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Hello to you all! Again I come back from a hospital stay of 10 days, I was emergency surgery Thursday, December 3, I peritonitis, I do not wish that on anyone, I hope I'm fine finish the 2014 and 2015 will be a good year for me, I'll be a bit more active in the coming days.

I love guys! But im wordering when I started to figure that out? It must have been sometime in primary school because I remember I used to love looking at the boys dress up in school plays but I can't quite remember that exact moment if there even was one! So what about everyone else, what's your first memory of likening a guy or guysjQuery182033927549235522747_1423693885917 :)

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<p>you walk in to a fast food joint and say i'd like a hot dog and the guy behind the counter says "what size do you like, i have big or small", you pause and think how to respond. lmao. :P</p> <p>or you walk in a Subway and they say do you prefer 6 inch or a faotlong. lol.</p> <p>and they say food is just for eating :P</p>

4 weeks ago I had a lots of fun with this young man in the picture and he called me yesterday just asking can we do something nice this weekend, together...

Well... I thought very carefully (about 5 seconds) what to answer him. So I'll meet him in a bar after 2 hours and we'll start with a jug of Mojito. As a starter. What comes

after that I have no idea yet... maybe let you know... Wild Weekend for all you Boys! :)

 

 

 

 

 

I've been woke this morning by a dream, this dream was about my mom but I already forgot what was my dream. Why do we forgot the dream we have when we sleep? It seemed so real, maybe that's why we called it a dream. Dreams are the messengers of our unconscious and I like to think that my Mom was talking to me this morning. 

Six years, you were only 40 yo and I still don't understand why and not sure I want to find the answer. There's so many things I would like to tell you Mom but I'm sure you know what I want to tell you. You were able to read in me like in an open book. Why I didn't tell you these things when You were with us ? Probably because we think that you will be there forever. 

It has been six years since you left us and it seems to me an eternity, suffering is terribly present in me even today.

 Sometimes I feel like you're still here with us and I can call you to talk with you or go visit you only to talk with you just like we were doing when I was still a child. 

However after these moments of illusion, reality strikes me in the face and my little heart bursts leaving the pain to seize my being. You're no longer there to talk, laugh or going mad at me Mom. My beloved companion, my best friend, my beloved Mother is no longer there to share, to listen to me, to console me, to encourage me, to support me. You were so important to me and especially since Papa's death.

I know that after all this time I should feel better but when I think about the relationship we both had, I understand. I understand why you miss me and why I feel like my world is collapsing. You were the center of my life. You were everything to me Mom. You have given me love, tenderness, security, strength, happiness and all that a child may need X 1000. Your presence, your support, your patience, your admiration, your understanding, your listening and the thousands of magnificent qualities you had allowed me to live a life of the most magnificent. You gave me everything, Mom, you were a formidable Mother and a friend out of the ordinary. What more could a life ask?

 Then this is Mother, why today  I still miss you so much and I suffer so much from your absence. As painful as  your absence can be, the 40 years that you spent with us were worth it.

 I would love to hold you in my arms Mom and tell you how much I love you. Happy Mother's Day Mom.

 Guys, call your Mom today and tell her how much you love her, don't wait that it's too late

I Thought about writing a blog, but as the hot water from the shower poured acrossed my clothed body, i stood absentmindedly thinking about what a blog even is, Then it hit me! The rod that holds the shower curtains that is. Good times!

Does anybody know where my friend Roughy disappeared to? Did he tell anybody anything? WE WERN'T REALLY FRIENDS, BUT I ENJOYED TROLLING HIS WALL

i was thirteen.me and  friend of mine went for a walk in the woods. got to my fort and it just happened. not really any talking about it or anything.we had been friends for quite a while.. i had to piss and so did he. i commented on how nice he looked down there. he laughed and complimented me also. we really didn't know what to  do with each other so we just went for it. for such a little guy he was fairly hung. . at thirteen he was about 6.5" so nice.i was about 5"we really built a special relationship that day. it was our little secret.miss him to this day. it lasted until we were 18. its amazing how a bit of curiosity can turn into so much fun.

anyone willing to share their thoughts?