Okay, I just got done fapping a while ago. Anyway, I was watching this video of a guy who likes getting f**ked bareback by multiple guys, especially the guys who've barebacked lots of other guys. So I thought to myself, "Okay, this is totally hot, but this guy is an idiot for doing that." The guy even mentioned on his profile that he would probably get HIV, but he doesn't care! So the question is: Have you any interest at all in barebacking with multiple partners, not caring about whether or not you get HIV? If you happen to bareback with multiple partners or are open to it, please be honest. Also, I would ask that you leave a comment explaining why. The second question is: Do you like bareback porn?
My answer is, "No, but I'm willing to bareback with someone special." I could not bareback with multiple partners. I'm semi-paranoid about ALL STDs, including HIV. I don't want one, and barebacking with lots of different guys is just not something I could ever do. And yet, I find the idea of barebacking with lots of guys really hot. I just can't do it. As for the other question: "Yes, especially when the bottom gets breeded."
I know I said that I'd do the lady bits poll, but I felt a strong desire to do this poll instead as it is fresh in my mind.
I've been wondering if and how religious cults in the US can be eliminated. Unfortunately, it's not simple at all because of the 1st Amendment. Thus, outright banning would be unconstitutional unless it was amended to allow cults to be banned. However, that would also mean that the government could rule that entire denominations as well as nondenominational churches are cults and thus banned. And yet, cults like the Branch Davidians and the Strong City Cults as well as the various Mormon-based cults are (or were) exceedingly dangerous. I wish the answer to this problem were known, because more and more lives are being ruined because of cults.
All of us have skeletons in our closets, moments in time we wish we could change. Take for example, what my adoptive father did. His selfishness and sickness literally destroyed our family. In 1997, his niece came to live with us. Her mother, who happens to be a major slut, decided to leave her with us so she could seek the almighty cock. Over the next 3 years or so, the young girl lived with us. During that time, she was exposed to a true monster. Like so many young people, she was my molested. Who was the perpetrator? Well, it just so happens that it was my dad. You think that's bad? Well, it gets worse. There was yet another victim. See, her friend was at our house a lot. Being the upstanding citizen he was... he molested her as well. Why did she come to our house and subject herself to the abuse? Well, there's a simple answer to that question. Her own brother had been doing the same thing to her for years. Yes, this innocent girl was molested repeatedly from the time she was 4 until the time she was 12. When she was in the hospital, they found out that she had some kind of infection, one that was caused by what he had done. At this time, I was 19. I was working at a nursing home on 3-11 shift at the time. It was a cold February night. I arrived home right around midnight. Normally I got home when my parents were asleep. Only, this night my mom was still awake. Why may you ask? Well, the sheriff's department had arrested him. That night I received the shock of my life. I had to ask myself how I could have been oblivious. Apparently, he was very sneaky about it, preying on them in the middle of the night when everyone else was asleep. Of course, there were also times when everyone else was gone, and of course the sick bastard took full advantage.
How did this make me feel? I felt betrayed. How could the man who raised me do something so viscious to anyone. These kids had already been through enough. He took what innocence they had left. I couldn't take it. That's when I started using drugs heavily. My drugs of choice were marijuana and methamphetamine. I had already been smoking weed on a regular basis, but this simply made it worse. I needed to be numb in order to avoid dealing with the harsh realities. I am lucky that I didn't end up in prison myself. Not only was I using methamphetamine, but I was also helping to produce it. My part was to go shopping for the necessary materials. What was my reward? Well, I was soon tweaked out of my f**king mind. It's a blast of energy like nothing anyone who has not used can even imagine. There's no need to sleep and no need to eat, though you tend to drink quite a bit, and I don't mean alcohol. Believe it or not, alcohol has little effect when one is tweaking. When I look back on this time, I feel ashamed. I probably did permanent damage to myself. This was one of the worst times that I can remember.
As for my dad, he was sentenced to 20 years in prison for his crimes. His family disowned him, all except mom (and to an extent) me. I actually decided to go with her. She needed the support, and I was there for her. She would visit him every weekend. Why she stayed with him, I have nary a clue. I went every once in a while and even remained civil even though I really didn't like the idea. As I have mentioned before, he is now dead. Back in July of 2004, he had a stroke in his brain stem. He ended up on a respirator for several weeks. In the midst of that, he was granted a medical parole. Soon after, we sought guardianship, for he could not make decisions for himself. If anyone remembers Terri Schiavo, he was actually worse off than she was. We ended up moving back to this area, though we were on the Missouri side. This was in June of 2005 that we returned. By April of the next year he was dead.
Now I have revealed of myself, a past that has left me a bitter man. It's a difficult journey I have led, and I am just now really picking up the pieces. It's difficult to trust anyone. I'm afraid people will either abandon me or betray me in some way. I am extremely wary of people, because I have learned the hard way that the people you trust are not always who they appear to be. Child molesters don't look like monsters. I hardly think they are human, but they certainly appear to be.
What are your fetishes. Let's see. For me that would have to be piss play, voyeurism (not the illegal kind), role playing, and food play. You can choose more than one.
This is NOT a public poll, so please don't be shy.
I hate my life. Nothing ever seems to go right for me. Finding employment seems to be impossible, and I have bills to pay an no money. I feel like I should just give up. Nothing will ever get better no matter what I do.
There is a part of a man's body. I love it, absolutely love it. However, some people call it by certain names, names that make me cringe. The part of the man's body is his ass, and that's generally what I call. I sometimes call it a butt, which is normal. However, some in the gay community call it by other names, names that compare this most beloved body part to women's private parts. Make no mistake, I have no interest in those lady parts. It seems to be gay men who use these terms: manpussy, mussy, boy pussy (we'll say it's meant for twinks for this blog entry and other entries in the future), vagina, man c**t, and boy c**t (see previous mentioning of boy). Why? I don't get it. If I were f**king a guy, and he said, "Oh god, f**k my man c**t," I'd probably lose my hard-on. I don't know about anyone else. Am I the only one who hates the above terminology?
Have you ever watched furry porn? Do you enjoy it? And for those who don't know what it is, basically it's animated porn anthropomorphic animals have sex. I fapped to it and got off. That's all I can say about it.
I thought I'd ask a dirty poll question. Have you ever tried your own cum? This question applies to guys and girls alike! It's my very first dirty poll! I have tried it. My answer is, "Yes! I drink some every once in a while."
Have you ever fapped to straight porn? I have. I was deeply in denial. I couldn't figure out why I didn't like the lesbian scenes or why I preferred watching a guy getting oral than a girl getting oral.
I've been thinking today. I let my emotions become too intense, and it makes me less balanced. I'd even go as far as to say that this intensity has strained my relations with other people. I've come to realize that I need to just relax and accept things as they are. I can't let the pressures get me down so much. I know I can reach this point with genuine effort, so that's where I am right now. For anyone who has had issues dealing with my hyper self, just know that I'm toning it down and just allowing myself to breathe. I can't let my emotions get the best of me anymore. I have to accept my life as it is while taking steps to make it better. I must do so with adequate clarity. I've got to do this for a lot of reasons. If I am ever to find true happiness and contentment, I can't let things get out of control. Again, I apologize to those who have seen my lack of emotional control.
Apparently, the boy love community has a holiday about the support of consensual sexual relations between men and boys. I find it shameful and appalling, but there's something that can be done. Stand up against these monsters who promote child abuse. In support of anti-IBLD light a white candle! The day is tomorrow in the US, and already today in some parts of the world. Just to clarify, IBLD is 6-26-10. Light your white candles in protest of these sick bastards who promote molesting children! The day to protest girl lovers "Alice Day" is some time in April.
You know, I usually have a pretty good idea what the consequences to given actions will be. Recently, someone said he or she was going to do something. The act was something I knew would get the person in trouble, but he or she did it anyway. Then the person turned around and expected sympathy from me after being a complete f**king moron. When I didn't give this person sympathy, he/she got pissed off at me. I told the person off. I wasted my own f**king time warning this person, and my words were completely ignored. People don't deserve sympathy for being f**king jackasses.
"Father, I called a man a son-of-a-bitch yesterday."
"Why did you call him a son-of-a-bitch??" the priest asked.
"Because, father, he touched me on my arm without permission"
"Do you mean like this??" He touches her arm.
"Yes father."
"That's no reason for calling him a son-of-a-bitch."
"But father he also touched my breasts."
"You mean like this??" He touches her breasts.
"Yes father."
"That's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch."
"But father, he took off my clothes."
"Like this??" He takes off her clothes.
"Yes father."
"That's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch."
"But father he then put his you-know-what in my you-know-where."
"Like this??" He put his you-know-what in her you-know-where.
"Yes father," she says sometime later, after catching her breath.
"But that's no reason to call him a son-of-a-bitch."
"But father, he has AIDS."
"THAT SON-OF-A-BITCH!!!!!!!!!!!"
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As the alter boy is leaving to go home, the priest says, "See you later alligator!" The alter boy replies, "In a while pedophile!"
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Whats the difference between acne and a Catholic Priest?
Acne will usually not come on a kid's face until around 13 or 14 years of age.
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This pedophile priest doesn't get caught for 50 years, finally he dies and goes to heaven before st. peter who has the book of life in front of him and says to the priest , " What the heck are you doing here? You should be in hell! You molested little boys for 50 years and never got punished for it".
The priest replies, "I'm here to see Sweet Baby Jesus".
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A priest is walking down the street one day when he notices a very small boy trying to press a doorbell on a house across the street. However, the boy is very small and the doorbell is too high for him to reach. After watching the boys efforts for some time, the priest moves closer to the boys position. He steps smartly across the street, walks up behind the little fellow and, placing his hand kindly on the child's shoulder leans over and gives the door bell a sold ring. Crouching down to the child's level, the priest smiles benevolently and asks, "And now what, my little man?" To which the boy replies, "Now we run!"
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A boy finished cutting the lawn of a priest...
The grass was very thick and long, and it took the boy about 4 hours to cut. He approached the Father for payment and the priest paid him $1.00. The boy said "Thank you, virgin Father!" The priest replied, "What did you say?" The boy repeated, "Thank you, virgin Father!" The priest asked him, "Do you know what that means?" The boy replied, "Yes... tight ass!"