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Biking sexy!!

As you can see i have a biking uniform.. I love it. It keeps me cool as i ride in this hot summer sun. Plus i look great.

This brings me to my story. On monday after work, i biked home in the beautiful evening sun. I get down to the waterfront and this other biker in his compression short and shirt pulls infront of me. I look ahead and see something wrong...

The back of this shorts have been washed so much that i can see his ass clearly. At first i was shocked. How can this fellow biker not check his shorts.. i mean i check my clothing all the time. But riding where i could see his ass crack and all the hair on his ass. It get worst. He gets to the part of the waterfront where there is a ramp to get up to the road to get on the interstate road. Well he raises his ass into the air and there it is. His pride and joy, his Asshole, his browneye. I can see it through the clear hole in his shorts. i hurry to pass him and say nothing. i get home and check my shorts to make sure i had no holes.

Past life

When i first moved to portland this is some of the parts of me that has left and really wish that didnt. i miss my friends!

Ya me Voy!!!

A SEATTLE!!!

happy birthday dad.

Today i received a txt from my sister asking if i was going to call our father for his birthday today. I do not talk to me father after the last time i talked with him. Huge fight. I thought that maybe i could just call him and ask him how he is done and go from there. The last thing i wanted to tell him was to have a good birthday. But as soon as i started to talk to him, my childhood came back to me. My father is very controlling, if he doesn't have control of the conversation, he tries to take it. Well i am not a little boy any more father, i am a man. Things got really nasty after i told him that i wanted to talk and tell him about my life. He told me to shut up. I said no, he was being rude for not letting finish what i was saying. Than he made a remark about being gay. MY father does not support my lifestyle. This is the part where all hell broke out of me. I was cursing at him, telling him that he has never been there for me, how many times i have asked and pleaded with him to be apart of my life, to call me and not let me do all the work, to accept me and allow me to be his son. He told me i was full of shit and that my mother brainwashed me. I told him he was full of shit and that he has fucked up my life, my mother's, brother's and my sister. "If you don't want to be my father dad, than FUCK YOU! Fuck the way you think about me, fuck the way you think your life is perfect, Just FUCK YOU!!!" There was a moment of silence that i heard, i don't need this from you. Come down here and say that to my face. I was speechless for a second. I didn't know what to say. I told him the reason why i don't go home is cause i fear him. I fear he will tell me off and that my life means nothing. I than decided you know that dad, i will come down and tell you know i feel. You need to know that i am tired of your fucking shit you have given me over my life. You have no control over me. If you do not want to support me being a homosexual than that is your miss. You can't change me, nor am i going to change. I will NEVER be like you!

(phone hangs up)

This is the phone conversation i had with my father tonight. It looks like i will be going to home soon. This is going to be my faith on my father. If he wants to be apart of my life or not! Either way i will be stronger.

Twitter???

it had to be explained to me... WTF!!

Pills... Give me my husband's pills....

Yep, that what i be taking right now. I have strep throat. I really hate getting sick. And now that i have a doc's note saying that i can not go to work... What does a boy do all day? Read, play video games, facebook, blog, watch porn??? Lol. i am as i said in a past blog about getting sick, i am get up and on the go type of person. Well i got some Steroids (Fluticasone Propionate- Nasal) Some predinsone and finally some penicillin. I am off of work til friday, but i do want to go work but i have to stay home. Maybe i will take up a new hobby or make some more new music video's to post on my facebook... Well i just need to stay rested. But with the steroids, i was told that i wasn't going to be able to sleep well. Oh well... here goes nothing!

pills...pills....pills....!

Dreams of people i haven't met yet...

Last night i had a dream about Arnie and Blair. I know what the look like but have never met them. Well my dream started of at the waterfront pride center. I was walking around and low and behold along comes both the great bloggers of the homo blogs. I started to just talk with them about life and other things i have found out from their blogs, and the Next thing i knew i was at a bar dancing with both of them. Taking drink after drink. Feeling the music. The drinks getting stronger, the rhythm working it's way into our bodies. The sweat over our brows leaking onto our faces. Out of nowhere these drag queens come up and start to grope Arnie. Blair turns to me and asks if i am going to do something about this. I roll up my sleeves and march myself to where those queen were and demanded that they release him. The exclaim they were going to "release him." I told them one more time to let him go or there was going to be trouble. Next thing i knew i was in my underpants with Blair in a swimming pool of lube awaiting for the drag queens to come wrestle us.

This 6ft tall queen comes out in her bathing suit ready to fuck us up. I got myself ready, the bell rang and i charged at her with all my might to tackle the shit out of her. But little did i know i was being set up for the other queen was waiting behind her with her fist ready. Luckily i slipped and than i woke up from me dream...


Pretty weird huh??