it's called fantasy. In there, anything happens, and anything does. details disolve, faes blend, you forget whose limbs are whose, sensations can bursta into fireworks, thoughts become real, you roll like thunder in some made-up workd and dream like a happy puppy with a stomach full of milk. so when I am commenting on your posts, it may be that I am not commenting at all, i am slugging your face with hard masculine kisses.

Ha! 'masculine kisses' - what a fucking oxymoron! pushing envolopes of gay and male and tough and homo, take all the labels and strip yourself away. there, that's where you'll find me, ready to punch someone and sing a madonna song at the same time. define me - and you'll see me escape your label. like the end of the rainbow... you think you know where i am grounded.. and then i'm gone.

i take and i give. i dance and i push. and please, oh fuck please, dear god... tell me he likes dick... because i'd choke on his meat anyday... it's called fantasy.

tell me yours....


(note to self, posting at 4am can seriously damage your reputation)

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