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Well after a shorter hospital stay than I was expecting, and a complete change of meds the news is....I am back. Happier than what I have been in a long time. I started to sign on yesterday but then I realised I was still too tired to last a chat session so I didn't sign in.

Doctor is happy with my progress and he told me since I was feeling and looking so much better I could go home - but he will still monitor me of course

Today I am much happier and brighter . Thank you to everyone for all your kind messages they really do mean a lot to me.   Steve xx

if you are down or just need a reassuring hug, or are experiencing bullying of some sort or other difficulties this is for you,

Ragnarok (Old Norse Ragnarök, “The Doom of the Gods”) is the name the pre-Christian Norse gave to the end of their mythical cycle, during which the cosmos is destroyed and is subsequently re-created. “Ragnarok” is something of a play on words; an alternate form, which sounds almost identical when spoken, is Ragnarøkkr, “The Twilight of the Gods.” The significance of this variation will be discussed below.

But first, here’s the tale itself:

The Doom of the Gods

Ominous prophecies and dreams had long foretold the downfall of the cosmos and of its gods and goddesses along with it. When the first of these prophesied events came to pass – the beloved god Baldur was killed by Loki and consigned to the underworld – the gods had to face the fact they could no longer escape their tragic destiny. They prepared as well as they could. Odin took a great deal of time and care selecting the ablest human warriors to join him in the final battle against the world-devouring giants. But, deep down, they knew that all of their desperate actions were in vain.

In Midgard, the realm of human civilization, people abandoned their traditional ways, disregarded the bonds of kinship, and sank into a wayward, listless nihilism. The gods weren’t exactly innocent of these same charges, however. They had broken oaths and fallen short of their expectations of one another on many occasions. (See, for example, The Fortification of Asgard and The Binding of Fenrir.) Three winters came in a row with no summer in between, a plodding, devastating season of darkness and frigidity which the prophecies had called the Fimbulvetr (or fimbulwinter, fimbulvinter) (“The Great Winter”).

At last, the pseudo-god Loki and his son, the dreaded wolf Fenrir, who had both been chained up to prevent them from wreaking further destruction in the Nine Worlds, broke free of their fetters and set about doing precisely what the gods who had imprisoned them had feared. Yggdrasil, the great world-tree that holds the Nine Worlds in its branches and roots, began to tremble.

The far-seeing Heimdall, the watchman of the gods’ fortress, Asgard, was the first to spy a vast army of giants headed for the celestial stronghold. Among the gruesome mass was the gods’ fickle friend, Loki, at the helm of the ship Naglfar (“Ship of the Dead”). Heimdall sounded his horn Gjallarhorn (“Resounding Horn”) to alert the gods, who were no doubt alarmed and despairing.

The giants set about destroying the abode of the gods and the entire cosmos along with it. Fenrir, the great wolf, ran across the land with his lower jaw on the ground and his upper jaw in the sky, consuming everything in between. Even the sun itself was dragged from its height and into the beast’s stomach. Surt, a giant bearing a flaming sword, swept across the earth and left nothing but an inferno in his wake.

But, like the heroes of a Greek tragedy, the gods fought valiantly to the end. Thor and the sea serpent Jormungand slew each other, as did Surt and the god Freyr, and likewise Heimdall and Loki. Odin and Tyr both fell to Fenrir (also called “Garmr” in some texts), who was then killed by Vidar, Odin’s son and avenger.

At last, in the ultimate reversal of the original process of creation, the ravaged land sank back into the sea and vanished below the waves. The perfect darkness and silence of the anti-cosmic void, Ginnungagap, reigned once more.

Some people do this.   Some people do that.    That doesn't mean it is right.    That doesn't mean it is wrong.    It's so good to get along even though one is wrong.    We can learn from our mistakes before it is too late.    So on every date open the gate!   For love!    Even if it escapes!    It always rates!

The great tragedy that happens in a friendship is the death of either friend.The memory of the dead will be very painful for the living one.Today I am in such a situation.The death of my dear friend Preston has left me with grief and memories of him.Some time back as I was posting on the walls of my friends I noticed the posts of Preston.And as he seemed to be a new member I visited his wall and posted a pic with a comment welcoming him to the GBT.I also gave him 5 stars.Preston also made a reply post and gave me too  5 stars.And there our friendship began.I regularly posted on his wall.And he posted back.He always added a comment of love like ‘Hello My Sweet Friend’ to his posts on my wall.I had sent an email appreciating his beautiful posts.He showed love and consideration to others.The pics he posted were beautiful and he had a good sense of humor which was evident in his witty comments added to the posts.After joining GBT he became dear to others within a short period of time.And it was proof of the quality of his character.He may not have posted on the walls of every GBT  member.Therefore many members didn’t know him.But he won the hearts of those members on whose walls he posted.That’s why he became dear to me.The assessment I made of him from our friendship is that he was a person with a good and loving heart.It was from his note on his wall that I knew about his accident.But the tone of his note indicated that he was on the path of recovery.But two days ago when I saw the note of Preston’s friend informing that he was in critical condition I realized that the hope of my beloved friend’s recovery was fading away. I prayed to God to give him longevity and health to bring him back to GBT so that he continues to be our dear friend and makes us happy with his posts.But the God decided otherwise.He called Preston back to his side.It’s said that God calls good people back to him very early.But the loss of such a good and lovable friend is unbearable.Nobody else can substitute him.I cried thinking of him.Our friendship was brief.But Preston created a long lasting impression on me with his love and affection.Death has snatched him away from me.But he will live in my heart as the dear and lovable friend.

 FIVE of my photo album collections have disappeared this afternoon, and they've been in place for months. Is this the result of the upgrade that is taking place? Can I expect to get them back, or are they gone forever?

No point in even talking about lust I reckon. I know what I like, physically and in the physicality of certain types of guys, and in how they express it or like to absorb me expressing it. Even a cursory sweep through GBT shows the same is true for everyone on here.

But what about the 'other stuff'. I avoided using the word 'love' just then. Love isn't even necessary, because, dunno what you guys think, but often fleeting affection, passing fondness, a kind of temporary meeting of minds, a sort of existential two-ships-passing thing can be just as meaningful, sometimes more rewarding and honest, than 'love', which is so possessive and often quickly becomes fake.

What's the balance for you? Between eyes-starting-out-of-your-head panting, drooling lust, and the more subtle things that, so often surprisingly, yet refreshingly, turn out to be more worthwhile. Not even just after the nnngh! is over, when you're going 'hmm..that was actually kind of nice', but even during it, when 'other', human, things are as much a part of sex as the brutal straightforwardness of the flesh.

I don't mind youthful ignorance...but think about it first...

one of my favorites from modelteenz

https://imgur.com/a/L464Q

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3IPV7MSCcRM

dommage est en italien

free hugs from CCrunch on Vimeo.

So what's up with guys and pre-c** like I pre-c** a lot all the time and there's some guy said don't like it and don't want it in their mouth and don't want to give me head because I pray come online but there's other guys said do like it and love the taste of precum and come but how can you stop precumming

Gay Gedicht

Was ist Liebe?

Stundenlange Gespräche,

in denen man Gemeinsamkeiten feststellt?

Sind es verschiedene Charaktere,

die magische Anziehungskräfte hervorrufen?

Ist es das Frühstück,

das du mir nach einer gemeinsamen Liebesnacht servierst?

Sind es deine Augen, die mich

Auf besondere Weise anfunkeln?

Sind es deine Hände,

die mich sanft berühren?

Sind es deine begehrlichen Küsse,

die mir den Atem rauben?

Ist es die Gute-Nacht-SMS,

die ich gestern bekam?

Ist es dein Lächeln,

das mich das mich anstrahlt wie die Sonne?

Nein, Liebe ist nicht all das...

Unsere Liebe

Ist noch viel mehr,

sie wächst,

wie eine Pflanze,

sie blüht,

wenn wir uns sehen.

Sie gedeiht,

wenn wir an einander denken.

Und sie gibt mir Geborgenheit und Wärme,

in einer kalten Zeit.

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Zwei Menschen

Da gab es zwei Menschen, die sich liebten.

Es war nicht nur ein Flirt, es war die große Liebe.

Ihre Körper, ihr Geist ziehen sich mit einer unfassbaren Stärke an.

Ihre ersten Berührungen waren gewaltiger als jedes Erdbeben.

Gemeinsam strahlten sie jene Wärme aus, die keine Kälte bestehen ließ.

Sie waren, wie man so sagt, ein Herz und eine Seele.

Ein Paar das jeder gemocht hätte,

wären diese beiden Menschen nicht zwei Männer gewesen !!

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