I want to get this in while it was still Ash Wednesday.  Many Christians will beging a spiritual journey over the next 40 days or so ending with Easter.  Lent traditionally is a time of introspection and trying to draw closer to the Lord. In the 53 lents that I have experience this is the first time I'm journeying with the support and love of the BBM community.  Please pray for me as I pray for all of you.  It is my sincere hope to become a better person, father, son, brother and Catholic Christian when Easter rolls around.  My recent 6 day stay in the hospital has truly convinced me that God is in control. During this very special and sacred time of the year I wish God's grace and peace be with you all.

Your brother,

Perez

When I born the lady in the bed next to my mother was of West Indian descent, she had a baby boy. I believe that this where I got my fetish/thing about black guys from. Sadly the lady in the other bed had a baby girl who had the same condition as I have, unfortunately the girl passed away.

What I forgot to say was that Australians are very,very homophobic, very,very xenophobic and extremely conservative.

They love nothing better than to bash both physically and mentally and metaphorically any thing that is different.

I obviously was an easy target.

I have been told to get over it but being mentally tortured all your school days remains with you for a very long time.

This has not however turned me into a female hater or a mass murderer, or any thing like that. To me that is the most important part of my story as well as being given the ability to write , draw , paint and amuse my self.

sincerely

john

I have been inspired by Larry Faye Estese's story  Andrew: A short story so I thought I would write a small insight into my humble world.

Now I relise that many people in here understandably have had it a hell of a lot worse than I

OK i was born in England England was a great place but at the time my Dad needed work. An opportunity became available in Australia. Thus the decision was made to emigrate.

Now Australians attitude to ward English people was not good.

I had been in Pre school in Adelaide but due to complications with Australian governments and their mixed rules/legislation I was made to repeat grades 1 and 2.

I was terribly disappointed by this. But I had to endure it.This coloured my view of school, in general I hated school.

When I got to grade 5 Primary school I found that some so called friends took a dislike to me. I was bullied  and even got into some fights. As was a small kid I usually lost these fights.

It was about this time that some suspected that I "gay" now I was lead to believe that the word gay meant happy footloose and fancy free.

From then on my life became any thing but happy. The bullying continued into high school and gradually became more cruel, more viscous.

I was beaten up on more occasions than I care to remember. I generally walked to school as the ride on the bus was a horror  ride.

Then came year 11 when I attempted suicide on three occasions. I loaded a gun that my cousin ( who was in the navy) had brought back from Japan I never actually pulled the trigger. I suffered more bullying especially from a group of girls from the RAAF near my home. I have never ever like airforce people from that day on.

I liked to live the life of a recluse I would rarely leave my home and amuse myself with my cartoons and drawing.

I was very good at amusing my self since when I was born I had an allergy to all dairy products so I had spent the first 3 - 6…

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     Since the first of the year I've been taking a TRX (suspension training) class at my gym, The Downtown Marquette YMCA, in St Louis.  I have always been active. I've been a member of the Y since 1983 and I'm in good shape to be 53 years old.  Our member BKMAN1 once told me that I'm doing well for my age group(I'm paraphrasing--not the exact quote).  Bottom line is TRX is the most challenging thing I've ever done in a gym.  I sometimes have to stop and catch my breath during the drills.  It is frustrating for me because I can Spin for an hour or more non stop with our 3 toughest spinning coaches and sometimes not work up a sweat. And before you go there yes there is enough tension on my bike.  It's just hard for me to work up a sweat in winter.  It's a St Louis thing I'm sure.  Classes at the Y are for 6 weeks; this session ends 02.19.2012.  It won't happen this session but my goal is to be able to do what ever drill my TRX trainer, Patrick Funkhauser, throws at me without having to take a break by this summer.  I'm asking the BBM community to keep this intention in their thoughts and prayers.

     I am so happy to have found this site. A place where I am truly free to be me.  For those of you from outsid the Gateway whenever your in the LOU hit me up.  I know all the spots.

When I was very young ... starting at three years old up through the time I had finished Kindergarten and then continuing on though my elementary school days, and fiinally reaching far into the early days of my young adulthood ... I had a wonderful black friend.  This relationship continued until his death while I attended my second year of college. His name was Andrew and loved him with all my heart.

Andrew worked many years for my parents.  He drove our family car and gardened for my family. My mother and Andrew even kept a wonderful vegetable garden for many years.  He never married.  He was a lone man and rarely took a day off to see his own family and I cannot remember ever of him having a visitor of any kind. He was always with us and a part of our family for more than several wonderful decades. He is rock in my memory.

He was the kindest man I have ever known.  He was a large man and very muscular. His coloring was very black, that deep beautiful color of black of which there is no other match to be found in nature, maybe velvet.

The feeling that I had and continue to have for Andrew, still affects me and those feelings are more like a father mixed with being my very best friend. He accepted me exactly the way I was, and required no change. The last time I saw Andrew, which remains a vivid memory, was while I was a college student, and that unfortunately was the time of his death.

My father, hardly ever home and always consumed with his work, was often gone somewhere. But Andrew was there and he often played my father's role. Years later, I learned that my mother really didn't know where my father was either. She knew what his work entailed to some extend and she accepted that. But she never talked of those times, which must have been lonely for her, until much later, during her twenty or more years of being a widow.

My father paid little attention to me, never read a book to me, never let me sit on his lap, never told…

How many off you like the muscle guys with Tattoos? Do you think that it distracts from their looks and their muscle?

And what about when they get older and their skin looses its elasticity?

Some times people have tattoos for a reason i.e. to remember a loved one or to commemorate an important event. But some times you see guys covered in them. Know I know that in the past these people have circus attractions, and we don't want to go back to that lame mentatlity.

  So please comment and lets hear your thoughts.

Sincerely

zarathustra

After the passionate night Quincy and me had, we slept so good that we woke up a little late but luckily we didn't stay too far from campus. I got up and went to use the bathroom and when I came back in the room to get Quincy up, what did I see...one MASSIVE piece of morning wood forming a big tent under the covers. He must've been dreaming about last night and I could really understand why. He made me wake up with a big smile on my face and, if it wasn't for the sake of time, I would've put one on his this morning as well.

So I go over to him, kisses him on his soft, luscious lips and said, "Time to get up we're running a little behind." He slowly opened his gorgeous eyes, looked at me and said "MAN that was one intense night we had wasn't it?" then I replied "I'll say. I never experienced ANYTHING that special ." As Quincy was getting out of bed, he stood up, stretched, then looked down to see his surprisingly morning wood bulging way out. He said "WHOA!!" and I was like "Yeah I said the same thing when I came back from the bathroom. If we wasn't pressed for time, you know I'd take care of that for ya" He stood there laughing and was like "I know we'll do something later on this evening." and I said "Oh you know it my man but we better get cleaned up and on our way to class."

We went and took our showers, got dressed, grabbed our backpacks and was on our way to class. Surprisingly it wasn't as cold as it was yesterday so we didn't need our heavy coats just something a little lighter. We finally arrived at campus but today we had different classes so I told Quincy, "I'll see you after class and we can go grab some lunch." He said "Aight cool"

Right as we were about to go our separate ways, I grabbed Quincy by the arm and said "Hey watch out…

At this moment,

the leader of world’s most powerful nation,

along with the world’s most famous entertainer,

and the world’s most celebrated historical leader in recent history

are all black American men.

If you are waiting for your time to come, it is now.

Carpe diem!

BBM