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Funny. I tried to write something last night but I was so tired I fell asleep on my keyboard. Having a full time job doesn’t leave much room to do anything else other than sleeping, at least not for me. (more…)

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I really need to get this out of my head. (more…)

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sometimes I wonder if I’m asking for something that is just too much. sometimes I just think I can afford being someone who’s always longing for more. when we don’t get what we want over and over, we tend to become bitter. sorry, let me correct that: when I don’t get what I want, I become bitter. (more…)

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It is always scary to see yourself so exposed and so fragile in front of others. It is even worse when you start to question your own ability to hide your feelings and fears, an ability that I’ve always prided myself to have. I could never be so wrong in my entire life.  (more…)

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Soon this post wiil be translated into English. I just had to write it in my mother tongue first so I could make sure everything was on the right place, and that I could freely express my feelings. If you do read the things I write, just wait a little more. The translation will come in another post. Just to let you know, this post is about eye-fucking. 

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I think I need glasses. And I new mind too. Because the things I remember from last night’s almost love affair are just foggy images and one-sided and intentional touches (coming from me).

Maybe I was just curious about being with you for the first time.
Another way to put it is saying that I was happy to be there with you.
Remember? Didn’t I tell you how much I used to desire you? Everything is so clear now, it’s easy to see why I was there. No, you don’t remember: I never told you.

What makes me ashamed and sad is that it’s always me the one in need, the one desperately trying to get into somebody else’s pants. With you was no different. I could see your arousal as clear as water, but I could see you avoiding my gaze as well, almost reluctantly allowing me to hold you, to feel you and too show you exactly how I was feeling. I felt pleasure, of course, but not as much as I would enjoy if we both were into it.

Today I even ventured into talking to you on Facebook. Of course I contacted you saying I had dreamed about you. And of course I lied when you asked me what I had dreamed about. Can you imagine? “Hey, I wanted to talk because last night I had this wet dream with/about you…”

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The only reason I’m writing this down is because I’ve read somewhere that you should keep track of the things that happen to you. Even though nothing really exciting has happened tonight, I thought I should write something while I’m under alcoholic effects. The following post is rated M for the language. (more…)

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The following post has non-suitable content for minors (NC-17). It might contain sex references and descriptions of homosexual activities that might make you uncomfortable somehow. If you feel offended by those things, please don’t read it. You have been warned.

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Yesterday I had I weird dream. It was with you, of course. You, your wife and your baby. It was strange. If it’s a dream, it’s strange. Anyway… I was lost in some kind of Cultural Center, I guess (this is the only name I could come up with), when I suddenly saw the strange building. It was like a house, but it was hanging from the ceiling. I knew the house wasn’t floating because I could also see the columns holding the building. The house was strange. Its walls were made of glass, so thin I could see right through it. Once inside, I could tell the house was big, huge. There were staircases everywhere, and the inside of the rooms could be seen from the outside, because the walls inside of the house were made of transparent glass as well. (more…)

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