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He'll do what he always does: aim his vomit at some other target, all the while denying any culpability.

It's far preferable to eternal (if unrealistic) optimism .... or constant expectation of the worst, which only sours our humanity.

"I like being realistic, being grounded." I too think that's the best path - at least for me - as well. Being open to what the future brings is being a realist: prepared to accept or do what's required to either accept or alter what we're experiencing/about to experience. I call it realism: facing whatever the current situation is on any particular front without any stardust in my eyes, without any judgementalism clouding my mind. What is, is. The think that counts is, how we handle it first within ourselves, and then in how we transmit the situation - our m.o*. - with others. *'method of operation" - (just in case) .....

That's an interesting idea, and I very much hope you can make it work. I would imagine a parade of BZ'ers - pissed off as hell, and horny as fuck - would impress at least a few folks. I would suggest your local (if there is one) LGBT+ political organization, and if there isn't one, then start one. You can get help with that from the National LGBT+ organization(s), if you need help. Or, if you believe you'd have better luck with something non-related, the DNC would be fully supportive. Also, ask your Dem legislators in your state to help. There's also a major metro area not too far from you, and there will definitely be resources (i.e. a new chapter starting in your area) to help. Organize. Build support. Resist. There will be midterms in a couple of years, and politically-speaking, that's an eyeblink or three. There are two such organizations (LGBT+) here in Ft. L. - one local and one the local chapter of the State Dem Organization, and I belong to both, as well as the National Regular Dem Org. Having our hearts and minds in the right place is fine - as far as it goes - which is hardly far enough now. If you were active before, become more active. Support organizations that support freedom. Consider it a tithe - except it's going to a good cause, rather than something that stands against your interests. This is how we win the next round of elections, and do our best to preserve our hard-won freedoms already achieved.

There's a lot I don't understand about why this happened, and I simply cannot get my mind around why some of these folks - gays, trans, all the rest - were unable to see what was coming. Myopia must be far more communicable that any other malady these days.

It seems there are some assumptions afoot that should be addressed. 1. A "bottom" - used as a descriptor - indicates one thing, and one thing only: he likes to get fucked. There are any number of permutations, however. Is he a "BdSm" bottom, and thus willing and able to enter into a negotiation regarding the Top's needs as well as his own? Is he a "Leatherboy" bottom? Is he a cumdump bottom? A bossy mouthy bottom? A quiet, speechless bottom? The permutations can be not quite endless, but seem so. 2. Just because a guy prefers/most needs to bottom, that fact in no way assumes he's anything close to either of the above examples. Maybe he's just a regular guy that loves a hard, raw Cock breeding is Hole. Maybe he'd prefer 20, maybe only 1. This is why, when anything more spicy than a fuck is in play, a "negotiation"* needs to take place, before the action begins. That will obviate any misunderstandings, clear up any mistaken (false) assumptions, and each guy will get a better fuck out of it. For Whatever's sake - don't merely assume, talk to the guy. Tell the guy what your preferred parameters are. This wouldn't be necessary in the case of a cumdump taking load after load - it's already clear what he's interested in. *that word - "negotiation" may imply something to some guys that it's simply not. It's only when one man (Dom) is planning to "take" a boy as his own, care for him, deepen his sexual Lusts, abilities, care for his welfare, in short, "adopt" the boy in a non-legal arrangement that an extensive negotiation simply must take place. A pre-fuck (i.e. in some fuckjoint) negotiation can be as brief as a few words, just enough to make clear what's desired and what isn't. Example: (bottom) "I need Cocks pumping their loads up my Hole, and that's about it". Or "I need to be disciplined" or "I definitely need to be respected as your equal", or whatever is appropriate. I realize that in the heat of a roomful of breeding men, that kind of laying out boundaries may not be needed, That said, when there aren't a roomful of men, maybe it should be exercised. Guys can get injured at worse, and disappointed at best when there's no communication prior, and there's no reason that should happen.

Neither do I. We're born with a sort of "moral compass" - we instinctively know right from wrong. That knowledge can become diffused, shunted into the background by dependance on O.R., which institutions promulgate the notion that we - humanity - "needs" their intercessory prayers, incantations, magic-peddling, blah blah blah. We need to think, ponder, observe for ourselves; not swallow centuries-old contrivances that are designed to sublimate the individual, in favor of the ruling few - the clergy. As far as I'm concerned, Organized Religion has, through the centuries, made itself our enemy, not our friend, and certainly not our "salvation". If the clergy were to peddle their bling and give the proceeds to the poor, it would be at least a step in the right direction. However: There is one area of human endeavor that has flourished under OR; that being the arts; choral music in particular. Without the dough from the clergy, we'd have no Bach Cantatas, none of Mozart's ethereally-lovely works, and all the other old masters, satisfying OR's thirst for religious-themed music has benefitted humanity exponentially more than their greed-infused "message" ever could. More, the work of the portrait artists would never have been contracted for. The Old Masters of the art world worked for the clerics, and civilization has been the beneficiary of their work for centuries. So what do we do? We gratefully accept the good, toss some coins at OR, and ignore the garbage.

All I really want, is a guy that loves hard, raw Cock up his gut. Loves it more than almost anything else, needs it more than almost anything else, and not only is unashamed of it, but will gladly tell any man who asks him. Cumdumps are my hero's.

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This is from my undergrad days, where I worked in the dishroom of one of the dining halls: It would be, go ahead and fuck that hotassed kid from LaGrange .... he wanted it - told me so, but I didn't take him up on it, dammittall. Stupid kid.

Brilliant idea !!! How about this new one - I think it's a variation of the "bird flu"? Or, maybe we need something entirely new - just in case the worm-shit leftovers in what passes for his brain might create a (truly) "false" negative ....

Unless and until this 1% of the mega-rich learn to offer assistance, founded in genuine care for those who are in need of a helping hand, the corruption will only get worse, the rot festering even deeper, and the nation is already suffering from the strictures of the racism, this-ism, that-ism, on and on. I see nothing but a very rocky road for at least the next 4 years, unless some "intervention" occurs. Of note, the formerly Orangutang is no longer bathing in phony suntan concoctions, and letting his head of flowing white hair be displayed. His pale, sallow complexion is showing without benefit of a blanket of orange. What is this a harbinger of?

Finally, something I can agree with. "The process of "elimination of poisonous agricultural chemicals" is something that has only received nibbles around the edges of the issue. Substantial remediation is necessary. I realize that some chemicals used in agriculture are, in fact, beneficial, and cause no harm. I suspect however, that those are few and far between. We need comprehensive, long-term testing, and the balls to toss that which is found unhealthful.

LOL ..... delicious usage ..... you win the gold star for today !!!

“I was here for a moment, and then I was gone.” Which is the fact for all of us. Thus, it's what we do with what we have in that moment* that's important. It only becomes glaringly obvious as we age, and the leaving is closer than the coming. I don't have many regrets, but the few I do hold could have been ameliorated early, had I only known then what I know now. Thanks for the pleasure of experiencing your journey, even this limited way. You've a generous spirit, Philip. *in this context, I'm using that word to connote a very short time, a very long time, and anything in-between. Life is a series of moments, regardless of actual time.

Maybe some heavy-duty tin foil ???

I've found that when there are a number of loads up a bottom's Hole, it mitigates any negative scents or flavors. As above, there are a number of factors that can affect the taste, but when the load of a guy that doesn't eat properly, or doesn't whatever properly is mixed with loads of guys that do, Generally, the taste is a musky one, creamy from plenty of "stirring", with smallish clots of separate loads. Think "poppers", except adding taste, as well as the scent. Once years ago back in Chgo, a guy was fucking a Hole next to me, as I was dining on some very well bred Hole, and that guy was watching my "table manners" as he rutted the Hole. When he was about to add his particular spice to that guy, instead he pulled out, said something like 'here's some fresh', I backed off, he shoved it in the Hole I was enjoying, and it was sort of like the sprinkles on an ice cream cone. One other factor is the age of the donors. The younger the Tops the better the taste of the cumsoup up the bottom's Hole. But the fact is, no matter what the state of affairs with the loads prior, a well-bred Hole is delicious no matter who the previous "chefs" have been.

Whoever you sucked off def hadn't pumped out a load for a while .... or, maybe their diet was really limited .....

To reprise: Guys can also google 321 Slammer and find a number of links describing the delights of that fuckjoint. There is also a Slammer in LA. The Ft, Lauderdale fuckjoint is located at 321 W. Sunrise Blvd (imagine an urban racetrack), on the N side of the street. If driving from Ft. L. / W.M., stay in the farthest right lane; the sign announcing the address is only visible when you're almost past the turn-in. There is NO access to side-streets if you miss it, (other than arterials), but U-turns are permitted everywhere. When you leave, there's a U-turn available a very short distance from the club's exit, so wait for a decent gap in the traffic, and stomp on it to cross over to the left turn-lane. An Uber would be a good choice if you've never made the drive prior. It's about a 10, 12 minute drive from W.M. I, however, can make it in 8 flat, when (ahem) necessary.

That's exactly what I may wind up doing too ....

"on a bridge built by Sean and Phong" Interesting metaphor - bridges - but didn't you help build that bridge too? Aren't you a participant - as well as a voyeur?

Perfectly said.

To the OP, beats the hell out of me .... It's a waste of perfectly good load, as I see it. Of course, once the load left his balls, it was no longer his to control, but I could understand if the Top that pumped it up there felt insulted.

Very glad you had a filthy time of it, tighthole64 !!! There aren't many fuckjoints like that around anymore, dammittall ... hope you enjoyed the darkroom too !!!

And, it will take years to rebuild what one creep tears down in a handful of days.