Y_B

The mindset of Methodwriter: I'm so old.

Well done, flawless, perfect, big bag of yesness.

not what i meant...

You could always volunteer to quit and save someone else their job Anyways, over 200 busy bees were set free just this past Thursday at my mom's office when their entire department got outsourced to India or some shit. I'm not at the position where I could live with myself if I had the authority to executive lay offs that could put thousands of people out of work and practiced it.

The urinal cakes in the office restrooms have his face on them. Does that count?

If he wasn't cute, I don't care.

Oh Ima need me some of that...got a date with Jamal tonight

All I do is nguyen nguyen nguyen no matta what ...guess not

You're a kind man Andrew_Q_Gord_On, and I love you with the burning hot intensity of a thousand kitchen stoves Copyright © 2012 Y_B, All Rights Reserved.

I'm dealing with doggie hyperactivity. Wanna trade?

*Googles Bing to see what it is*

Remember also, those who can't teach, teach gym.

Prince or not, he's still a young man in his 20s. Let the guy have a little fun, and it's not as if it was a public display of indecency, but for sure, he coulda used a bit more of his head, the big one. In any case, you go Harry, smash that bitch!

Am I the only one disappointed that there weren't...well...more picture?

I remember this one distinctly, this creeped me and my roommates out. My last year in school I lived with 2 other guys in an apartment, they shared a bedroom and I had my own. It was during the week, school night, normal, chill, nothing out of the ordinary, I went to bed, blah blah but at 3 or 4 in the morning, I distinctly got woken up by the sound of their doors opening, closing, footsteps in the hall and then the front door open and close...i was like...wheeere the fck is this guy going at 4 in the morning? and it was unmistakable what I heard cuz I've heard the same doors being opened and closed hundreds of times. Sooo the next day, I casually brought it up, it wasn't a big deal, i was just like "did one of you leave last night? where were you going at 4 in the morning?" They just looked at me with blank faces and was like "wtf are you talking about...we didn't go anywhere"....so I was just like huh guess I must have dreamt it and told them I thought I woke up to the sound of them leaving...they just looked at me with a weird face and was like "that wasn't you?... cuz we thought you left cuz we heard you walk out..." and they weren't messing with me. We lived on the 5th floor so the only way into our apartment was thru the front door with a card key that only the 3 of us had. And we would have heard someone come in, but all we heard was someone leaving and it wasn't even rushed, it was non-chalant and casual walk-out speed...so i doubt someone was actually in our apartment without us knowing. The other strange part was that I clearly heard their bedroom door open when they claim to clearly have heard mine, and there wasn't another door in our apartment except for ones in the kitchen, but that's in a totally different direction. It was just a total mindfuck and we couldn't figure it out.

R'gardless of the Kansey Scayle, I thank Ashi's age is already 'proaching him to non-sexual

ABOUT 1. near in time, number, degree, etc.; approximately: It's aboutfive miles from here. 2. nearly; almost: Dinner is about ready. 3. nearby; not far off: He is somewhere about. 4. on every side; in every direction; around: Look about and seeif you can find it. 5. halfway around; in the opposite direction: to turn a car about.

I'm about a Kinsey 5.1259....atm.

I feel like the gay community puts too much pressure and emphasis on the idea of coming out and how it will make your life a whole lot better. People can be happy with who they are and their lives without having to admit they are gay to everyone around them. It's definitely a case-by-case do-it-at-your-own-pace thing. The most common retort out there is that your friends and family will never know the real you unless you out yourself. My response is - they do know the real me. They know what my values are, they know my intelligence, my wit, what I've done in the past and who I aspire to be, all of which define me infinitely more than who I jump in bed with. Not that I'm saying it totally a non-issue, because it is the entire structure behind my love and sex life...but as Zac Brown Band song goes - "I ain't in no hurry, I'd be a fool now to worry, about all those thing I can't change" Cheesy ain't it?

There wasn't any deep motive or reason that I shared this. I came across the post on the Huffington Post, thought "this is cool" and decided to share it. With that said, my personal feeling on the matter of coming out, acceptance, and whatnot is separate from this thread and I'm not sure how much there is to talk about because it's pretty simple actually - I don't think about it. I'm not aching to come out of the closet nor do I feel any sort of lingering distress over the matter of acceptance. I've always somehow managed to live my life as-is and fortunately had been spared much drama and grief. I enjoy being on the DL and it's almost thrilling in a way. My dad's for sure not going to write a letter like this if I come out, but it's cool. I love him anyways. When circumstances in my life calls for some drastic changes, I'll re-evaluate things then. Right now, there is no reason to clutter my mind with unnecessary stress and theories. I'm totally one of those cross-that-bridge-when-I-get-there guys.

There's something rather nice about dads being supportive of gay sons, as opposed to moms who go out and join PFLAG or whatever which is a total cliche. I like the idea of dads being supportive calmly and moderately. I think to Burt Hummel from Glee. Rainbow moms who act like their son being gay is the best thing to ever happen to them annoy me.

Honestly, I just think he's farting.

There is a difference between unconditionally loving someone and letting that person do/be whatever. Kids aren't born as complete people, so there's not much there to accept, except for the fact that your son/daughter has a cleaner slate than most. The bigger challenge for parents, in my impression, isn't just to try to accept their kids for who they are but to decide what and how much guidance is appropriate for things that are malleable. Obviously sexuality isn't malleable, at least not in ways of turning someone gay or straight if they aren't, so that's something best left unchallenged. As for the rest, I'm sure every parent differs in their idea of what it means to be a good mom/dad. In any case, no kid will ever grow up exactly as planned.