Thursday, August 23, 2012

Fall Can't Get Here Soon Enough

This is the time of year that I can see the end coming, don't want the heat any more, and looking forward to the cool nights, and the changing of the trees. This year has been slightly different because it's August and we already have that, the only thing missing is a county fair and watching the inbred red-necks on the midway.

Twenty years ago when a guy lost a bet and had to do something stupid, humiliating or both, no one had a camera to record it for all to see, now they do. I truly don't know if that is a good thing or bad thing.
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  1. blueponymanAugust 23, 2012 at 9:57 AM

    I found your blog the other day and started reading it... You remind me of someone who bought a season pass to a sexual amusement park... not so much as a participant, but moreso as a videographer or photographer: you know, while everyone is riding the rollercoaster screaming with their arms up in the air, you are strapped to the front of the car with your camera, taking pictures. You seem somehow "detached" from your experiences, too "in control"... Perhaps that is the necessary evil for dealing with sexual issues and journeys; sometimes when you are too involved in the "performance" of your sexploits, you can dismiss the possibilities of "intimacy", and other doors of pleasure which can open up... Hopefully the photographer and participant will converge one day... If that doesn't happen, you should totally allow yourself to be tied up, and discover why you might be attracted to bondage... I suspect there will be an interesting breaking-point in there for you, on your journey through masculinity.... You are obviously interested in your process, writing a blog about it and such... Hope you don't mind my feedback... I have the best intentions.

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  2. Amtop1036August 23, 2012 at 4:03 PM

    I have an inkling of what your talking about and letting myself go, and letting someone pleasure me in a way that is slightly beyond my control, scares the hell out of me. I don't want to open that door.

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  3. blueponymanAugust 24, 2012 at 1:12 PM

    I'm curious... What's the worst that can happen?

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  4. Amtop1036August 24, 2012 at 6:05 PM

    I've got an addicted personality, so the worse thing that could happen is that I let go, enjoy myself to much, want more. Then I wake up in a meth house, covered in cum, cum seeping out of my sore ass, bruises all over my body, and me having no idea, where the hell I am or how long I've been there. If that's not bad enough, I'm laying on two dead bodies, and my dick has been cut off.

    This is just the first thing that came to mind as the worse thing that could happen, give me some time, I could think of something worse.

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  5. blueponymanAugust 24, 2012 at 7:15 PM

    LOL... You are hilarious... It's never that bad (unless you are a serial killer)... lol... But you have a lot of imagination... Maybe that's what drives you... I can't wait to hear what happens when your dick gets cut off... With no dick, does that mean you are gay? Or just a guy who got his dick cut off? ;)

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