si-maro wrote:

matthew wrote:

si-maro wrote:I once BUMMED someone and I liked his ANUS and it was very sexy to have his POO all over my BIG COCK and I like to watch WOMEN make out cos all they need is a BIG, DEEP, DICK inside them and maybe they'd like to be BUMMED too cos they like SODOMY the filthy HEATHENS.

I'd like to amend this post for two reasons:

1) it's 5am in England and I'm drunk as hell.

2) but it's still more coherent than anything you've argued, Matty my fine-ased young piece of chicken....

In alcohol there is truth, my British friend......usually....but pray continue!

Don't fuck with me and let me suck you off. Big Matthew dick in my throat, oh yeah.

That's more like it, wot......just let it all out.

On Castro St. and Market in San Francisco there is an old bar called the Twin Peaks.

It's a dark, elegant, pretty quiet bar.

The clientele of this bar is middle-aged and older gay men. It is safe to say that a lot of these men came to SF in the 60s and 70s, migrated to the Castro district, and endured who-knows-what to help create the first overtly gay community in the U.S. And they've been drinking at the Twin Peaks for a long time.

On the few occasions when I have had drinks at the Twin Peaks, I have looked around and thought about how many funerals, for dear friends, lovers, cherished people, each of these men have attended in their lives.
10? 20? 50? More?

Twin Peaks. Salut.

H-GM wrote:Matthew, it's like Fort Knox on your MySpace page. What's your last name or e-mail addy so I can friend you.

my last name is in my signature. feel free to add me!

Bradley R. Weissenberger wrote:I will never again go to a gay bar.

They're much too dangerous.

Shit. This story just gets crazier.

Jesus H. Christ. Not an uplifting story.

matthew wrote:

H-GM wrote:Matthew, it's like Fort Knox on your MySpace page. What's your last name or e-mail addy so I can friend you.

my last name is in my signature. feel free to add me!

I can't friend you on MySpace. Are you mad? You don't like me. You think that I am imperfect and beneath you. You believe that because of my nature I should hide in the shadows. You feel that I don't own the privilege to express and receive love, and if I somehow act on this privilege I am shoving it down your throat. My lifestyle is destructive and my acts are sinful. To friend me would warrant your pity and I don't need that. It's narrow and ignorant thoughts such as the ones you espouse that fuel hatred and violence towards gays, lesbians, and the transgendered. I proudly represent the former and support the latter. You've written so much nonsense on the matter of homosexuality that it's difficult where exactly to begin, so I'll just say this: I love men. I love the smell of them. I crave their rough exteriors and delight in their ability to fuck and then get the fuck out. I also relish the times I fall in love with them. The complete fulfillment I receive from love, Matthew, it's fucking amazing. It pleases me that I can spill my seed wherever and not worry about bringing an innocent new life into a horrible world filled with prejudices and hatred.

Friend you? I don't think so.

connor wrote:

Bradley R. Weissenberger wrote:I will never again go to a gay bar.

They're much too dangerous.

Shit. This story just gets crazier.

This is the guy.

http://www.cnn.com/2006/US/02/05/robida/index.html

dude died.

Linus Van Pelt wrote:

connor wrote:

Bradley R. Weissenberger wrote:I will never again go to a gay bar.

They're much too dangerous.

Shit. This story just gets crazier.

This is the guy.

Linus, that was a little too much, but thanks for the link all the same.


my god.

the fucked up thing in the profile is that he took some "Juggalo quiz" online (I think it's a few quizzes above the 'Friends Space' and it said his weapon was a hatchet.)

my god.