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CHAPTER 1: MISREAD The sunlight danced and frolicked on the brim of my hat. This straw hat, crafted from rye, exuded a stylish charm. It was a gift from a dear friend during one of my wild birthday adventures. I used to have tons of those—birthday parties, that is. Sex. Parties. Drugs. Booze. Lots of dick and ass. Lots of men. Slim. Thick. Short. Tall. Hairy. Smooth. Muscle. Twinky. Black. White. Brown. Yellow. Latino. Asian. European. Genovian. Hell, I’d even fuck Barney, the purple dinos

AND SO IT BEGINS... I've yelled "fuck you" so many damn times, hoping for someone to yell it back and chuck the same rock I've thrown into the ocean countless times. The silence can be deafening and even drive you crazy. But there I was, sitting on the beach, half-drunk and a little tipsy, dangling my San Mig Light on the side where nobody wandered. I asked the water if it could grant me a wish. A prayer to bring me someone or something I could hold onto and never le

An American resort manager finds himself entangled with a mysterious guest, whose luggage and baggage from his past may be more than what he’d booked for.

I'm going to defend that the scenes of Zero and the brawny hot bottom agent (Jude) were Day of Our Lives levels of acting good. It's actually the only good thing in the series; none of the other characters and their stories come to mind. I watched their entire storyline in four hours several years ago, since they had parts 1, 2, 3, and 4 in Daily Motion, but parts 1 and 3 are now taken off—probably copystriked. Also, Adam Senn is 39 and looks like this. He was in a lifetime movie about cowboys and one crazy horny chick. This man is aging like wine. His tiddies are so perky? Why? I want to flick it. And Brent Antonello's not a chonky, jiggly, bottom-bloke anymore: He became like 99.9% like the rest of white America. It was truly a sad day for chonky-thick bum chasers out there, like moi. I might actually use these two as sexpiration for the next novel I have in mind.

The Spirit of the Plum Blossom Tree (TSPBT) has a really good narration style. It really harkens me back to the streets of Kowloon. The pace of the narration is slow, which lends itself to the kind of story it is, which I like—short and punchy. I just wish the translator frigging finishes the story since it's been nearly three years now and it's still not yet finished. 😔

I only watched their relationship cutscenes (the sex-cutscenes of Zero and the brawny hot gay sports agent), and all I can say is that those sex scenes...ARE MINT, and really hot. The acting is shite, but those sex scenes are NOT...shite. It's not pornographic, but it was steaming, piping hot. The way they gazed at each other, I was like, shit...I'm so single. Just look at the video's views. It's around 22 million. The gays and the girls have spoken. When I first watched this, I was like, "Are they banging each other in real life? Cause I've boned someone in a coat checkroom once, and it wasn't this passionate the last time I checked." It's somewhat sad that the actor for the blonde character Zero stopped returning to the series due to his religious background. I mean, he was sticking his imaginary peen into someone's bunghole and literally eating a man's face on television. It makes you question why he took the role for a reason. See, this is why religion is evil. It prevents actors like him from fulfilling their destiny by thumping brawny men in a television series for our consumption and lusty minds.

Stereotypical comedy has its roots because there are stereotypical gay people out there who are loud, campy, and proud of who they are. They certainly exist and are the first prime example to be given avenues in the media because, as you've said, they're obviously out, loud, campy, and proud of who they are. It doesn't help that the straights have a difficult time seeing two very masculine men being gay (living in that period). The majority of the media is centered around loud homosexuals, but that's just the trajectory of that decade—the 90s. And if you think about it, our loud, campy, and flamboyantly expressed gay friends paved the way for movies like Brokeback Mountain or other heteronormative-centric films focusing on homosexuality to exist. And it's not that Nathan Lane was impersonating a woman; it was his job to impersonate a woman since the role was addressed as a drag queen, whose job it was to exemplify feminity and grace. And I watched In and Out at the cinemas. I think I was 10 when we watched it in the movies. My cousin brought me in, and the ticket checker let a minor inside for some reason (because I didn't look like a minor at 10. Haha). It was the first time I'd seen two men kiss. I was surprised and elated. I had a huge crush on Kevin Klein at that young age. Then it quickly shifted to 14-year-old Henry Cavill when he played a role in The Count of Monte Christo. I was like, "Who's this gorgeous bastard, my god!" He's like a frigging oil painting come to life.

The story I've written was lost--deleted from my old macbook. It was around 50k+ already. So I rewrote this story again, and currently at 20k+ words. Expect 3 to 4 months before I finish this. I prefer the 2nd version imo. 😁

Oh yes. It's very aggressive here in Britain. If you dropped your phone in a gay club, I advise you to just kick it home. Regardless if you're a top, a side, or an obtuse, you're getting bummed.

This is the same logic where some gay couples prefer to adopt children, while some gays would rather have a vasectomy than have a child. The thing is, the inclination toward monogamy or polygamy is not inherently ingrained in our genetics; rather, it is shaped by cultural, societal, and individual decisions. Whether we opt for monogamy, bigamy, or polygamy is a matter of personal choice influenced by what aligns with our preferences, those of our partners, and the legal constraints within our local context. For me, I've been to both sides and stepped on both opposing ends, and all I can say is that I prefer monogamy more than anything. If I were living in LA or San Francisco, going out to clubs and enjoying white circuit parties snorting drugs like there's no tomorrow, attending gay cruise ships where gays are blatantly having sex on ships, or roaming leather bars going to underground dungeons for sex, yes, I'd probably be in a polyamorous relationship without a doubt. I'm a very, very jealous guy, so I don't think I'd last a minute with polyamory. Second, I do want to get old with someone—not live in a communal house with four other guys. Third, I want what my parents have. Yes, it's very heteronormative, but it's MY heteronormative selection of choosing to have a bestfriend at old age when the sex is gone. FYI, my parents are still banging like bunnies in their 60's, so I don't know on that one. I heard them once. It's gross but kind of enlightening. Given my upbringing, I am inclined to choose monogamy as the preferred choice. But I know in my heart that if I had lived differently, had a different personality, or sought to live in the US, I would totally be a proud slut...the best manwhore in town. I'd be a monkeypox superspreader. 🤣

Type: Ugly young adult male with 7 fingers per hand. It might generate different results.

seart.ai It's limited to 20 photos per account I think. But it's very very good with lots of options. The AI is still dumb like the rest of them, but it does create more specific choices.

Yes. Suffer. No. I'm kidding. I'm just trying to finish my current story. I've already invested a lot of time on it. Like I sold my car, my house, my kidney, just so I could write that story so I really want to finish it. Readers who are impatient, they get...Hemorrhoids. You wouldn't want that, would you?

Thanks for supporting zeh story. 😁🎄

Tommy Escofel Hamilton, the 32-year-old Harvard educated book editor was the brains behind the publishing arm of his mother's art empire, Maria Escofel's Lou Strasborg's Exhibitions--a 2 week event showcasing Europe's finest artists from Picasso to modern impressionism. When Tommy wasn't overseeing some of the most important books in the art world; he would be in Venice attending the Dior Ball, hanging out with Princess Stephanie of Norway discussing the principles of Tafterson and Peaks, or he would be attending Johansen Caspar and Ellie Mormont's wedding, heir to the Caspian french wineries and estates. But when he attended Gustav Gustavson's yacht party last summer, this dear readers would be his downfall, when he met the enigmatic, 28-year-old, Charles Woodrose, a waistaff slash waiter of Cambridge and Party Events. What I'm saying is, descriptions could also be fictionalised people, jobs, events and scenario. It's like watching a movie: "Tommy Escofel Hamilton, the 32-year-old Harvard educated book editor..." -- you imagine him in his office doing book editor-ly related work. He looks young, maybe blonde or a brunette, very sophisticated with his name. "...the brains behind the publishing arm of his mother's art empire, Maria Escofel's Lou Strasborg's Exhibitions--a 2 week event showcasing Europe's finest artists from Picasso to modern impressionism." -- your mind then envisions his mother probably wearing a fur coat or something from the devil's prada. Then you imagine the event somewhere in Europe, probably fancy looking with a bunch of painters and important people. Basically, whatever you create are sequential descriptions as the reader interprets whatever you write and describe in the story. If we are to contextualise this in its basic form, it would go like this: 32-year-old Tommy Escofel Hamilton graduated from Harvard. He was a book editor and managed his mother's art empire. He attended events in Europe, rubbed shoulders with the affluent families, and attended weddings of the wealthy and famous. Last summer, he met the 28-year-old Charles Woodrose. He was smitten. Charles was a waiter at a yacht party he'd attended. Doesn't really describe much doesn't it? And it leaves the reader to imagine a very wide net and broad array of things to conjure and imagine. You don't have to describe everything. But when you do, make sure you're creating a world you yourself would want to live in.

It does make them a bad person if they're in a monogamous relationship. Like what happened to me, I was a prick who cheated on my girlfriend outside the agreement that we're in a monogamous relationship, regardless if it was guys or girls I was boning. I'm not sure if you mean open relationships, though. That's altogether a different case point, I think, outside of monogamy.

Not sure which AI app you're using, but the Bing AI generator is very limited with NSFW pics, and even half-naked men with their armpits raised up would be flagged as NSWF. The one I'm using can literally generate penises, boobies, and vaginas, which means, AI can literally create anything out of thin air.

The most realistic body hair from my evil creations (evaall laugh) My most realistic generated pic. The details are amazing. It's also possible for them to not look like they're twins. And then you have Daddy DILF right here. And then you have the uncanny vallley AI pics were they look very real but you know it's AI. And then Chris Evans...why not. Here's a glass of water. Wait, a pitcher.

These are my creations so far I made with several different accounts cause the free account has very limited numbers of pictures to recreate. Please tell me if it's too NSFW. And probably one of the most realistic body hair (with shit fingers) that made me drink a cold glass of water 😂. Prompt: ultrahigh resolution, La mejor calidad, Foto, 4k, (fotorrealista: 1.4), cinematic lighting, a handsome 38 year old man bathing in a white sunga, barba, brown eyes This is a free Japanese AI site that produces hyper realistic AI images that also includes NSFW pics. It's free for around 20 pics and then you have to make another account. d00df0f3ae55b1046b302a580e3c16e8780cb68a_high.webp

Sadly, those brothers are always going to look related. 😅 I'll try to find the AI photo of two men walking hand-in-hand in a field. For some reason, AI was being homophobic--judging two lover-looking bros as just friends. If you frame them 'as just friends' the AI somewhat creates different images of two men instead of capturing the same image as identical ones, which is HOMOPHOBIC. 🤣 Like "two male friends walking in a field" instead of "two male lovers walking in a friend" would create different faces and bodies.

That's the problem with AI. As you can see in the second picture, they look very similar. The coding has a hard time identifying different faces and creating hands and feet. So you're bound to have incestuous-looking same-sex models. Although the AI mapping did create some very realistic images for me--which is on the uncanny valley side of things.

I cuddle my cat, but he chooses violence. And I'm a masochist, so I choose to cuddle him despite him threatening my life with his claws. I'm like the clingy boyfriend, always following him around, while he sees me as an annoying human he can't get rid of. I'm just a food factory to him.

Being a young adult slut was different for me. I was a grade A slut in college since I'd lived a very sheltered life. I wasn’t even allowed to commute anywhere up until university. I was sleeping with men cause I wanted to gain experience and study everything with a keen eye and an open mind. And I would go on dates, party every weekend, have actual friends, and still be a Dean's Lister with very good grades and shag various men on the side. The only downside was, I think I only slept for 2 to 4 hours while downing redbulls like they're gatorade. I remember shagging a man at the school parking lot where I had met up with my group for our dissertation paper after, then shagged another guy at his apartment, and then attended soccer practice, finished and wrote my term paper, and then sucked-off a bloke at the bleachers I'd met at Mirc, then slept for 2 hrs, did my prep for our thesis defense, and had enough time to hook up with my girlfriend for a quickie. Yes, I was the posterchild of Sodom and cheaters out there. But I'd like to think I've come a long way from being that closeted dipshit shagging boys and girls alike. I did get my comeuppance though by having my heart broken several times 😂. So I think I have paid enough of my crimes for being a twat. I was too confident in college that I thought I was untouchable by heartache and eventual dissapointment. And with that confidence came the arrogance that sleeping around was my trophy to assert to myself that men lusted over me, that I was wanted without giving back anything in return cause I was selfish. I mean, I broke a lot of hearts and caused pain and trauma to some blokes. I had a guy who came to soccer practice and brought me a cake cause it was my birthday. I told my team that he was a stalker and they shouted and screamed at him. He left that day with a look that said, "Someday, someone is going to love me the way I wanted you to need me." Him and I had sex regularly. He knew I had a gf, but he still cared enough to think of my special day. When I think about it, I never really felt anything with him, or I blinded myself not to think of it cause I knew he was always there for me. But I knew he was in love with me. And I broke his heart. To this day, I still think of him. If only I wasn't such a dick, he could've been the one. I'd probably be married by now to him. But I was an arsehole. And I was sleeping with lots of men, and I was a liar and a cheater. After college, that experience changed me. So do I regret slutting my way through campus and the entire city? No. But I learned a lot about myself. I needed to be humbled. And eventually, life humbled me and sex allowed me to discover things about myself. My only regret is that I could've done some things differently. I should’ve ended things with my girlfriend, and instead stayed with him. PSA: to gay kids reading this...don't be a dick. 😂

It's been very interesting so far. The Netflix interview sitdown is written in present tense, while the bulk of the story is written in 3rd Person POV. It's basically a Netflix documentary interview on every major episode or chapter. I'm definitely having fun writing this. 😁

Sorry. My bad. 😆 But I always post stories ahead, so I won't be fickle-minded about repeatedly changing things up. That way, I actually get to finish writing this. Because I will finish this...I'm already invested in the story that I've dreamt of them for two nights in a row, which forced me to finally write things down and end their yammering in my head.