They follow rules that they know create their own disadvantage and they look for reasons and make excuses for men worse than black bitches. oh you're nothing unless you get married, they could have a fucking american passport coming out their cootchie but they still fucking live like they're on the dothead express in a village without running water.
Haven't even brushed my teeth yet but the head rush creeps in smoke from the pack the young sailor bought me he calls me from places unknown and makes unfullfillable promises I want a real man not a broken man my man was broken from when he was born i suppose but have i not fixed him enough he loves me for me not because I look lik
Just keep him here, he'll be okay. Says the older brother figure I never had. The Chinese Xanax is kicking in over and over again And my mouth is too big for my own good. The man called twice this morning. Hes such a sweetie too accesible I suppose what the fuck is wrong with humans pets are the best they're not as evil as h
And the summary of all those drunken mornings bare the same essence. Living cross culturally opens your mind if you let it and only if you want it to. Those gay 2 week stints where you fall in and out of love so quick you can't even remember them. But you always remember his name. Always. Adapting to something you never thought possible. A
Can you believe he bought me a pack of cigarettes? He told me of stories of Drunk Armed Forces having wild careless 4 somes in a $20 hotel room. Of fucking the hell out of each other and the pretty boy getting the clap. "Getting the clap" as he put his hands together and made a shivering motion. Ahhh, the clap.... chlamidia. It's a bacterial
"I'm not a fucking Marine" he tells me in a raised voice. Then he tells me stories of wanting to be with an Airforce Man because Navy always wants Airforce. He was such an easy guy to please, an expensive date, but he was cool with whatever. Totally flexible and not strongly opinionated on what to do. Not a big Butchy Boss like Billy. We woul
the principal walks out of his two story apartment and lightly bows his head at the vice principal. they chuckle and bow at each other in a lightly flirtatious manner. he walks out in his farm boy demeanor and the vice principal continues talking to some semi disgruntled employee pretending like she gives a flying fuck. she maintains eye contact li
What can validly make you feel good, and how getting addicted to it will make you a better more self-confident person and only better your life....... it took years to figure it out. But it's a job well done. now I sound like some dothead philosopher that works in the front of the walmart ever since my computer programmer son brought me to suwannee, GA. but i
Ifm gonna make a mistake- Ifm gonna do it on purpose Ifm gonna waste my time Cuz Ifm full as a tick And Ifm scratching at the surface And what I find is mine And when the day is done, and I look back And the fact is I had fun, fumbling around All the advice I shunned, and I ran Where they told me not to run, but
Dirty Dirty Boy of Sin I am. Dirty Dirty Boy. The drunk marines are endless. The few, the not so proud says the wrinkling 35 yr ole E-4 next to me. I walk into the hall of Kamikaze happiness and the world starts spinning all of a sudden. A weekend of Chinese Xanax blows me a punch of "chilling out" and the world today is somwhat less
How can any human regardless of religion and upbringing feel bad after good sex. I only feel dirty after bad sex. Good sex is when your temprature rises. when the kissing is only stopped to focus on snowballing pleasure. where you forget about you inadeqacies and focus on sweet love making to that human in that bed. when you're equally happy
I've felt these signs before, of a Job slipping away. I hold on to only what I want to. I do not appreciate other people's tolerance of my laziness. My physical condition is not reliable in any way shape or form. And then the Rice Islander walks off in a non confrontational way. I'm sorry I'm brown. I'm brown. Maybe it doesn't
Too much of watching the Bachelor, too much of hanging out in the maternity ward. Where those babies are so pure and cute and their bioligical predessecors are only a footstep away. Look at those red hairful babies. I want one of those. As I step into the Britney mode of things, I realize that life needs to move on. I need to be a more posit
I really hope that the author is not in Med school, because that is some of the stupidest debate I have ever heard. Do me a favor and learn how to make a proper argument before you play with arteries. Homosexuality itself needs to be defined in a much more clearer way. The want to take it up the ass and the actual living a lifestyle (taking it up the shooter everyday) are two totally different things. There are millions of marri
Another weekend of getting nothing but exicted. Weekend of being stimulated beyond your normal realm. A weekend old things becoming new and new things becoming old. Off walks big gay dave, in walks southern oxfordite. angry angry angry angry as all sin combined. You can't be happy without me, do you understand, you can't be happy without me.
After a weekend of way too much drinking and making new friends. And a morning of basking in Gaijin Glory. I realized something that aged me 5 years. Here is an intro of an article that has alot of interest to me. Japanese have long embraced a salad of feelings toward Korea. Guilt over the brutal occupation of the Korean peninsula, contem
God I got so drunk last night, but it was fun. Letting go of what I don't even have. And maybe its gonna be okay after all. I hope I didn't touch Christians face too much, but he does have a nice face doesn't he. People think I'm a girl.(he says) God Phil is so Anglo-hot. British men are the best. but their pansies are so wrinkled. you kn
My baby says he never asked me to change and perhaps he never did. But his hate of all things black, and his love of this brownie. confused me, I was set in an Indian housewife mentality, and I should have let it go. I wonder if he will still love me the way I am now. If its true love he will I will not get rid of the black inside of me.<BR
She comes around like the morning sun. And she greets me with her warmness. The dirty smiling of the younger boys stirs me the right way. And I see her struggle in her shadow. Her eyes tell me nothing that I want to hear. He looks at me and tells me I'm hard to get close to. He's a stupid mother fucker with fudged up teeth. Where lov
so here's a jimmy joke about your mama that you might not like, I heard she was a frisco dyke. city of compton. get me out of myself today. I can't stand the sight, smell, the mere existence of myself today. I roll down a selfish spiral shrinks call depression. So whats fat black and gay man supposed to do? is he supposed t
I need to get over not wanting to be gay. I need to get over trying to make the gringos like me. I need to get over my third world complex. If I was in Britain, he says. If only I was in Britain. And I've gained 30 fucking pounds, or 15kgs since I've been here and I'm on a one way road to fatness. Holler, Holler anyone who wants to get dollars dollars. God
If I could count the number of times I heard that, I would choose not to. As the sun impresses itself on my bumpy face, I choose to ignore it. I'm fucking hot and these brink third worlders have no concept of what is appropriate behaviour. It makes sense to them and I guess that's all that matters. My heart beats heavy from the warmess of the wind
ugggh, and the creative burst of a minute ago is over and I feel a growing addiction to the world of blogging. sometimes like I feel like I don't have a partner sometimes I feel like I don't have a friend. and I sit under the bridge thinking super real ground breaking thoughts, but I'm still not fucking happy. well happiness is so relative and I wi
you beautiful light skinned God, be cocky, be american and I'll want you even more. the keyboard and my hands can't deal with switching cultures. but my mind and my mouth do just fine. you look so good in the chat room, and the moment of pure testoserone relief you gave me on the webcam depresses me now. girls are always so desperate and
shoot me scotty and take me to another land. I'm tired of this existence where I have to create my own drama. Take me where I've never been before where my mid-western abusive husband gets rid of all his negative points and comes back to me the way I always imagined he was. my stomach growls from something funky this morning, made with love, but made in a kitc
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