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Added: 1015 days ago / Views: 210 i'm in a rather bitter mood today! i hate the holiday season.. i hate the upcoming winter weather! hahaha.. i hate the fact i have NO prospect of any kind of relationship! and i hate the fact that...not even porn is doin anything for me now! lolss

has anybody ever felt this way? am i just efing weird!
happy thxgiving every1
XD
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I am alive
Added: 1015 days ago / Views: 221 Just so everyone knows I went to my friend Randy"s funeral Sunday. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done. Fortunately the casket was closed I don't think I could have dealt with looking at his corpse. His parents were polite but didnt know quite how to deal with me. His sister however was more friendly. I guess she and Randy were closer and shared more details of his life on the streets.

I havent cried so much in a long time. Cecilia took me home and I made it through the night and luckily its this time of year so Home Depot has me working almost non stop. I dont have time to sit around alone and think about it. Infact I just got home and found many concerned emails from my friends on here. I love you all! I have not had so many people that cared about me in a very long time. Right now I smell like ass so I am going to take a shower and then perhaps catch up on some videos

Thanks again my dear friends
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Living without a Boyfriend
Added: 1015 days ago / Views: 228 Just what are we doing wrong when we dont have a Boyfriend for a long period.
Does it mean were too shy,afraid of committment,Scared of being hurt,Only
interested in one night stands,Scared that were not good enough for someone
or just happy with our own company.Id love to know your thoughts please !!
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so wondering if anybody ever thought what would there life be if the were straight
Added: 1015 days ago / Views: 129 i guess i wonder about that from time time. especially i feel as thou allot of the gay community play games. and well are really interested in what u have to offer. don't get me wrong there are some guys out there that aren't like that however not many. and i am also not saying that it doesn't happen in the straight world however i think it happens allot less. again also don't get me wrong i have met allot of guys and have had allot of sex. the problem has always been finding someone honest. the problem has always been finding that one guy that wants just one guy and not many. and in the gay world that is very hard to find even the guys that i know that are in relationships i have seen (yes seen) then play around on there partner. heck when i have been in a relationship im not even online. but yet i see guys on line. that claim they are with someone. and yes i have been in relationships as well. heck my longest one was for 18 years and we are still friends.
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Skype
Added: 1015 days ago / Views: 190 Somebody want to Skype add subzerox77
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Just Imagine if we didnt have the internet?
Added: 1016 days ago / Views: 335 When I was a teenager my porn was limited to skin mags and the occasional trip to the video arcade in the big city. What about you?
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I think I posted something twice
Added: 1016 days ago / Views: 125 But normally when I post I get red lettering telling me what I wrote was posted. My last post never had that, so I posted it again. Sorry for the re-post if that happens.
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You guys won't believe me for the world, but I'm telling this to all my family and friends no matter how it makes me look.
Added: 1016 days ago / Views: 135 Ok so I’m sitting here bored off my ass. The phone rang and the caller ID said “United States Gov”. Before my father died we got calls from the VA all the time and the caller ID always read “US Government” and usually it would be a recorded reminder that my dad had an appointment and I would have to press 1 to keep the appointment or 2 if we weren’t going to make it. Also, after dad died I was supposed to send them, or bring them in my dad’s death certificate just for their records, but I keep forgetting to do so.
Anyway, so that’s what I thought about when I answered the phone and I even had my apologies all lined up for them, but when I answered it a woman asked. “Is this David?” I said. “Yes ma’am” Then she said. “Please hold for the president.”
Ok so I froze and stopped breathing. I can’t remember being so scared, or nervous, or excited. I don’t even know what I was feeling. So the next thing I heard was “Dave!” I knew it was president Obama’s voice, but I couldn’t speak for a moment there trying to figure out the proper etiquette when talking to the president when there is no reason in the world you should be.
So I managed. “Yes mister president.”
“Listen.” He said. “I just had some questions about your letter.”
Right now I’m freaking out because I knew I never wrote him a letter. I sent in $10.00 for his re-election and that was all and it sounded like he was going to continue talking. I didn’t want him to say anything that wasn’t any of my business, so I cut him off and said. “Mr President. I never sent you a letter. I think you have the wrong number.”
He said. “This isn’t David _______?” I won’t repeat the name.
I said. “No sir. I wish I was.”
He said. “I’m so sorry.”
I laughed and said. “Sir if ever I wasn’t annoyed with a wrong number; it’s right now.”
He laughed and wished me happy holidays and I did the same and hung up. Best wrong number ever!
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They say he's the male version of Britney Spears: Canadian Steeve Foster
Added: 1016 days ago / Views: 120 We are Fans of 18 yo Steeve Foster! we need help from you guys!!!! That guy is an angel, he's a star! i met him once and he took 2 HOURS to cheer me up cause i was nervous and having a bad day and he doesn't even know me! I'm his biggest fan since,and WE (his fans) are on a mission! make him more and more famous til he gets signed! EVEN randy jackson said on his website that steeve was the next superstar! He's sweet,hot,humble,talented and we, a bunch of fans are getting his name outthere!We love him! <3 Who's with us! let's make him big!let's buy his song ,like his Fb page and spread the words! ^^

HIS TWITTER: http:www.twitter.com/steeve_foster
HIS FACEBOOK:https://www.facebook.com/SteeveFoster
DOWNLOAD HIS NEW SINGLE: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/what-ur-looking-4/id578981309?i=578981323
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They say he's the male version of Britney Spears: Canadian Steeve Foster
Added: 1016 days ago / Views: 132 We are Fans of 18 yo Steeve Foster! we need help from you guys!!!! That guy is an angel, he's a star! i met him once and he took 2 HOURS to cheer me up cause i was nervous and having a bad day and he doesn't even know me! I'm his biggest fan since,and WE (his fans) are on a mission! make him more and more famous til he gets signed! EVEN randy jackson said on his website that steeve was the next superstar! He's sweet,hot,humble,talented and we, a bunch of fans are getting his name outthere!We love him! <3 Who's with us! let's make him big!let's buy his song ,like his FB page and spread the words!

HIS TWITTER: steeve_foster
HIS FACEBOOK:SteeveFoster
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They say he's the male version of Britney Spears: Canadian Steeve Foster
Added: 1016 days ago / Views: 129 We are Fans of 18 yo Steeve Foster! we need help from you guys!!!! That guy is an angel, he's a star! i met him once and he took 2 HOURS to cheer me up cause i was nervous and having a bad day and he doesn't even know me! I'm his biggest fan since,and WE (his fans) are on a mission! make him more and more famous til he gets signed! EVEN randy jackson said on his website that steeve was the next superstar! He's sweet,hot,humble,talented and we, a bunch of fans are getting his name outthere!We love him! <3 Who's with us! let's make him big!let's buy his song ,like his Fb page and spread the words! ^^

HIS TWITTER: http:www.twitter.com/steeve_foster
HIS FACEBOOK:https://www.facebook.com/SteeveFoster
DOWNLOAD HIS NEW SINGLE: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/what-ur-looking-4/id578981309?i=578981323
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They say he's the male version of Britney Spears: Canadian Steeve Foster
Added: 1016 days ago / Views: 129 We are Fans of 18 yo Steeve Foster! we need help from you guys!!!! That guy is an angel, he's a star! i met him once and he took 2 HOURS to cheer me up cause i was nervous and having a bad day and he doesn't even know me! I'm his biggest fan since,and WE (his fans) are on a mission! make him more and more famous til he gets signed! EVEN randy jackson said on his website that steeve was the next superstar! He's sweet,hot,humble,talented and we, a bunch of fans are getting his name outthere!We love him! <3 Who's with us! let's make him big!let's buy his song ,like his Fb page and spread the words! ^^

HIS TWITTER: http:www.twitter.com/steeve_foster
HIS FACEBOOK:https://www.facebook.com/SteeveFoster
DOWNLOAD HIS NEW SINGLE: https://itunes.apple.com/us/album/what-ur-looking-4/id578981309?i=578981323
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Wrestling Videos
Added: 1016 days ago / Views: 427 does anyone have any to post/know where to find good ones? Also who else like wrestling?
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Been a hard month
Added: 1016 days ago / Views: 300 I feel as of late that the world is beating on my sholders and I am not sure I am gonna beat it or fall on my ass. Seems like everytime I turn around someone is either upset or I need to be strong for them and I never get, "Hey man are you okay" not once in the slightest. I do still wear my braclets on my wrist to remind me not to cut and its hard sometimes. I know I am being stupid and I just need to breath, but sometimes it hurts to stay strong sometimes. Some nice friendly advice would be real nice right about now, so I dont fall on my ass. (And no Its not for attention, just would like a helping hand)---Johnny
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The ads on this site are nasty
Added: 1016 days ago / Views: 485 Like this site, but the sidebar ads are friggen disgusting. Not sexy at all.
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Does anyone have a secret?
Added: 1016 days ago / Views: 274 You don't have to tell us what the secret is, but on a scale of 1 to 10 how bad is the secret? Is it about you or someone important to you and how long have you kept this to yourself?
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Hello all!
Added: 1016 days ago / Views: 143 I'm "new" here (just made an account) and I just wanted to say hi :). I've been a "spectator" for a year or so, but I figured it was time to become a member of the community.

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Hot Names
Added: 1016 days ago / Views: 378 Does anyone have a favorite name for someone they want to date or hook-up with? I think the right name can make a guy 10% to 15% hotter because it would be so great to whisper it in his ear when we make out. For instance, I always wanted to date someone named Jae or Tyler. Anyone else have a favorite guy name(s)?
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After the election
Added: 1016 days ago / Views: 345 After the election some of the amendments seem to make more sense now. Some states legalised gay marriage and marijuana on the same day.

Leviticus 20:13

"If a man lays with another man he should be stoned"

We have just been interpreting the scripture wrong for all these years

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Being Gay, in a Catholic High School in 2012
Added: 1016 days ago / Views: 174 PinkNews.co.uk reader Andrew Doughty writes about what it’s like to be a gay teenager in a British Catholic school in 2012.

I’m sure we’ve all the heard the words ‘Faggot’, ‘Queer’, ‘Dyke’ and many other, ‘pleasant’ terms thrown around at some point in our lives. In a high school setting this could seriously knock a LGBT teen down in confidence, alongside lack of education and general knowledge of all things LGBT, I want to ask, is high school really all that bad for a LGBT teen and are things really ‘getting better’?

I remember sitting at my computer desk four years ago as a twelve year old, questioning why I had so much homework, why I was the only one in my friendship group who didn’t have pictures of half naked females on my phone (which of course, as a twelve year old I never used.) But what concerned me more, was why did I feel so uneasy around some of the guys at school, originally I just assumed I was nervous and conscious of my weight, but then of course I realised, I was gay.

Of course, as a twelve year old boy this was the worst thing possible; my friends would hate me, I was doomed to contract AIDs and I was of course, going to become the talk of the school if anyone found out, I would be the queer boy who’s family would surely hate him. Initially, in my fear and naivety, the 12 year old me thought it was only a phase, I was a good person, an academic boy who was a bit chubby, but happy enough; and undoubtedly, that meant I couldn’t be gay, right?

Upon entering my third academic year at school I eventually came to terms with my sexuality, but lacked the confidence to come out. I had dropped most of my fears, I knew that AIDs wasn’t just an ‘LGBT-only’ condition. Still, I was a little in the dark about things; going to a Catholic school meant that sex and relationships were hardly discussed, unless the word ‘Family’ was being rammed down your throat. I had absolutely no chance learning about LGBT relationships.

After comfort eating my way from September onwards I found myself constantly stressed, I hated school and to be quite honest I just wanted to stay at home all the time. At this point I had told around seven of my friends. Many more knew of course, both by suspicion and I later found out one of my friends had told others; but forgive and forget. I finally came out March 14, the third year into high school aged 14.

I was knocked with confusion, why did the people who had previously called me a ‘Fag’ and insisted I come out suddenly start to respect me? From this moment, life seemed to lift up. My mood swings became a lot less frequent and the friends I fell out with started to be pretty civil with me.

Writing this nearly two years on, I’m now deputy-head boy of my school and life seems to be the complete opposite of how I imagined being out of the closet like, at the age of twelve. I’ve had no problems with my sexuality.

But I have wondered on the odd occasion, why does there seem to be a witch-hunt with people my age about their suspected LGBT peers and why have schools done next to nothing to educate people about sexuality?

Whenever I attend parties, it’s very much a usual occurrence for a number of my slightly drunken friends (and friends of friends) to come along and engage in the: ”So, how did you know you was gay?” or ”How do two men have sex Andrew?” conversations. Which of course, were irritating at first but then it dawned on me…How can people accept me, how can they accept anyone LGBT if they don’t understand them and why they love the people they do, or be the person they want to be.

To be blunt, more needs to be done to make people more accepting. High schools will only become more tolerant, when people my age are in the know. How can the average person possibly be accepting of someone when all their life they’ve never been told, that being gay is just as acceptable as being heterosexual, that being transgender is normal; that having all these thoughts and feelings, that you have when you’re entering puberty, are all normal.

I’d hardly say high school is a safe haven just yet for LGBT teens. Hateful comments seem to be less common place, but casual homophobic slurs are ever present. Today alone I counted as I went about my school life. The word ‘Faggot’ was used twice, once in PE when someone in my class used the term ‘Faggot pass’ and then later in the week, a lower-school pupil called his friend a faggot for not lending him some money.

”It’s only casual.” You may say, but I have friends who, because of stuff they hear around and out of school are fearful of coming out and for what? Casual homophobic comments.

Things look brighter for LGBT teens, I feel like I’ve got first hand experience of that. But much more needs to be done before things are as they should be. I certainly feel it’s achievable. But we’ll have to see what the future brings, but I’m sure wherever it goes – it will be more accepting and equal.

Andrew tweets at @MrAndrewDougty
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What's your number?
Added: 1017 days ago / Views: 359 What is the most number of guys you have had sex with at the same time. I have been with 3 other guys at the same time while we were having sex in a hot tub at a clothing optional resort in Key West.
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How often do you bottom? 100% 50% 0%? Just curious.
Added: 1017 days ago / Views: 334 I personally bottom about 30% of the time, I really enjoy bottoming but prefer to top.
What are everyone else's percentages?
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ROYAL VISIT
Added: 1018 days ago / Views: 487 We have a royal visit in NZ from Prince Charles - that is so cool!

http://www.nzherald.co.nz/nz/news/article.cfm?c_id=1&objectid=10846584

I like Prince Charles, he seems to hav done lots of good work for yers helping people and giving publiciy to things like the evironment and organic farming and stuff.

He is in Welly on Wednesday 1:30 and im going to be there.

Gotta feel sorry for the Yanks an others who have republics :P you guys never get royal visits do you? hahaha :P

Who do u reckon is the bes looking royal? who would ya want to root most?
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Uploading Avatar Step-By-Step w/ pictures
Added: 1018 days ago / Views: 426 Image with steps -> http://imageshack.us/f/69/uploadpicturegbt.png

(1) Go to www.picresize.com (No registration required)
(2) Click "Choose File"
(3) Select image you want
(4) Click "Continue" button
(5) Click on drop down box, select "Custom Size..."
(6) Change width & height amount from "Percent" to "Pixels"
(7) Set width for "100" & height for "120" (the required size for GBT avatar)
(8) You can choose a special effect, or skip it
(9) Then click "I'm Done, Resize My Picture"
(10) Click "Save To Disk"
* the image will be saved in "downloads" folder" *
(11) Click "Edit Profile" link at the top of your page
(12) Click "Profile Picture" tab
(13) Click "Choose File" button & select saved image (in downloads folder)
(14) Finally click "Upload" and your done!


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Tattoos
Added: 1018 days ago / Views: 197 Why do beautiful young men with hot and super well built bodies insist on defiling them by covering them with insideious tattoos? If I had a nice smooth set of abs or beautiful biceps etc the last thing I would want to do is hide them under ink, jeeze I hear guys complain about body hair!
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Uploading problems?
Added: 1018 days ago / Views: 168 Some of the videos I post just seem to vanish. I don't get anyerror message and they don't appear on my video list. Anyone know why that might be? There's nothing wrong with their content - Just horny wanking! Not underage or anything like that...
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Is it ok, when gay people (mostly mens) decide to live isolated voluntarily?
Added: 1018 days ago / Views: 218 A new question: is it ok, in your opion, when a gay man decides to live isolated voluntarily, without friends, family and so on? When he is a little bit mysanthropic? All gays are other. No gay is equal. Some people need more space for them than others. In the past time often, today sometimes, gay mens lived isolated, with books and art, don´t visit often events, cut the contact to the family, to friends, former classmades and have a job, but not interessted to interact with the collegues by private. Some say, oh this people are cracy, they need help etc. But do they? When you decide to live in such a case, for you it is ok. For your environment maybe not. But you must decide, how you want to live. No one forced you to live without people, but no one forced you to live with people. The main thing is: you are lucky, when you are lucky, when you are isolated, it´s ok, when you are lucky with people, it´s of course ok. BUT YOU must decide! Think of that and when you have a (young) man in your neighbourhood, in your class, your university, your job etc, who is a little bit excentric and lives quite isolated, don´t cry with him. Give him a chance and you will go to an other world! Not every people, who are socialiced, are normal and not every people, who lived isolated, are crazy!
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horny and hungry
Added: 1018 days ago / Views: 224 when god created us he thought of everything. horny and hungry are very similar. if he hadn't created hungry we might starve to death without realizing it. if we did not get horny we would not have sex and procreate. we would become extinct. thank god for his infinite wisdom.
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bottoms
Added: 1018 days ago / Views: 447 when you bottom how do you like to best orgasm? jo yourself, partner jerk you off, switch to oral, flip flop? my bf prefers to cum while i am in him still pumping. he likes me to jack him, but when he gets close he wants to jack himself and edge and control his orgasm. if we can time it out to both cum together it is great.
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If you could have sex with any hollywood star who would you pick?
Added: 1018 days ago / Views: 904 If anyone says Brad Pitt I will personally track you down and slap you silly, if anyone was a overexposed underrated loser its him.
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Looking for a personal model
Added: 1018 days ago / Views: 307 Hi everybody! I am looking for some guys who would like to make me vids. I have some cool scripts. I prefer bondage. :)
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Have u fucked a girl when u really young?
Added: 1018 days ago / Views: 136 I know this is a gays site and I am gay but I would like to hear anyone who did this like how old were and the girl and hom did it happen. Did u cum dry or wet.
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I am not whining but I need to share this with someone.
Added: 1019 days ago / Views: 425 One of the requirements of my probation and the thing that help keeps my sane is all of us that made it through rehab meet in a group, kind of like an AA meeting once a month. We are able to be ourselves and talk about our past with people who have been there and know our "demons" first hand.

Anyway last night I was deeply saddened to find out that a friend, who I had been on the street with, indeed we had helped each other survive. Had committed suicide. There were no warning signs, he was one of Cecilia's patients she said he showed no signs. No cries for help. He just opened the arteries in his wrists and bled out on his kitchen floor. Cecilia told me that most often people who want to commit suicide dont talk about it they just do it without warning.

I am really confused and upset and depressed about this. Randy did not have HIV. He was a great looking guy with a lot going for him. Cecilia had helped him get his GED and next year he was going to start junior college. He didnt leave a note. Why would he throw everything away?

I am sorry to write this depressing blog this morning but I cannot share this with anyone at work without revealing my past. I just needed to vent Thanks for listening
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Please Don't Feed the Animals
Added: 1020 days ago / Views: 257 I offer this just as a thought. When confronted with a thing that feeds on raw emotion...do not feed it...ignore it and let it die. To feed it back only encourages it to continue to spew venom. It cannot survive being ignored...it withers away like a turd in the rain.
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First sex in Boy Scouts.
Added: 1020 days ago / Views: 801 When I was 12 years old I joined Boy Scouts. At most overnights and every summer camp guys were experimenting with gay sex. That's where I first jacked off with another boy. That's where I first sucked on another boy's dick. It was way fun and lots of the boys were doing it. If you had the same experience and want to share everything we each did, send me an e-mail to br617@yahoo.com. Let's talk about scouts!
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dale felder's life story,written in many languages,english, german, russian, chinese, french, japanese,india,hindi,italian,
Added: 1020 days ago / Views: 190 dale felder's life story,written in many languages,english, german, russian, chinese, french, japanese,india,hindi,italian,

hi friends im dale felder, im a author, designer, writer, photographer, and i live in sanfrancisco, california, you read my new photo books click the links here> http://www.blurb.com/books/3599526 http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/3640438 http://www.youtube.com/goodvibetv

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hi friends my name is mr dale felder I live in san Francisco California, and this is my life story, I came here to San Francisco in 1979, but I was born in Kansas City mo., February 15,1957, today is the mouth of May 2012, so that makes me a 55 years old black man, so you do the math. ha ha and I know your probably riding high in the sky on a airplaine and reading my book just to pass the time away. Or maybe you're just sitting in a Starbucks coffee shop reading my book on your apple computer and your ebook. Or riding on a train with that little reading light on above your head and your just having a laid back quiet spiritrual moment with yourself our you good now? So let me tell you about my life's journey it starts in Kansas City mo, my mother and father met in the early 1950s and got married. My brother was born 1955, then me and my other brother came later 1957, then my mother had an enlarged weak heart and she died when I was two years old. And a day after my mother died my father marred the 18 year old girl who lived upstairs from us in the apartment building. so she became my step mother and she would baby sit me and my brothers when my mother was sick in the hospital. I never knew my real mother the sound of her voice her touch but never the less my dear sweet mother's life did have a purpose. and shortly after my mother's death my father used her life insurance policy to buy a two story house. now it's the year 1959 and were all living in this big and when his brother grows out of the shoes. and my father had to go bear footed to school all his child hood because they was to poor in the 1930s and he only went to the six grade because my father had to work in the cotton fields, water melon fields, he was used as child labor back in the 1930s and my fathers, father killed his mother and a black preacher and his wife took him and his brothers in their home and treated him bad. the south treated him bad all of his life and when he was 18 years old in the 1940s my father went to the army in Paris and Germany his job in the army was to unload the ships like tanks, guns, bombs, and the black men had the most deadliest job unloading the bombs from the ships. And when my father got out of the army he ended up in Kansas City, mo., how? I don't know he never told us but Kansas City, mo. must have been better than the south. because he got good job at a steel company in Kansas city where he became foreman and supervisor of that company and I remember in 1970 I was the 7th grade my father was in the hospital for about two weeks my step mother told us a steel wire went thru his chest in his lung. but I really think my father had to fire a man on the job and the man stabbed my father in the chest. but my step mother never took us to see him in the hospital but I didn't care at that time. But all I know is I had a nice vacation from getting a beat down by him. When my father got out of the hospital his mental state of mind had got worse my father's definitely had a mental problem he drank vodka on his days off from work and beat me or he beat my step mother. But all I know is that some body in my house was going get beat down by my father. Just for no reason at all or when he was having mental flash back about his jacked up life. my step mother would leave my father and go stay at her mothers house for about two weeks and our house would be real quiet and my father didn't beat no body the house whole time my step mother was gone. but after my father would be on the phone pleading to my step mother to come back so she came back and my father just be mean and agian and my father could'nt stop my step mother from having sex with other men. so my father put her in a mental ward at the hospital. where she stayed for about two weeks and i remember it was in the spring of 1970 i think i was about 13 years old. my whole family is in our big green station wagon and my uncle was sitting in the front seat with my father. and my father just driving along and talking to my uncle and my father was swirling, weaving the car in the street and driving crazy in the street and my father was trying to drive the car in the parking lot of the hospital but he could'nt get control of the steering wheel and my uncle had to grab the steering wheel and got in the drivers seat and finish driving in hospital emergency entrance and my nucle got my father in to the hospital and he layed him down on one of those flat hospital beds in the hall way. And the hospital people were buzzin around in the hall ways of the hospital and it was taken such a long time for some body to take care of my father. And while my father was lying on that flatbed his eyes were red and just staring up in the ceiling all glassy eyed and my father's head was raised up. And he was looking into all of our faces like it was the last time he was going to see us. And the look on his face was like he was afraid he was going to die. But I had mixed feeling what would my life be without my father? But my father didn't die he stayed in a mental ward of the hospital for about two week. And our house was nice and quiet while my father was gone. So we all went to the hospital to visit my father and he looks so pitiful with his head in his lap. So while my family was visiting with my father. I went walking around this big hospital just amusing myself and I saw a tray with a fresh jello and pudding cups on it. so I help myself to the goodies and since my father wasn't at home I could think to myself and it felt good and peaceful for a change in my life and as time went by I found out why my father had to go in the hospital. It was on my father's day off from his job, and my uncle and my father was experimenting with some kind of speed drugs and it had a bad reaction in my father's body so there now you know. and now I'm going to say this about my step mother she was a good mother and took good care of me and my brothers when we was sick because she was a nurse aid. and she tried to create a sense of normalcy in our home and on Christmas my step mother buys a green Christmas tree and HEY FRIENDS DO YOU WHAT TO READ MORE OS MY LIFE STORY? YOU GO TO THE LINK BELOW>http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/3640438


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hi friends read my story' "http://lulu.com/spotlight/dale57" http://dalefelder.webs.com
Added: 1020 days ago / Views: 192 dale felder's life story,written in many languages,english, german, russian, chinese, french, japanese,india,hindi,italian,

hi friends im dale felder, im a author, designer, writer, photographer, and i live in sanfrancisco, california, you read my new photo books click the links here> http://www.blurb.com/books/3599526 http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/3640438 http://www.youtube.com/goodvibetv

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hi friends my name is mr dale felder I live in san Francisco California, and this is my life story, I came here to San Francisco in 1979, but I was born in Kansas City mo., February 15,1957, today is the mouth of May 2012, so that makes me a 55 years old black man, so you do the math. ha ha and I know your probably riding high in the sky on a airplaine and reading my book just to pass the time away. Or maybe you're just sitting in a Starbucks coffee shop reading my book on your apple computer and your ebook. Or riding on a train with that little reading light on above your head and your just having a laid back quiet spiritrual moment with yourself our you good now? So let me tell you about my life's journey it starts in Kansas City mo, my mother and father met in the early 1950s and got married. My brother was born 1955, then me and my other brother came later 1957, then my mother had an enlarged weak heart and she died when I was two years old. And a day after my mother died my father marred the 18 year old girl who lived upstairs from us in the apartment building. so she became my step mother and she would baby sit me and my brothers when my mother was sick in the hospital. I never knew my real mother the sound of her voice her touch but never the less my dear sweet mother's life did have a purpose. and shortly after my mother's death my father used her life insurance policy to buy a two story house. now it's the year 1959 and were all living in this big and when his brother grows out of the shoes. and my father had to go bear footed to school all his child hood because they was to poor in the 1930s and he only went to the six grade because my father had to work in the cotton fields, water melon fields, he was used as child labor back in the 1930s and my fathers, father killed his mother and a black preacher and his wife took him and his brothers in their home and treated him bad. the south treated him bad all of his life and when he was 18 years old in the 1940s my father went to the army in Paris and Germany his job in the army was to unload the ships like tanks, guns, bombs, and the black men had the most deadliest job unloading the bombs from the ships. And when my father got out of the army he ended up in Kansas City, mo., how? I don't know he never told us but Kansas City, mo. must have been better than the south. because he got good job at a steel company in Kansas city where he became foreman and supervisor of that company and I remember in 1970 I was the 7th grade my father was in the hospital for about two weeks my step mother told us a steel wire went thru his chest in his lung. but I really think my father had to fire a man on the job and the man stabbed my father in the chest. but my step mother never took us to see him in the hospital but I didn't care at that time. But all I know is I had a nice vacation from getting a beat down by him. When my father got out of the hospital his mental state of mind had got worse my father's definitely had a mental problem he drank vodka on his days off from work and beat me or he beat my step mother. But all I know is that some body in my house was going get beat down by my father. Just for no reason at all or when he was having mental flash back about his jacked up life. my step mother would leave my father and go stay at her mothers house for about two weeks and our house would be real quiet and my father didn't beat no body the house whole time my step mother was gone. but after my father would be on the phone pleading to my step mother to come back so she came back and my father just be mean and agian and my father could'nt stop my step mother from having sex with other men. so my father put her in a mental ward at the hospital. where she stayed for about two weeks and i remember it was in the spring of 1970 i think i was about 13 years old. my whole family is in our big green station wagon and my uncle was sitting in the front seat with my father. and my father just driving along and talking to my uncle and my father was swirling, weaving the car in the street and driving crazy in the street and my father was trying to drive the car in the parking lot of the hospital but he could'nt get control of the steering wheel and my uncle had to grab the steering wheel and got in the drivers seat and finish driving in hospital emergency entrance and my nucle got my father in to the hospital and he layed him down on one of those flat hospital beds in the hall way. And the hospital people were buzzin around in the hall ways of the hospital and it was taken such a long time for some body to take care of my father. And while my father was lying on that flatbed his eyes were red and just staring up in the ceiling all glassy eyed and my father's head was raised up. And he was looking into all of our faces like it was the last time he was going to see us. And the look on his face was like he was afraid he was going to die. But I had mixed feeling what would my life be without my father? But my father didn't die he stayed in a mental ward of the hospital for about two week. And our house was nice and quiet while my father was gone. So we all went to the hospital to visit my father and he looks so pitiful with his head in his lap. So while my family was visiting with my father. I went walking around this big hospital just amusing myself and I saw a tray with a fresh jello and pudding cups on it. so I help myself to the goodies and since my father wasn't at home I could think to myself and it felt good and peaceful for a change in my life and as time went by I found out why my father had to go in the hospital. It was on my father's day off from his job, and my uncle and my father was experimenting with some kind of speed drugs and it had a bad reaction in my father's body so there now you know. and now I'm going to say this about my step mother she was a good mother and took good care of me and my brothers when we was sick because she was a nurse aid. and she tried to create a sense of normalcy in our home and on Christmas my step mother buys a green Christmas tree and sit it in the front room window and buy a lot of gifts and rap them up real nice and on the holidays all the family came over to our house because we had the biggest house in the family and we had some really big family picnics at that house there was big tables out in the big back yard and my father would put the ice cream machine together. and my step mother would make the ice cream mixture on the stove with eggs cream just all the stuff that make homemade ice cream etc., and all the aunts and grandmother's would be there cooking and the weather would be hot but we all just had a good family time. Things was not bad all and there were good time in my family but I just had to get the bad stuff out of my system and move of on with my life and my story. I like the early spring in that big house two story house. On 3217 Michigan, street, we lived in because my step mother would all ways be cooking food when I and my brothers would come in from school. And she would be cleaning that big house and waxing the hard wood floors. And the scent of pinesal would fill the air and a cool gentle breeze would blow through the open windows. after an early spring rain and make the flower printed curtains flap around and the white flower bushes in the front yard smell so sweet and I love smelling the yellow and white honey suckle vine that grew in the back yard and little thing like that made me feel happy and it's the early 1970s and I'm 15 years old and the family is loading up our furniture and moving to the suburbs pass 63th street where black people could not live in the 1950s and after the martin Luther king riot in 1968, the white people start leaving the so called whites only neighborhoods. And the black people start moving in so called white neighborhoods. And now our family is living in a new house in the suburbs it was small and had three small bed rooms and one little living room and a small kitchen. So now there are five of us living in this small house so now I'm going to a suburban high school and so what. That school and all the other schools I ever attended the teachers never did teach me anything. The teachers were beating me across my butt with a long thick wooden broad and that made my nervous system really bad thru out my childhood. Did you know I was in the seventh grade two times and the ninth grade two times well it's true. The Kansas City school system did nothing for me they got paid money for nothing. And there were no books in our house and whenever I would bring a school book home my father would throw it out and I never could find it any more. My father was not big fan of education so I just stop going to school. I wanted to be a photographer and clothes designer and there was no inspiration in my home and there was no inspiration in Kansas City in the 1970s so when I was nineteen years old in 1979 I went to job corps in Clearfield Utah it was my first airplane trip and it was a free trip to anywhere. And when I arrived in Clearfield Utah my fraternal twin brother had been there in job corps for an about two weeks and he was having mental stuff going on in his head. And fighting people in his dorm and when I found my brother he was sleeping on a top bunk when I walked in his dorm. but I didn't know I not allowed to enter the other dorms and few guys was looking at me real mean like they was going to beat me up. Until I woke my brother up then it was ok and we hung out and it was just like my brother was not even there, some time he was in space most time. and think we was together for a week and then the cafeteria had burn down and us job corps guys had to get up real early in the morning. And stand in the cool snowcapped mountain air and wait for this big yellow school bus to take us guys to a school cafeteria. to eat three time a day for about two weeks until they finish building our new cafeteria out of two dorm rooms on the job corps center and when I was at job corps I signed up to learn how to be cook. And I earned 25 dollars a week while I was in job corps but I really didn't like cooking but I kept cooking because job corps didn't have any other training I wanted to do. But I was having so much fun and all 80 guys living in my dorm would all go on these field trips high up in the Utah Mountains and along a rushing river. In a big wide beautiful green valley and we went on some many field trips I cannot count them. But I'm glad job corps was a part of my life journey for nine month of my young life and while I was in job corps it became a coed job corps center. The girls started coming in the job corps center from all over the world. And the guys in job corps were from all over the world and when the girls came to the center it was less fighting from the guys that was a good thing. and I was a big guy I could handle myself pretty good and it was three girls from the virgin islands and they like hanging out around me on the center I was sort of like a big brother to girls and job corps was a good experience for me to learn how to be on my own. I had good time and a lot of silly little boy fights but my nine months at job corps was up. and now I'm back home in Kansas City, mo. and my body is a lot bigger and my mind is a lot wiser and job corps sent me a 1000$ dollar check. And I never had that much money in my life. my oldest brother just got out of the navy and then he got married and his own home my other brother went to the navy I stayed at home for little while it was early spring my step mother had lift the home the same time I was going to job corps. and she was living in her own little apartment in midtown in our old hood on Linwood blv., and now im the last guy living at home and finally my father kicked me out the house. It was a hot summer day in Kansas City, mo. and got jobs as a dish washer at Denny's 24 hour restaurant on 39th, street main, because that's the only kind of work I could get. But I did eat well at those jobs and the economy was real good in the year 1979 and I thank god there were so many restaurants for me to work at. Now and I turned 20 years old and I'm on my own and no looking back ever again. everybody shut doors in my face so I lived in the YMCA hotel for 25 dollars a week in down town Kansas City, mo. and I was young and free gallivanting thru the city night life and I never been in a bar before so I walk in to this bar with low lights and it was a block from the ymca where I was staying and I order a soft drink. And I wasn't in there to long and the red head bartender lady said me hey frank over at the end of the bar want to buy you drink. I said ok and what kind of drink is that orange and red drink? The bartender said that's a tequila sunrise so I said I want one of those drink and this was the first time a man ever wanted to buy me anything. So I got up and walk and down to the other end of the bar and I sit next to this much older white man who had just bought me this drink. and I don't remember what we was talking about maybe it was the tequila sunrise and I didn't like the taste of liquor any way but the orange juice sure made it go down a lot easier.so while we're talkin and it seems like this white man's only interest was the size of my Johnson rod so this white man said to me lets go out to my car and I said ok and I do need some easy money so now we're sitting in this white man's car in the parking lot and whip out my Johnson rod and this white man grabs it and start bobbin my Johnson rod. I think I kind of like it or maybe it was just the tequila drink but any way I had just discovered that white men had a craving for the Johnson rod of black men. and discovered I can make money off my body and there was a time in the 1960s white men was chasseing black people out of their neighborhoods and in 1970s white men was driving in the black peoples neighborhoods to find young black guys to give oral to there Johnson rod what a laugh. And after I would get off from my food service job I would walk to down town Kansas City. And the bright neon light of the sex clubs and the strip clubs of Kansas City. HEY FRIENDS DO YOU WHAT TO READ MORE OS MY LIFE STORY? YOU GO TO THE LINK BELOW>http://www.blurb.com/bookstore/detail/3640438


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A Thought for the Day
Added: 1020 days ago / Views: 134 A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, he wordlessly picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was.

The professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was.

The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full.. The students responded with a unanimous 'yes.'

The professor then produced two Beers from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar effectively filling the empty space between the sand.The students laughed..

'Now,' said the professor as the laughter subsided, 'I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things---your family, your children, your health, your friends and your favorite passions---and if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house and your car.. The sand is everything else---the small stuff.

'If you put the sand into the jar first,' he continued, 'there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life.

If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff you will never have room for the things that are important to you.

Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness.

Spend time with your children. Spend time with your parents. Visit with grandparents. Take your spouse out to dinner. Play another 18. There will always be time to clean the house and mow the lawn.

Take care of the golf balls first---the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand.

One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the Beer represented. The professor smiled and said, 'I'm glad you asked.' The Beer just shows you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of Beers with a friend.
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Added: 1021 days ago / Views: 783 I was a late bloomer. summer i wss 13 going into 8th grade. i had dreadful experiences at summer camp the previous years as most the guys started already. my bf started at 11 and my younger bro was just before 12. my bf is 1 year and 2 months younger than me. we figured out that we started jerking before i did. i didnt understand homosexuality until i was 14-15. i knew i was different. i used to think i was gay because i didnt start puberty like the other boys. something was wrong with me. luckily i met this great guy and things started to fall into place. im 22 now and man the stories i could share about my teen years. how stupid and naive i was. but we live through it. just stirring up some discussion...
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