Of course I choose to be GAY!!!
Being gay was never a choice I made, if so I don’t recall ever having made it…can I get a do over??? People saying that being gay is a choice is by far the most absurd, asinine, nonsensical thing I think I’ve ever heard. Who would willing CHOOSE to be apart of a group thats hated,oppressed,looked down upon,discriminated against and not given equal rights??? Now that I think about it I don’t understand why everyone hasn’t made the same choice so many of us have already made…foolishness I suppose. Perhaps they don’t have all of the exciting facts and therefore are unable to make a conscious and well informed decision. I have no doubt they will see the light sooner or later.
10 signs of a Perfect Girl ; Truthful, Intelligent, Gentle, Humble, Talented, Polite, Understanding, Sexy, Smart, Youthful. — In otherwords - T.I.G.H.T.P.U.S.S.Y
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Bob Marley on how to love a woman
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there.”
- Bob Marley
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Peace of mind how I crave you.
How I want you like the summer needs the sun. Like the sturdy Mahogany needs the breeze.
I need you to run through my soul and grasp it with your delicate hands. Caress my soul, and seduce my spirit.
Peace of mind I need you. I need you to touch my limbs…
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Its something fascinating about putting pen to paper.
About desecrating its purity with words.
Violating its innocence with depth and color.
Transforming the paper into a stained expression.
An expression of self, of soul, of emotion, of possibilities.
There is something so…




