommodate others, yet, they all remained the same. 06-Jun-2019

Nature relies on co-dependency while humanity insinuates it's a mental risk. 09-May-2019

I lost 15 lbs. on the California spoiled food diet. 01-Feb-2019

Do you think that if we had stuck with grandma's diet that we would have become immune to poison? 17-Dec-2018

Sometimes we appropriate because we love. 11-Jul-2018

Allow kids to eat everything so they can be considered survivors in a future tragedy. (Tasting not gorging.) 13-Jun-2018