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Archive for August 7th, 2005

I’m not gay, my boyfriend is.

Sunday, August 7th, 2005

“He walks like a puff”
Those words were said by a 55 year old who happened to spray icky stuff inside a woman’s bajingo which led to my coming.
And they were spoken in the secrecy of His bedroom walls to my sister in what sounded like His serious tone of voice.
I think it is safe to [...]

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