Tejun

the best thing ever! EVER!

That was beautiful ashessnow

I didn't state any conspiracy theory. I stated facts. Facts in honor of the dead. All over the world.

The first time a steel frame building ever collapsed due to fire happened that day, Three times. Before this a dozen major fires, some burning for over a day, never once resulted in collapse. I am not a conspiracy theorist. I am just stating a simple fact. oh and this picture. lol

Every time someone comes out they suffer and they are rewarded. Each comes in varying degrees for every individual. I live in a small town(not from a small town) my boyfriend was in the closet for a year and a half and he had all of these reasons why not to come out. Then I took him to San Diego and he saw a real gay community and went to his first gay clubs. HaHa in less than a week he came out. Nothing had changed, none of his 'fears' were less valid. He had just witnessed an entire community where people like us were not afraid. He saw us being celebrated. It was pretty awesome to watch.

This site has changed my life because now I check it and watch it and read in it. I am not sure how much time I spend logged into this site, but it is way more than before I found it. It is fun to see people like I use to be, young and writing with the speed of youth and the fury of purpose. My writing has morphed and evolved over 33 years, but it is still me. We are all changing always moving, like water and somehow my stream has brought me here with all of you, to mingle our waters...sounded weird lol... anyways I am very happy to be here, thank you to the creators and managers of such a site, but most of all thank you to the contributes because without you, there would be a void here with wind blowing through empty forums and dusty posts... peace.

Yes! One hundred percent correct. I remember the day I said to myself, You are a man now. It felt awesome.

Oh his issues were many. But he was super hot and super spoiled, he wasn't lacking 'things', or 'friends', but he had the horrible habit of sleeping with countless people like himself, so he never found love or real lasting friendship. Becoming a quarter of a century in age was his catalyst. Moral to that story was don't sell your soul trying to remain a boi. It is physically impossible to do so and there was a time when being a man was what all boys dreamed of. p.s. X and Meth played a role lol

Despite the vampire thing, I love what you have written here. The way you question, while illustrating a story, is unique and sets you above other writers. Know this. The story teller is valuable, but the story teller who can instruct and question the reader's soul, subtly, is rare.

I vote for: the age will change as your age changes until you reach a certain point. So if you are 'young' in the eyes of an 'old' person, your vote shouldn't count. LoL just a joke. Seriously though, when I was 18 interested in guys around my age. No part of me was willing or even wanted to look at something more than three years older. As I ascended the rungs of age year by year I was forced to allow for an age adjustment. When my age limit at one time was 25, and then I became 25, well needless to say I did not turn down guys my own age(girls to). Now at 33 I see myself considering and being with guys who were once atrocious scary trolls. I almost regret my age hang ups from the past. I am sure I would have been happier with a man than the 'bois' I chose to couple with. Hence the biggest cancer I see in our 'gay' culture. Beauty, is ok. Truth, Freedom, Beauty and Love... Bohemian Ideals. But youth is not included in the Bohemian Ideals. I laugh from my aged perch as I see what I must of looked like, man/bois with receding hairlines and growing guts, still acting like bois, clinging to the image that can only be held by bois. So with this in mind, I will set the age limit, for when you should start consider being a Man, 21. The age you can ACT like a boi and still get by, 26. After that it is pathetic and almost disturbing. I see youth as a point in time where you can do inanely stupid crap and it is considered ok, or even cute simply because you are young, and we are a creature that learns, and some things take time to learn. Youth is a time to consider yourself different, and to hold high high idealistic and beautiful views on the nature of the universe and humanity. The end of youth is when you realize certain things the first of many being; you are in a monkey suit and it has an expiration date. The second being; one day you will be old. Accepting this by not being a bitch about it.(had a friend kill himself over turning 25). The third and final is; realizing the gifts you have at your young and tender ages, will pale in comparison to the gifts you will one day be able to give the world. Mainly I am talking to myself here as I enter my 33rd year on earth, so don't think I am directing any of this at any specific person... I write stuff like this a lot, reflections, diatribes. I call them Bla, bla's. Usually i don't put them in forums but this forum fit my writing mood and this is the result.

Xtube lol

This is historically accurate... :-) my introduction A little history first, a poem born to fill curiositys thirst. I have not always been a fishermen, At twenty-eight years old I have been many men. First and foremost I am a cowboy A rope and a pony were my first toys. Horses and cows were a daily part Amongst other aspects of the cowboy art. Wandering in mountains with wise old men, Trailing a herd, getting snowed in, this was my youth, my roots. Standing atop mountains with my horse watching sunsets was par for the course. By fifteen I had been bucked off, stomped and kicked, had my leg crushed in the town of Madras. I chased a Buffalo on horseback, at a dead run like Plains Indian, and before the day was over, I did it again! Whooo! When I was eighteen I had a career shift, Instead of a cow herder I became a cow murderer. Killing and bleeding, Killing and gutting, killing and cutting, killing and slicing, killing and sometimes crying. Covered in my old friends red mist, I shackled their twitching legs to a hydraulic lift. Dont judge this blood soaked monkey, Every dead cow went to fill your tummys.(pause and look) (pat tummy) Then one day in tears I left my knives on the floor and began my career as a corporate whore. I moved to the city and donned a tie and slacks, shoved into a cube like chickens in a laying rack. My life went from saying Haa yup, and Hey Cow to How may I help you sir? How would you like to pay for that? Needless to say I grew quite nauseous, unable to figure out how to be ok with this process, I longed for open spaces and honest faces. In a cubical maze the only thing I found were ass-kissing, ladder climbing rats and soulless punks with supervisor hats. I thought I was doing the right thing, but all I was doing was dying, like a wild shark in a water park, I climbed to the top of a parking garage and longed to jump into the concrete mirage. Needless to say that wouldnt have been profitable, so the corporation locked me up in a mental hospital. After a time I was charged a fee and they finally set me free, I descended right past the office buildings onto the street and I began to sell myself like piece of meat. Then came the drugs, ecstasy, meth, heroin and coke, slowly compounding until my blood was replaced with dope. Marauding around weighing 128 pounds, treacherous as a pirate and higher than any test pilot, I became something I have been every since those on the street bestowed me the title of Faggot Prince. Dont be sad, I am not, this was a turning point, a necessary evil, allowing for a poet and author to emerge from this walking devil. Amidst my frantic highs I started writing about the signs words became my toys and joys, I was pretty damn good with a pen and a paper, so I left my career as a drug-dealing stripper. With new purpose, walking from the streets I made it to the beach and alas floating on the water I found sanity within reach. Each day I gladly leave you all here, without the slightest bit of longing or fear. Instead of drugs, the ocean and the sun give me my inspirations, and when I come back I write it down into a neat little presentations. Fishing for money and writing for fun, submitting to publishers and reading between crabbing runs, this Faggot Fisherman Prince is becoming something that the world has never seen, and my friends this right here is only beginning. Tejun

I am new here. this site seems pretty neato