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I don't think either side should be proud of themselves. I think what we saw was the American voter waking up to the belief that elections matter, and that Democracy is more fragile than they think. I think you also saw anger over constantly rehashing old battles Its frustrating having to deal with abortion again for men and absolutely infuriating for women. And people are fed up with extremists left and right.

I'm wondering if 1 or 2 of the guys that you were blowing happened to be small time dealers, because that will also get you on the radar for local police. They like to follow little birds back to the nest.

When it dries it feels like a facial tightning mask

That made me laugh. Thinking of Coco Peru in Trick.

No video, but it was hotter than I imagined a

Tonight doing a Czech Fantasy type thing. Anyone wanting to fuck an anon bottom come between now and midnight. You will see a red bucket on the sidewalk. Follow the string til you find the red light. I am in the small shed with the grape You will see a red bucket on the sidewalk. Follow the string til you find the red light. I am in the small shed with the grapevine I am off I84 exit 374 by the Loves Truckstop. Taking anon loads. Two homes down from the Ontario Oregon State Park. Look for the red light and Nissan Armada

When my friends are hurting, I don't push. I just tell them I am holding space for them, and if they need someone to talk or just someone to listen or set in the dark with them in quiet. I struggle not to tear up when my friends are crying. It is hard to watch them hurt. People will often feel uncomfortable with crying and will hand them a tissue or tell them anything to stop the tears becaus of their own discomfort. Let them cry. They need to. It's a gift that they trust you with their vulnerability. People who try to stop the cry are making a selfish move.

You are my hero.

Your first name (or a name you'll respond to): ForcedJackBear Your cell number (for texts and voice calls):541-709-1443 A location (be at least as specific as a zip code): 2726 N Oregon St, Ontario Oregon 97914 Times you're generally not available: Usually available Age: 46 Height: 6'2" Weight: 235 Ethnicity: White Kink, raunch, kissing, spit, water sports, off avail.

My thoughts were racing, and I wanted Rob so bad. But what if someone saw us. My Father was working at the school that evening as well. I just quickly said, "Sorry ... I can't." And bolted. I drove around frustrated, and finally drove home, and decided to go for a run at the park near my house. It was by the river, and had lots of trails and paths out into the countryside. I had heard about the parks reputation. A few years back, I was caught talking to a stranger by a State Cop who knew my parents. He stopped at the house and warned my parents about perverts, weenie whackers and drug dealers that hung out in the park. I think my subconscious was setting me up. I was jogging by the pump house, and saw two straight looking guys fishing by the pumphouse. The younger guy, in his mid-20s had a mustache, dark hair and looked Basque. His friend was older, more of a bear with a full beard, and light brown hair. He seems late 30s. Both jeans on, and the younger one had no shirt. It was a hot day, and I stopped a minute to take in his lean muscular frame gleaming with sweat. I would have licked him clean. I guess I stared too long. The older guy noticed my staring. "Hey you!. Take a picture. It will last longer. Fucking fag." "I'm not a fag. I just thought I recognized you guys. I was mistaken." I turned around to walk away, and was grabbed from behind, and put in a sleeper hold. I was no match, and quickly passed out. When I woke up. I had a headache, and blurry vision. But I quickly forgot the headache as I remembered what had happened, and couldn't stand up. I was tied across the pump caging, naked, and I heard a voice. "Let's teach this faggot a lesson." I tried to move, but fishing line was holding my limbs in place and the line was cutting into my arm, and my left foot not only had the cutting fishing line, but they hadn't removed the barbed hook that was threatening to sink into my flesh. The older one came at me with a belt. I flinched, but he just laughed and tightened it around my neck. The younger guy appeared in my peripheral and said, "This will help you get through lesson one." In his hand, a syringe. "Please let me go. I just want to go home." The older guy shoved my balled up sock in my mouth, and spat in my face. "I would try not to move if you don't want hurt." I should have stayed with Rob in the locker room. Anything but this.

Love it.

So my 1st question would be, did you talk to your doctor about the frequency in which you bareback? Because if you told him that it was only maybe once in a Blue Moon or that you don't bareback but you just want it in case, then he might not want to prescribe it. That also depends on your state. Some states triage PrEP funding or depend on grants to fund PrEP prescriptions for those whose insurance won't pay for all or part of the cost. But if if he knows that you want to bareback all the time or that it's something that you do frequently, I don't understand why he wouldn't want you on prep. Also, check out funding sources and Grant's if he's working out of a non-profit. I have been encountering agencies, especially rural agencies that purposefully minimize PrEP as an option and relegate it to the small type urging people to know their status and get tested only. A closer look at their funding and you see they are paid for referring new HIV patients to services but get nothing for PrEP prescriptions. Get a second opinion.

Where are you getting your data? And remember, that probably takes into account patients who did not take the prescription correctly. Data usually includes that or states that it doesn't.

There is treatment for Hep C. Its curable.

I imagine this might be circumvented by activist states and orgs like to one looking to build a floating abortion clinic in Federal Waters off the coast of Texas. I am sure mail order helps. Also getting the word out about how much cheaper PrEP is than HIV care is for taxpayers.

I love the nuances of your writing. The pacing is just right. I love scifi erotica, but its rare to find something this original and this hot. Thank you.

Great story. Love the pacing

Hot stuff

S0 fucking hot. Why did my parents have to be so supportive?

A really hot read. Thank you

The place to go for rough trade used to Mans Country. Cell Block is okay occassionally. If you want to meet the seriously dom guys hit Touche, Leather6410 and The Hole if its still open.

The perfect situation

Man oh man. Edge of my seat. What's to become of Jesse?

Loving it so far.

Growing up in rural Oregon didn't make for a very smooth or data rich environment to discover the ins and outs of being gay in the 90s. Cell phones weren't widespread and still hadn't developed Smart capabilities. So, discovery was still often by accident, predatory or by chance. The Cruise was still the king method for men to meet up with men for gratification. For me discovery was all three, I was a relatively bookish and straight edged young man who could easily pass for straight. I was a late bloomer and didn't do anything until I was 18. I had a fairly tight body for not being an athlete, and my best friend, Nicole was also my beard. What evening's I didn't spend working my two after school jobs, I spent on school projects, writing for the school paper, or at her house swimming or reading tarot. I had a couple of close shaves with gayness. I knew I wasn't straight, but I kept my feelings to myself through high school. It was a safety thing. Once on a school trip I accidentally walked into the wrong room to find two beautiful naked black men, and they asked me to join them. I panicked and politely fled. Another moment of chance happened right after I turned 18. Still in school, I was looking for a teacher, and heard water running in the locker rooms. My secret crush was on Rob the night janitor. He played first base with a minor league ball team. He was in his 20s. He was the perfect physique, hairless, soft brown hair and sleepy eyes that used to follow my movements around campus during activities. I used to go through a lot of Kleenex boxes imaging him naked, or touching me. I walked into the locker room, and there was Rob, lathered up and washing in the showers. I stopped and my mouth dropped wide open. I stuttered, "I'm s-s-sorry, I was looking for Mr. Shuster. I didn't mean to interrupt." Rob glanced at my nervous countenance, and warmly smiled. "You are welcome to join me. The water is actually perfect for once." He continued rubbing the soapy water on his defined pecs and I watched the water drizzle down his torso past his light treasure trail to the most beautiful cock I had ever seen. You will never guess what I did.