"Yes," sighed the Colonel. Life is the best thing ever invented. "
Sunday, October 4, 2009
24-hour Laundromat Manhattan
Another year older, twenty years. Three years ago wanted to be an adult, would be a pre-school today. Unfortunately
time has not come back, and every day becomes our staff, and our club at a time. What makes
was ten, fifteen, twenty, and twenty ...
From what I know for sure is that, as Heraclitus would argue, "no one bathes twice in the same river," I'm not the same as before . I think I've changed, I'm not sure whether for better or worse but I changed.
would be difficult to try to synthesize two decades in a few lines, but now come to my head "ciudadadano" the pampering of my grandmother, traveling with my parents, my brother's games, the quarrels with my cousins, Barbie afternoons with my cousins, the pool of Flanders Villavo River, the Sea of \u200b\u200bCartagena, Miami Beach ... and also my university.
sprout those memories of my first kiss with Diego, my first time with Victor, my first friend at school .. Carlos, like my second love.
So many things have happened, many surprises, some appease spirits, anger encourage other memories based on facts that have already left. This dinosaur
McDonalds, my bucket to play with sand, stick horse, hentai magazine, the video for "Gatas" and lubricant are inanimate objects that have added a dose of entertainment to my life, and what about Rugrats, Pokemon, Ninja Turtles, Sailor moon , Dexter's Laboratory, Gakuen Heaven, Spongebob, Daria .. In short, programs that increased my imagination in a world that then I would set limits on which I had to do as a person and perform, no matter how I feel or how I like. Already
Twenty "Springs" ... which could also be summer, autumn and winter, since my life has never been rosy;'s death my paternal grandparents, the lack that I did my grandparents and family when we lived in Miami, sexual discrimination was a victim of that sometimes in my school, heartbreak and loneliness, the bankruptcy of my father, among other aspects in I do not want them too deeply, because they are not deserving it for a moment "so happy", although I have learned and improved with the problems and difficulties.
is not only thank God who in the almost 240 months has given me everything I was, what I am, and that in what I will become. To my parents who struggle daily to the present and the future of my brother is a thousand times better than them, to all those teachers and professors who have taught me many things, many of which have already forgotten, and those close, some that are not and who really taught me about life.
and twenty years, and eventually, as affirm Lincoln, "what matters is not the years, but the life of the years."
time has not come back, and every day becomes our staff, and our club at a time. What makes
was ten, fifteen, twenty, and twenty ...
From what I know for sure is that, as Heraclitus would argue, "no one bathes twice in the same river," I'm not the same as before . I think I've changed, I'm not sure whether for better or worse but I changed.
would be difficult to try to synthesize two decades in a few lines, but now come to my head "ciudadadano" the pampering of my grandmother, traveling with my parents, my brother's games, the quarrels with my cousins, Barbie afternoons with my cousins, the pool of Flanders Villavo River, the Sea of \u200b\u200bCartagena, Miami Beach ... and also my university.
sprout those memories of my first kiss with Diego, my first time with Victor, my first friend at school .. Carlos, like my second love.
So many things have happened, many surprises, some appease spirits, anger encourage other memories based on facts that have already left. This dinosaur
McDonalds, my bucket to play with sand, stick horse, hentai magazine, the video for "Gatas" and lubricant are inanimate objects that have added a dose of entertainment to my life, and what about Rugrats, Pokemon, Ninja Turtles, Sailor moon , Dexter's Laboratory, Gakuen Heaven, Spongebob, Daria .. In short, programs that increased my imagination in a world that then I would set limits on which I had to do as a person and perform, no matter how I feel or how I like. Already
Twenty "Springs" ... which could also be summer, autumn and winter, since my life has never been rosy;'s death my paternal grandparents, the lack that I did my grandparents and family when we lived in Miami, sexual discrimination was a victim of that sometimes in my school, heartbreak and loneliness, the bankruptcy of my father, among other aspects in I do not want them too deeply, because they are not deserving it for a moment "so happy", although I have learned and improved with the problems and difficulties.
is not only thank God who in the almost 240 months has given me everything I was, what I am, and that in what I will become. To my parents who struggle daily to the present and the future of my brother is a thousand times better than them, to all those teachers and professors who have taught me many things, many of which have already forgotten, and those close, some that are not and who really taught me about life.
and twenty years, and eventually, as affirm Lincoln, "what matters is not the years, but the life of the years."
Thursday, August 27, 2009
X18 Warrior Pocket Bike
Death will come and have your eyes ...
like to talk about a guy I saw today in my college, he a young man about 23 years, height 1.70 and of thin build.
wore a sweater and an olive green jeans, longish curly hair, fell slightly in her walk on her face.
not know the place where he was going, I went to my faculty and was on the route that our eyes met:
There he was, his gaze rocked my pericarp and put to boil my cerebrospinal fluid. His look shy and yet so challenging that my femur generated and Perene blink, as rarely happens to see someone.
His eyes, flashes of light, a reflection of so much innocence, so many dreams, desires that the bodily strength would be weak to do them all really.
hidden in those glasses, that her clothes look inside and I was announced as if time was on our side.
His eyes penetrated mine, as if the most intimate, as if thousands of orgasms achieved through a simple look.
And now what will happen "return our eyes to be collected?," Will again be at a glance?, Is the fate conspire so you can look again at their beauty?
lot of stupid, a bit of a dreamer, just a couple of simple men, who were for the first time and unaware of their looks to continue his walk.
Monday, August 3, 2009
Sean Cody Most Beautiful
The Marica with dreams of being Gay
and return to the question that always disturbed me a Why I'm gay?, Throughout my history there were many theories, some who came to reject over time and others that with each passing day, I noticed they had a foundation "pseudoscience."
For example, I attributed to him being a sissy for my dad in his youth had "boyfriends" and as a result of which he married my mom and could not get on with life when I'm homo ... bare, the bug of repressed shame my father attacked me, so I was born gay. I do not know why that assumption, if my dad has nothing sissy.
Another belief was that the day that my father and mother, had their sexual encounter which I was born .. the moon, the previous meal, the egg that month of my mother .., in short, they influence the "reversed."
Well, leaving aside the stories of my childhood, back to 2009, with my day to day with those problems and solutions that appear every day, all my failures and triumphs while .. even a 4.2 in a partial, that is success. Now comes another question: If I'm gay, why am I not like the others?.
I do not like the rumba, whether in Theatron or Mandala (in fact I have never gone, because I think something jartísimo), does not interest me in the least go comparsa comparsa in proving that I'm queer, I do not like to put myself manillitas rainbow, or be the child sex-chic of the university showing that I have put some rag last collection for Yves Saint Laurent, I am not one who has a lot of gay friends, in fact I count my friends on the fingers of one hand and none of them are gay or lesbian, not belting out songs full of Britney Spears or Thalia (incidentally, I hate singers) do not go to the gym and I have a little belly, I am also somewhat shy and reserved and I find it hard to establish trust with someone primerazo. I could go with what to some might seem defects, for me are elements of my personality and that makes me unique and different, and partly I'm glad, but not quite.
Some psychologist might say .. ! We ... but you are glad that you are and as you are - That's good, I would say no. It is very difficult to have something saved and is the smallest bullshit like my ex boyfriend has a boyfriend, and I can not tell my mom or my colleague from the university I feel, as we still do not consider it relevant to tell the whole world (especially my family) I'm gay.
Thus keeping things going, because it hurt more inside I prefer to tell this secret to anyone. And although it admitted that there are periods in which I would like everyone to know what I'm queer, then rest and go into my slumber of passivity and sadness.
I can say, fortunately for me, these days that I have reserved for me, I'm getting to know better, I'm learning to value myself as I am, and think and think better in that he wanted to be.
Today I start a new semester of academic activities, I propose that in addition to obtaining results equal to or higher than the previous semester, a better person. To see if this way I can understand and maintain what being queer is not equal to other gays.
I'm gay .. That is not new to me, I know since I was little, one of the first memories that come to mind right now is that time when she was four and innocently kissed her in a carnal to my cousin for five years, I was a child who preferred to children, something very difficult to understand for me then, and rarely felt when I was in my school and played with children who seemed cute or interesting.
Now I have twenty years, will perform twenty-two months. I'm still gay, and I sometimes wonder why?. What is it that I'm gay?, Why I'm queer in my family, not my cousin, my uncle or even my brother? This series of questions formulated a long time ago when I had not even had my first sexual encounter, long before a man penetrated me and I seem to experience stronger and yet painful at the time when the penis and ass seemed the most unpleasant and unclean, the concept of these body parts changed tremendously in my puberty .. While we certainly do not consider necessary to speak of this phase.
and return to the question that always disturbed me a Why I'm gay?, Throughout my history there were many theories, some who came to reject over time and others that with each passing day, I noticed they had a foundation "pseudoscience."
For example, I attributed to him being a sissy for my dad in his youth had "boyfriends" and as a result of which he married my mom and could not get on with life when I'm homo ... bare, the bug of repressed shame my father attacked me, so I was born gay. I do not know why that assumption, if my dad has nothing sissy.
Another belief was that the day that my father and mother, had their sexual encounter which I was born .. the moon, the previous meal, the egg that month of my mother .., in short, they influence the "reversed."
Well, leaving aside the stories of my childhood, back to 2009, with my day to day with those problems and solutions that appear every day, all my failures and triumphs while .. even a 4.2 in a partial, that is success. Now comes another question: If I'm gay, why am I not like the others?.
I do not like the rumba, whether in Theatron or Mandala (in fact I have never gone, because I think something jartísimo), does not interest me in the least go comparsa comparsa in proving that I'm queer, I do not like to put myself manillitas rainbow, or be the child sex-chic of the university showing that I have put some rag last collection for Yves Saint Laurent, I am not one who has a lot of gay friends, in fact I count my friends on the fingers of one hand and none of them are gay or lesbian, not belting out songs full of Britney Spears or Thalia (incidentally, I hate singers) do not go to the gym and I have a little belly, I am also somewhat shy and reserved and I find it hard to establish trust with someone primerazo. I could go with what to some might seem defects, for me are elements of my personality and that makes me unique and different, and partly I'm glad, but not quite.
Some psychologist might say .. ! We ... but you are glad that you are and as you are - That's good, I would say no. It is very difficult to have something saved and is the smallest bullshit like my ex boyfriend has a boyfriend, and I can not tell my mom or my colleague from the university I feel, as we still do not consider it relevant to tell the whole world (especially my family) I'm gay.
Thus keeping things going, because it hurt more inside I prefer to tell this secret to anyone. And although it admitted that there are periods in which I would like everyone to know what I'm queer, then rest and go into my slumber of passivity and sadness.
I can say, fortunately for me, these days that I have reserved for me, I'm getting to know better, I'm learning to value myself as I am, and think and think better in that he wanted to be.
Today I start a new semester of academic activities, I propose that in addition to obtaining results equal to or higher than the previous semester, a better person. To see if this way I can understand and maintain what being queer is not equal to other gays.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Dark Spot On Edge Of Lcd Tv
That He am I ... and, I'm so proud to say it
This happened on Sunday night June 28, the same day that the Russian chess meet Dmitri Yakovenko 26, the date of death of one of the doctors hard Metabolism and once I read a couple of semesters, I mean Francisco Grande Covián.
And it would be inevitable to mention that the Catholic Church to this day is for the commemoration of St. Irenaeus of Lyon, and I imagine it would cause for many liturgical ceremonies and things like that.
But if I am, this date by the Roman calendar is 179 days since this is not a leap year, otherwise it would be day 180.
excuse what dandy, but can not find words to describe the June 28, the day forty years ago there in a pack of New York areperas fags and clung to the police for supposedly suffering repression and their rights ... mm as if these "abnormal" and "communists" have rights.
Returning to the present, which is already past. Imagine that there is a "fag" ( Nothing "weird" in our society, as day after day more "datura" out of the closet) , that "slut" is on vacation ( Mmm, what what, until they are cloistered nuns also have vacation) , the holiday is taking place in Santa Marta pseudociudad (Santa Marta .. ahh that "philandering" .. I know "crazy" to spend their holidays in Ibiza, in San Francisco or Rio de Janeiro ) the "chupapitos" this is walking with her parents on the beach at about ten p.m. (With your parents?, another "deviant" ... it got like that because his mom sobreprotegía .. look no more, still lives with her) .
In its course through the bay, thanks to what the "gaydar" saw a group of "effete" sitting on the floor and talking (Of course, "those of other team "are coupled between them and God only knows that filthy being planned).
Later his father and mother led the "bisexuals" to a park - plaza, which this soplanucas "knew (If you see .. I told you, the "muerdealmohadas" it has no choice, so it is "asshole")
While walking and back to hotel, passed by a narrow and paved road ( Ohh "poor man", her glass slippers may be broken with stones ... and what about your pedicure, and hey are you sure that this "coffee milk "could walk?, because you never know how was the" squashed the beans "last night).
Walking through this place the "fagot" that he heard music he liked, and that in itself was unusual to hear in the place I was living your vacation, then there was a loud (Jeje, bad bad was out there a song by Gloria Trevi, Thalia, or Madonna, and I imagine that this "split hand" danced in the street).
The "wrist drop" continued walking and disturbed where it came from the music, especially the connotation of the day: One Sunday night (That was that "cornetero" wanted to come to dance where the music originated denuded there and who knows what dirty tricks do) , cu 'm right beside you view a small "den" with an arched window and flag it (Again .. if you see that I go back to being right, all the "fags" are like that only care about partying, drugs, suck, fuck and you .. are a bunch of "Holes" ) , but not just any flag, this banner measuring approximately 50 cm long and 70 cm wide (I've seen bigger flag ... what tell me the flag of Colombia there in front of the building of Radio Nacional de Colombia, on Calle 26 in Bogota ) , also did not have any insignia or emblems and colors not inciting war between peoples, nor the sovereignty of a state, or the hegemony of the Mighty (Do not give more than enough ... the Northern recórrete Bogota, near the embassy area and find the you want, the country that you fancy, even when riding in a bus down the street 68 to the point of the race 17, in front of the "Revival" will find many flags ... and if I'm not represent peace ... because ... Revival is a "religion") .
Its red, orange, yellow, green, blue and violet, produced a smile from ear to ear in man this "that likes to burst leagues "the paradoxical and surprising thing is that is your cotiadianeidad, this guy hates the flag and its explosion of color, however, this time led in this" hack " a sense of company as if "sucks dick" is not the only thing different, and that he is gay and he feels proud of it.
PS Sorry for the delay of this publication, but for less than two days notice the call. Blogger community-driven, particularly by my friend "The Joker" ... This is a clear reflection of that use little blog, I hope not continue this way (at least for the time I have left vacacaiones).
The terms I used to call themselves, were taken from "101 Ways To call a Gay" written by Fernando Flores de SentidoGay.com
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