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The premier is on today and i wish i was there in Wellington NZ. Whos off to see it when it comes out.I havent read the book but i will very soon.

There 4200 regions some want to kills for being gay so who is who 

Hi all - does some of you have a profile at queer...ry? If so...write to me please!

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My friend Stephen showed me this website a while back but I didnt join till today He would always download the videos and share them with me. We had been friends for many years. He had been a member on here for a long time, I am not sure how long but quite a while. His name was MONKEYBOY. He died last night of a massive stroke. I dont know if any of you remember him or if he has any friends here of not but I am trying to let his online friends know. He was a good man and a great friend of mine. I will miss him

Today in work I had a conversation with a colleague, They asked me when I began to grow body and facial hair. I told the guy that I began to get hairs down below around my 12th birthday. By my 13th birthday I was having to shave everyday. He told me that he hated having to shave and that he began shaving his facial hair daily by the age of 14. I always had to be clean shaven in school. My school didn't allow facial hair on any boys. I thought id ask a question, What age did you start to grow facial hair? also did you have to shave every day?

We all like our erotica. Otherwise we wouldn't be here. Personally though I prefer leaving a little to the imagination. Using a prop, clothing, or shadows to cover genitalia enhances the effect for me. Showing everything eventually causes me to get bored.

So what are your thoughts? How do you prefer your erotica?

Hey guys, I'm bored with the mainstream sites to find younger guys into dildo play. Anyone out there have some fresh places to visit? Lets share the web!

There was once a baby bird who fell from it's nest in Africa and was immediately pursued by a hungry leopard, intent on making the little bird it's next meal. The little chick ran as fast as it could but was no match for the large cat who gained up it every second. Suddenly, from nowhere a giant Foo bird flew over and emptied the contents of it's bowels hitting and covering the little chick with it's smelly offal. The leopard immediately came to a halt, stopped by the horrible smell, but could hear the little bird complaining inside. Moments later the little bird had almost freed itself from the pile of crap but was still loudly complaining of it's plight. At this point the leopard reached out and flicked the little bird out of the crap and into a puddle of water. Soon, the little chick had cleaned itself off and was chirping along happily, when the leopard came over and ate it in one bite.

And this is where we get to the moral of the story. Every one who shits on you is not your enemy and everyone who gets you out of the shit is not your friend. When someone helps you and saves your ass, just be thankful and shut-up. Just because your enemy does something unexpected and positive remember, he is still your enemy. And mostly...If the Foo shits, wear it. .

<p>hello to whoever is listening im so sad , i lost my roomate and i feel like i did a terrible thing by making him leave he is only 19 but

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with the same old porn. what happen to porn?

Any Swedish people here ?? Eller kan ju ta det på svenska . . . Någon svensk ?

lets cam ill be in my birthday suit<3 skype me! mikemikenj

To all you guys who have sent Joel your love and good wishes I just want to say thankyou to you all on his behalf but he is not really well enough to spend time on here and as such is taking an indefinite break from GBT.He has asked me to convey his best wishes to everyone who has shown him great support during this period of time as he recovers from his major surgery and asked me to post this blog on his behalf.It will take some time for him to recover completely and I would respectfully ask that people give him the space and time he now needs.Thank you for your understanding.

J'adore GBT. Il y a plein de gars comme moi. Je me sens moins seul. Dites moi un p'tit bonjour.

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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 http://www.justin.tv/dalesblock http://www.facebook.com/dale.felder 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