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I’m not saying this guy is flaming, but the red pants, eye make-up, and dyed hair assure me that this guy is FLAMING. Also he’s hot. So- so many of my gay and bi brethren have a problem with effeminate men. Sissies, I mean. There is a great This American Life podcast about this very topic. It’s available on iTunes for $.99— Ira Glass send the check to me anytime. The basic idea is that the antipathy is part of the internalized homophobia that develops as we mature into adults. There are a great many of us that were teased for being girlie or sissylike. In the rejection of our own very real feelings of humiliation we reject in turn those of us who embody femininity most plainly. For my part, I like the safety flaming men provide me by taking the hit, as it were, from certain members of society for being so obviously gay. They’re the soldiers for the battles so many of us fight everyday. And they do it with panache I might add. And whether you’re a glittering lip gloss wearing phag or a closeted jock with serious crushes on your teammates or a burly bear with leather jacket and boots or even a discrete but proud tie-wearing gay businessman you DO have to fight the battle. This is whether or not you wish to fight, you fight it nonetheless. It is nice to have someone there on the front lines keeping the rest of us from having to face the bullets of scorn that come our way every so often. I love you flaming gay man. I love what you represent for us but I love what you do for me even more. Now if I can just get you into my bed I’ll be even happier.
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I’m not saying this guy is flaming, but the red pants, eye make-up, and dyed hair assure me that this guy is FLAMING. Also he’s hot.

So- so many of my gay and bi brethren have a problem with effeminate men. Sissies, I mean. There is a great This American Life podcast about this very topic. It’s available on iTunes for $.99— Ira Glass send the check to me anytime. The basic idea is that the antipathy is part of the internalized homophobia that develops as we mature into adults. There are a great many of us that were teased for being girlie or sissylike. In the rejection of our own very real feelings of humiliation we reject in turn those of us who embody femininity most plainly. For my part, I like the safety flaming men provide me by taking the hit, as it were, from certain members of society for being so obviously gay. They’re the soldiers for the battles so many of us fight everyday. And they do it with panache I might add. And whether you’re a glittering lip gloss wearing phag or a closeted jock with serious crushes on your teammates or a burly bear with leather jacket and boots or even a discrete but proud tie-wearing gay businessman you DO have to fight the battle. This is whether or not you wish to fight, you fight it nonetheless. It is nice to have someone there on the front lines keeping the rest of us from having to face the bullets of scorn that come our way every so often. I love you flaming gay man. I love what you represent for us but I love what you do for me even more. Now if I can just get you into my bed I’ll be even happier.

Does it count if the labor is done at home. So i love a workaholic. He spends his time improving that which is not perfect or creating something new from nothing. i will honor him by doing nothing today.
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Does it count if the labor is done at home.

So i love a workaholic. He spends his time improving that which is not perfect or creating something new from nothing. i will honor him by doing nothing today.

Think about what we ask them to do for us everyday. They support us. They balance us. They make it easier to work and play. Most of us mistreat them though. We haven’t learned (or maybe we unlearned it) to care for them like the women have. They treat them to spas and baths. They rub them in salts, lotions, salves, and ointments. We spray them with disinfectant when they’re particularly ripe or we’ve showered without sandals on at the gym. So get a pedicure or have them massaged in scented oil. When you come out of the place you’ll see what a difference it will make in your step. Putting on your smelly sneakers the next day will make you feel like when your were a kid and thought your new kicks would make you run faster. Feet are amazing and wonderful things. Hide them when necessary but take care of them. Show them off when you can but make sure they’re in good shape. Let the aficionados like me perv on your beautiful feet when you’re out and about. If you’ve done like i asked i promise you we won’t be judging. Instead you can go home pleased that someone was turned on by you merely because you were you.
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Think about what we ask them to do for us everyday. They support us. They balance us. They make it easier to work and play. Most of us mistreat them though.

We haven’t learned (or maybe we unlearned it) to care for them like the women have. They treat them to spas and baths. They rub them in salts, lotions, salves, and ointments. We spray them with disinfectant when they’re particularly ripe or we’ve showered without sandals on at the gym.

So get a pedicure or have them massaged in scented oil. When you come out of the place you’ll see what a difference it will make in your step. Putting on your smelly sneakers the next day will make you feel like when your were a kid and thought your new kicks would make you run faster. Feet are amazing and wonderful things. Hide them when necessary but take care of them. Show them off when you can but make sure they’re in good shape. Let the aficionados like me perv on your beautiful feet when you’re out and about. If you’ve done like i asked i promise you we won’t be judging. Instead you can go home pleased that someone was turned on by you merely because you were you.

Which one are you? Are You the guy who gets off by being served? Are You hardest when the guy in front of You worships You? Are You only this way in the bedroom? What happens when You are in public? Do You expect obedience from Your employees, loyalty from Your colleagues, servility from Your attendants? What does it mean to be a Master in the bedroom and out of it? What do You want from Your slave? Tell us all please. No, you’re probably the guy on his knees. you like to be told what to do. you like when your hands are bound because it make you more subject to His will. You like it rough and if you gag a bit it’s for the best. you want to make Him feel good. you want to please Him. you enjoy submitting to Him. you enjoy feeling the sub to His Dom. you aren’t this way in public; you only like to please people because it’s polite. you wish you had a Master everyday though. you need to find Him. And when you do tell Him who you are. He’ll probably already know. So we hide who we are from the world to keep from being embarrassed or because we’re polite or because we have our private lives and darn it if anyone needs to know what we do in the bedroom. i submit that this concealment creates the man in the bedroom. That is we are who we are, in part, because we need to hide ourselves from the public and squirrel away the naughtier bits. i don’t know about you, but i enjoy the tension between the private and the public. It creates great spaces like this for the two to meet.
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Which one are you?

Are You the guy who gets off by being served? Are You hardest when the guy in front of You worships You? Are You only this way in the bedroom? What happens when You are in public? Do You expect obedience from Your employees, loyalty from Your colleagues, servility from Your attendants? What does it mean to be a Master in the bedroom and out of it? What do You want from Your slave? Tell us all please.


No, you’re probably the guy on his knees. you like to be told what to do. you like when your hands are bound because it make you more subject to His will. You like it rough and if you gag a bit it’s for the best. you want to make Him feel good. you want to please Him. you enjoy submitting to Him. you enjoy feeling the sub to His Dom. you aren’t this way in public; you only like to please people because it’s polite. you wish you had a Master everyday though. you need to find Him. And when you do tell Him who you are. He’ll probably already know.

So we hide who we are from the world to keep from being embarrassed or because we’re polite or because we have our private lives and darn it if anyone needs to know what we do in the bedroom. i submit that this concealment creates the man in the bedroom. That is we are who we are, in part, because we need to hide ourselves from the public and squirrel away the naughtier bits. i don’t know about you, but i enjoy the tension between the private and the public. It creates great spaces like this for the two to meet.

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