"in his multiple, same-sex adventures, even the most effeminate gay was looking to incorporate the manhood of others...
band of shirtless brothers band of shirtless brothers
...he was in a compulsive, never-ending search for the masculinity that was never allowed to grow in early childhood"
from "how america went gay"
okay, this is getting ridiculous. yesterday, i was parking in a lot downtown and when the attendant saw me (i don't know if he knew i was a freak from my website or just from my incessant singing and theatre-show as i'm driving), he supported himself by outstretching his arm so his hand was grabbing the doorway of the parking lot "office". he was looking right at me, his short sleeves were being pushed down by gravity, and his abundance of armpit hair was exposed so much that i just couldn't take my eyes off it. i wanted to rub my face against it and stick my dick there and hump.
if you wanna be my lover, you gotta speak up, my friend
oh yeah, picture it: 1985-1992, boys' locker room. armpits, armpits everywhere...but not a hair on mine.
"he was in a compulsive, never-ending search for the masculinity that was never allowed to grow in early childhood"