SEX IS WAR...SEX IS A BATTLEFIELD!

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SEX is for losers,

SEX is ignoring raging hormones and burning drive to…

Fondle, suckle and thrust furiously into some hot ass!

SEX is keeping y’r groinal giblets inside y’r pants

And punch those sweaty bits into submission whenever they drip with desire.

SEX is never spilling y’r sacred "MILK"

SEX is catching a brain-rotting STD…

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I am talking to the man that has sex with every man he meets; he shares a bed, kisses, and hugs and reveals his whole life story in a matter of moments. He thinks any man who has sex immediately brings him closer to his destiny however, he doesn’t realize every time he gives away a piece of himself with intimacy he will always feel empty. He feels that he is doing everything right by giving into his desires and investing ALL of his energy in a man he met a few minutes ago. He quickly dives into sexual fantasyland after one kiss…Do you think he sees how his is being played out? Right at the moment of climax, he realizes that this cannot sustain him and he seeks the next person and becomes his own victim reliving the same experience. Simply patching up toxic issues; maybe it has to deal with love he didn't get as a child…maybe a relationship that broke his heart and he never recovered... maybe he doesn't love himself…Captive, his heart cannot grab what his mind won’t allow, but I know what holds him captive does not exist. How can he do battle in a land that will devour him? How can he not see SEX is just an activity that does nothing for the soul if done just for the FUCK of it? It would be nice if he was held captive by his dreams cradled in his heart; the ones that protect him and keep safe. I wish I could help him make positive choices. Show him that his sweet captivity isn’t real and he can overcome it. He can see the ruse, this imaginary story. I wish that every time he went to combat he really knew he had reason to be insecure and that when he believes that SEX is all he would see otherwise. But I guess he thinks that he and his battle will be forever…laughing, loving, talking…dreaming; funny how this can never be true and he will never understand why. But I wonder why he held to what he never wanted, why he told himself things that had no meaning…Guess he figured he had nothing to give but himself, this is his only way to feel something other than the truth staring him in face. He is held captive by a ghostly dream...One that never was, Never will be. Do you think that when his soul catches fire he should try to avoid looking in the mirror because that would throw him into a panic? When his battle is over he will be rusty from tears, cried mostly in vain? He has to shiver and shake when faced with the unknown and look for solutions to his problem and wonder if he lived selfishly not allowing LOVE into his life. At this point I say seek healing and click your heels three times and say ‘there is no place like home’ and find his way out of this battle field and into the light; seek a life that offers more than a quick moment of release but a life that is worth living…

JUS A PRISSY B!TCH

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Lord I ask that when men and women read the words that I write, that it would be use to build up and influence and provoke them out of bondage, out of the chains in which holds them down, which holds them without an understanding, which holds them without love and compassion! And Lord I ask that this word would bring strength and awareness to the nation that this word is design to deliver and set free...I b the PRISSY B!TCH that you is hard to please. I am that stuck up, goody-two-shoes, self-centered and all-knowing B!TCH. I am the PRISSY B!TCH armed with a catty remark about you, your friends and anyone else that may make my day inconvenient. I have the talent to turn any minor even into a titanic pain in the ass. I know how dull and unfulfilling it is to have a man who doesn't love back, who offers no challenge or danger…I know that most MEN are ‘naturally’ half-people. I won’t settle for a man that doesn’t know what I want; I refuse to accept a man who tries to rape me of the things that make who I am! I have come to realize that men are drippy, sexless bores. I want an actual man; not a fake one, you know the type that isn’t insecure and have such a poor sense of self that they feel the only way to find some kind of identity is to perform monstrous masculinity. I know I am attracted to men that are confident. There's nothing more maddening than an insecure guy who's terrified in the bedroom and constantly worried about what I think of him. I know that a man that is insecure has no soul. I just want to FUCK I have no time to baby and pamper a MAN. I'm a man, and if I don’t like the way I FUCK and get FUCK from a man I will simply separate myself the portion of my life. I know that I AM THE BEST FUCK YOU WILL EVER HAVE! I know I have what it takes to make your roll back in your head; think about it, YOU WANT TO BE WITH ME BECAUSE YOUR MAN WANTS TO BE ME. FUCKING me leaves you feeling strong and manly. I am a warrior and I need to be with someone who is a match for me. I can appreciate a man who knows there's a whole ocean of fish out there, who isn't afraid of being himself in case he is rejected by me. Truth be told, a real man doesn't care what I think about him…he answers solely to his spirit. You know the same spirit that allows him to romp freely across the plains, raping and pillaging as he goes! With a rifle over one shoulder and blood on his mouth! There's nothing sexier than a violent, uncaring asshole. Can you say YUM? A real man don't pretend or even try to understand me, I’m actually not human. Simply love me for being the mysterious, capricious creature I am. I am a very difficult man to be with. I know I have caused MANY MEN great pain and anxiety. But hey we are all adults and ultimately it is wholly their choice whether they want to be with me or not - I cannot be anyone other than myself. I'M JUS' NATURALLY A PRISS B!TCH...I can't even try to communicate like a human being! "I am what I am!" I know that I want a MAN that challenges me to grow - professionally, intellectually, emotionally and spiritually. I believe in people being themselves and following their hearts towards whatever destiny lies before them. So don’t come half stepping cause this PRISSY B!TCH WILL SEND YO ASS PACKING!

¿R TOPS SELFISH?

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I have constantly found this "homosexual lifestyle" an enigma. Many are not what they appear or say to be. Are labels (top/bottom) limiting your sexual fulfillment and is it actually selfish to want only one thing? I have been questioning myself that for years. I myself am a versatile individual and feel that expressions of love or affection should be gratifying for both parties in whatever capacity that may be. I also feel that true intimacy is giving of oneself along with receiving from what the other party is sharing.

I find that people that put themselves in a category may have a tendency to TAKE and not really interested in giving. I do understand there are levels that one is willing to share sexually depending on the situation, whether it is a one night stand, just dating, or a full relationship. Are we in fact choosing roles because of what we feel is missing in our lives ( i.e. total bottoms having the need to be subservient or wanting to please a dominant male figure that was missing…or could it be self-deprecation) Or maybe we choose or prefer the dominant role (i.e. top because this is a way of holding on to your manhood, or you have been hurt before and won't let someone top you again. Or maybe you found it painful and you refuse to do it again even though your partner has given themselves to you)

I notice when the question comes about and a man is asked are you top or bottom, many men are VERY adamant and make sure you know under no uncertain terms do they get "topped". Many times men who are bottoms are looked at as "pussy boys" or "bitches". Why is that? I think it's because we put labels on sexual position instead of it merely being a matter of what someone enjoys sexually. They are there to please the top…to serve him. I know that there are some beautiful brothers out there that really want to please a "bottom". But they are becoming more and more becoming extinct.

I often wonder if we are caught up in this fantasy of the way a partner should be (we as men tend to fantasize about idyllic situations that aren't always practical) It appears that whether straight or gay, many men tend to think they are hot shit in bed. A lot of this comes from the other party being afraid to hurt the others EGO. How many times have we heard this "I haven't had any complaints"…lol. Did you ever think that maybe the night you thought was hot will never happened again cause you didn't really satisfy your partner? I know I threw some thoughts at you. I am interested in seeing the responses. Let the floodgates open…LOL

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Having sex is like playing bridge. If you don't have a good partner, you'd better have a good hand.

HOMOPHOBIA (R-E-S-P-E-C-T US)

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WE WON'T DISAPPEAR...OUR HEARTS CANNOT RELEASE WOT IT HOLDS ON 2 Homophobia, as it should be known, it is defined as a fear (technically a phobia) and/or hate attitude toward a person because of her/his homosexual orientation. The gay community has suffered enough under the guise of a morally functional and fair society. We are literally ‘slayed’ in this modern day and age for our sexual preferences. We are discriminated against, promoted less in the workplace, unfairly judged and not accepted by members of our own families, scoffed at… and in many cases physically attacked or even killed. From a personal place, I become weary at the overwhelming amount of homophobia. It is important, from a moral place, to call a spade a spade as it were; so as to protect the integrity and rights of victims of this crime. Homophobia when manifested is a signal of deeper character problem, insecurity or fear of internal workings that perhaps are mirrored in the victim.

Funny how I think that if WE are left ALONE life would perfectly sweet; if WE stayed in WORLD and THEY stay in theirs are existence on this planet would be so lovely. Crazy how they care about what I do with MY D!CK, why is it so important to you? You ain't trying to save us...so why bother? Why give a FUCK? We are gonna LIVE OUT LOUD! Shhh! don't tell them that we know that we are all created equal under God, we are all his children and angels and we will not allow society to label, cheat, or treacherously persecute US... You see, discrimination is a seed of hatred and a process called ignorance, we are here to encourage men, women, and children to co-exist in this world. We are here to show you to co-exist without a need to build resentment, envy or hatred. I've heard and encountered some extremely small minded and conservative individuals, so I can positively assert my attention to the issue and raise awareness of this serious condition our society is in. There are those who wish to even entertain the ignorance of discrimination, but I say the best offense is an organized, faith-filled stand! I AM SLAVE TO THIS DREAM…We must make it known that God loves everyone, we love ourselves and we'll continue to live…

They would much rather see us in HELL & SUFFER...We met the devil & the deep ‘HOLY EYE’ and stare illusion eye to eye. It almost amusing...interesting…more importantly, we get an extra dose of manhood. So wish us an enternity of fire and brimstone, we are just greeting the old acquaintance that's rumored to live amongst thieves. With great respect we receive his message. No screen nor smoke…we are men that are chased by the devil with eyes wide open, wide enough to see. We sense the undercurrent of energy thrumming through the Universe; like the wind or a whisper. We are caught in what’s embellished and what is true. We are not trying to figure out the difference between me and you, we are stillness in motion…Living in perfect balance…we recognize the footsteps in the sand and stepped out on faith and take a chance.And we realize the truth’s inside the forbidden desires, the pleasurable gratification, the impressions, image and vague premonitions of world that doesn’t exist. Life is pain, we are insane…broken rules; we are the abomination that life devoured, the reason why anal orgasm exist!

Do you think they know that hatred is the anger of the weak….its is all a lie; and there is NO truth in hate?I am here to encourage you to rest in peace! God didn’t kill you but other people did. God has never stopped loving you. Your horrible deaths were not completely in vain but became a testament to love, consciousness and advocacy of the living. I hope that the impact of your life and the awakening of consciousness that you have stirred continues to live on.

SUPERMAN IS DEAD!

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Lord my heart is tired; I’ve loved and lost; now I hurt. My mind is in pain and the battle scars I wear on soul is weighing me down. I can only ask that you release my spirit, I no longer want to be MAN that watches over the flock. Give me wings to fly into your waiting arms. I feel that I’ve served a lifetime in HELL! I no longer want to be one that saves MAN, I am not SUPERMAN. I want to run like a child again and find the one who adores me; who thinks the world of me…LOVE ME AS AN EQUAL…AS ONE…AS ALL. Now all I have are hallowed dreams…My heart doesn’t speak anymore, my tears once fell in joy now are dry as the desert floor and my mind is free to see the things that were hidden from me. I move on to life all my own I drove myself in a hole now I’m coming out not wanting to wait for you. I have no time to turn around; not going to fix what you messed up you free to be…I won’t look back so please don’t hope that I’ll be there to pick you up. I’m shutting the door I’m on my way to being long gone good bye so long the last of a heartbeat you will ever feel. I’ll wonder though how many lies you had to tell yourself before I stop filling the pain, how many times you cry yourself to sleep because you were living a counterfeit life? What I would give to see the picture you paint of your dreams when you close your eyes but I guess this is our last goodbyes don’t think I want to see you again don’t think you would ever be trusted with my heart rather hear you say you never loved me then to hear that your sorry for your good times. I be deft to your voice and blind to your smile because you have always lived in denial of what real love was you wave if you see me some day chances are I’ll be gone before you can raise your hand I got a new life and a new plan without you around no one to shoot me down or to stop me from getting started without you maybe now me and my life can go on in peace. Funny how I can smile now know that every single day when the world’s bright I will look for the meaning of life. The sun shines bright over this place I live. You didn’t want this SUPERMAN to save you, you were to busy wining the race that gives you a booby prize. In the end, you’ll learn that all that matters is the journey and not the prize. Your world grows hot and so very dry; the only healing water is the tears that I cry for and since I am no longer around… I know you wonder what happened to the paradise, what happened to all the things happy and nice feeling you had? Now you struggle and fight, searching for survival under the scorching sun. And the world grows cold and forsaken, all hope and joy are taken. The wind blows cold through the trees and soon there will be no more leaves of hope and healing, love and caring. We are as far apart as the stars and death comes over this stark cold land strangely enough I wish I could hate you. Oddly enough I don’t feel incline to take you by the hand, there’s ice in my chest and snow’s on the ground. I know that we could have lived before this death was found. Now my love is so frozen, trapped in a tomb, the icy cold shadow that looms over it knows that there is no hope for the ice to melt. But I know that I cannot waste away in hatred I want happiness once more, I want the bright green signs of life, not a life with you though, and our time has come and gone. I know that you are wondering what life means you will never know what is real…you will never know if the darkness is over…you will never know if things are on the mend…you will always live your life in this endless cycle if you don’t be authentically realistic…but the one I am sure you know is that superman is dead!