MrM

Your case I can understand, Carlos. You are what I'm used to. Its the ones like what PBax mentions who were clean shaven just a few months ago and now suddenly they are Bears except they aren't Bears. Personally, I stay clean shaven and prefer to manscape a bit because I'm something of an aging pretty boy. But I don't like the 'bare down there deal'. That just feels weird to me.

I explained my Coming Out with this song:

Around here in Hillcrest beards have always been present among gay guys, but they generally mean they are a Bear or a Wolf. Cubs too for the younger ones. It sort of defined the kind of guy you were into and advertised it. They also were kind of necessary for going to the mostly Bear bars in the area. Now...I'm just confused as they seem to be everywhere.

I see ratty ones. I see nicely trimmed ones. The ones I don't get at all are the long rabbi ones. Football Players, Rock and Pop performers, actors. All look like rabbis! LOL!!

I am perplexed. Last year I started seeing bearded men all over the place. Also, 9 out of 10 new music acts I see have someone in them looking like a Rabbi. Please explain this to MrM. He will appreciate it. Theeenk Yeeew!

I sit atop the bluff...the world paints itself by the Great Spirit's sand in every purple, every gold, and every blue. The Sun goes to bed...his eye shades in the tight woven carpet of night's heavy lid of indigo blue. The coyote sings his lonely song. Tells his man-friends: 'I'm hungry. You are sleeping. Time to eat. Thank you for the deer. Tomorrow, I will take the rattle snake from your boy's walking path.'

Actually, this is basically the heart of Psychoanalysis. It is probably one of the most useful tools to come from Freud. Other hypotheses he had about things did not proove out, but his insistance that a lot of mental disturbance roots in experiences 'not confronted and accepted' is absolutely valid. Most good Therapists still make use of this Dirt Digging so that these infected memories can be expressed, exposed, and cleansed. My Therapist did this for me with a number of issues including accepting my sexuality finally after 35 years and undoing the years of guilt conditioning that I had lived with and had been keeping me from fully living my life. Reading the stories here is affirming to me. I validates my experiences. I no longer feel 'queer'. My expereinces, as sad as they were at times, were very common. But you'd never know it unless you had others of our 'kind' to express themselves about it like in stories and forum entries!

I kind of lucked out on my first story I read here. The whole thing caught me and sent me on this emotional roller coaster because one of the main characters was me at that age almost to a T. The story was Comsie's Billy Chase Chronicle. The Brandon character is, well...he was me at 15. He is so much like me at that age that I'm actually doing a writing exercise where I am responding with Brandon's side of that story. As I write to fit with Comsie's narrative as Billy, it becomes eerily autobiographical. The shyness, the fear, the overwhelming emotion, the agony of betrayal, the grudge. Themes that we can all relate to, to be sure, but framed in this way, its like Comsie pulled my young self and cast him in his story almost bodily. I vicerally felt Brandon's anger and betrayal when Billy did what did. I seriously became grief-stricken! I'll leave the details to the few that may not have read this incredible story. I probably won't be able to release my response as Brandon here since I haven't been able to talk with Comsie about it, but I've found that this writing exercise has exorcised some old demons I had from my younger days. If nothing else it has energized my imagination to write some original stories that i'll be passing through beta readers and editors fairly soon. I can't wait to read other works by other authors on here. Everyone is so talented!

Shoot....I'm missing all the fun! I have a personal trainer that tortures me so I don't go to a gym persay. He's 24 and cute, but I think he's straight as an arrow. Also, I'm usually in such extremus during the workout that I don't have a chance to enjoy all 6'3" of his musclie self. Planking is so wilting in the crotchital region... Anyway, its been fun reading your steady seduction of B, Marc. 4 Twinks In A Steam Room...well...now I've got ANOTHER story to start.

Sam is such a sweetiepie. I've always enjoyed his character. You paint a great picture.

Yay!!

This one by Cheerleader is also catchy. Also it seems to be my themesong for where I am in life right now. What wisdom from the mouths of babes, no?

New song by an emerging band. I love that my favorite kind of music is becoming popular again with the younglings!

I'm like , PrivateTim!

I'm with you jamessavik. I neither like to give nor receive pain. I'm rather cuddly instead.

Well...we could kind of do what we do in the Gay community. Maybe assign by purpose: Bottom, Top, or Versatile?

Been there done that with 'Weird Science.' I'd even take a remake of Demon Seed except this time its the poor guy who is raped by the machine instead of the lady protagonist. It would be more upsetting for straight men and introduce the element of male rape that made the movie ALIEN so uniquely disturbing. Dammit why aren't I writing these dumb TV Shows??? Sorry about the Italics...I can't seem to turn them off for some reason.

Toasted Air Your scent is evident To noses most reverent With sun bare Bright sky Azure blinding casement In eyes tearing allurement With joy to cry This Summer Fire Burning tan into skin Sand dusts the spinning Jinn With Mirage mirror Come this Heat After icy night Dawning gold light Here to beat Rhythms of the Summer Song

Thank you. Rhyming sometimes brings out interesting imagery. Some poems just write themselves. =P

Astride my steed In the gray mist I tug on the lead hung in my fist I see a lone tree as Old as the Fair Leaves growing free in the heavy air At once, behold, a memory ablaze in crystalline vision I upon a promontory behold my lost habitation Warm summer light sifts Through golden spaces As a sweet sigh lifts Fine branching laces Memory. A tree There a survivor An emerald key And sylvan brother Remnant, as am I To things long unseen but to my green eye A tear brings with a keen

Yeah...it was kind of amazing. I live in Southern California and I got to hear it shortly after it went to the UK charts. It really caught on down here. The club mix became a favorite of the few gay clubs we had around here back then...as well as the straight venues that played new wave style music.

I've been singing this for the past two days:

LMAO!

The picture in my mind Is nothing to a hand. What the eye cannot touch Is what the hand can see Take me into your hand Lend me your warmth in touch Pulse and skin smoothed between Silken heat alive and lean The thick of hands They cannot feel What are felt by lips Lips can hide a truth Or press a truth complete Take me in your heavy lips Take me to your truth inside Pulse and skin slipped between Silken heat alive and keen Lips together all are not All that bodies t

Unrelated poems and ramblings of a crazy gay man.