tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79105791388368343622012-01-22T11:02:52.171-05:00Thirty3 Naked Laydieshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07030749262426629618noreply@blogger.comBlogger17941100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7910579138836834362.post-76291306636712665642012-01-20T12:29:00.001-05:002012-01-20T19:20:23.813-05:00

Hi. Happy New Year, again. Yes, My Man and I are back from vacation. The "time-off" was well warranted. Where did we go? What did we do? Well, I'll get to that in a future post. But for now... the question is, "How is Aiden doing?"The answer is: He's doing pretty well. A lot better. I heard from him the other day. On New Years Day. He's 5 months sober. I'm sooooo proud of him. He's

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I can't believe that we are already in 2012. Crazy! The holiday season came (and is whipping by) so fast! Personally, I'm really not into the exorbitant-consumerist gift-giving that pulls a lot of Americans further into debt. Rather, my family and I focus on the meaning of the holiday season. We also focus on strengthening our relationships.But... going back to gift-giving, I couldn't help

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If you know you're gonna do it tonight, accessorize.

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Oh my God! Check this boy out. WHO IS THIS STRIPPER??? What's his name? Where and how can I find him??? Talk about a really inventive performer. Loving him. I’m getting allll sorts of new, fun, creative striptease ideas. I soooo want to book him for my next boys’ scout party. Now, if I’d seen these clips during my escorting days, I could have totally (1) Made a good buck or two extra,

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Hey guys, so... aside from occasional tweets, I think this will be my bon voyage post to you for the next few weeks. I was told to pack my bags. So that's what I'm doing >> packing the last items into my bags in order to rendezvous with My Man tonight in New York City. Last night, he sent me a text... instructing me to open his top dresser drawer and look for an envelope under his underwear.

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For weeks and months, I’ve been staring into an abyss. I’ve also been asking God to save me. To extract me. To make things better. To rewind the tape or pause it or fast forward to a time when things will be better.I’ve also been asking Him to save me from myself and to protect me from what I want. From the so-called ‘perfect’ world I’ve created with My Man, from Aiden, from my poor health,

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If you were following my tweets the other night, you already know about Mr. Italia. He’s been trying to grind with me on Grindr for at least 8 months now. Yeah, seriously. So… somehow… (how I don’t know)… but it finally happened two days ago. He wanted me after work, but before dinner with some friends of his. And I wanted him after work, and before My Man got home. So yeah, neither of us

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This is voyeurism at its best. Check out the left pec, gall and balls on this guy. How hung do you think he is? And talk about a surprise ending. Totally hot!

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I’m just putzing around today. It’s year-end, I really have nothing on the brain. Getting reading for Christmas. I already sent my Hanukkah greetings to my Jewish friends. So yeah… my brain is just spit-firing random stuff. I’m just reminiscing about stupid shit. Like the first time I took Ford on. I walked down 16th Street to his place near U/17th. That was the first time I ever really

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OK, guys. Once and for all, let’s try to get this straight – because it is confusing. It’s also a head-fuck.You have grappled with it. Admittedly Rude but Genuinely Concerned is concerned about it. Jim and I have talked about it. Collectively, we’ve asked ourselves, “Is sex addiction real? And if it is, are we sex addicts?” Is it soooo bad with us that it’s damaging not only our

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Let’ play 20 questions.Is sex addiction real?Are our social-sexual mores changing?Is sex addiction a personal addiction or a growing social problem?Is it an issue of impulse control?Can we blame it on smartphone apps like Grindr, Jak'd, and websites like Manhunt, Adam4Adam, Dudesnude and the 'have an affair' site, AshleyMadison.com (that proudly caters to over 12,005,000 [married] anonymous

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HA! My Man has mastered most of the steps in these videos, but there are some that he still needs to work on. That's why I'm going to turn our situation into a humorous one by sharing these videos with him. I'm sure he'll laugh. But after watching them, maybe he'll then stop wondering why I go and vent to my close friends. Maybe then he'll stop wondering why I get annoyed when he's unable to

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Tristan: You guys have work to do. I’m glad that we’re talking… and that you are confiding in me.Me: Yeah. It’s so weird sitting here on the sidelines trying my hardest to look into my relationship with an objective lens.Me: I’ve seen the incongruities all along… but I didn’t realize it was this bad. And all this time, I’ve really been blaming myself and beating myself upside the head. Yes

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Note: There are two sides to every story. Though My Man can't be here to speak for himself, I'll do my best to objectively (as possible) convey part of his story. For privacy and reasons of confidentiality, T3NL has never really dug-deep into the character, My Man. That said, this entry is not meant to be an exposé, but merely aims to shed light on part of my reasoning for having boys on the

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In Eyes Wide Open In the Red Light District, reader, Admittedly Rude but Genuinely Concerned (ARGC), asked a few valid, honed, and thought provoking questions. As you already know, the questions he posed are questions that I ask myself, grapple with and battle with daily. Questions that deal with intimacy, honesty and commitment. He asked questions that I’ve repeatedly asked on this very blog

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When we first started dating, My Man and I shared a lot -- about our families, about our lives, and about our dreams and aspirations. And I'm thankful to say that we still do.In those early days, I told him about the time I went to the sex club on Avenue A under the Chinese restaurant near St. Mark's Place in NYC. It was an event -- right out of Stanley Kubrick's film, Eyes Wide Shut. On

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I met My Man’s new assistant today. This morning. Wow. She’s beautiful, stunning, breath taking. That’s all I’ll say. Beautiful. So she’s the one he travels with on business. I see. She’s beautiful. Helena Christensen beautiful. And nice. She was very nice. Thoughtful in demeanor. He’d forgotten his cell and some papers – so she came to pick them up. He was in an important meeting

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Time? 6:28am. It's dark. Except for the lights twinkling on the Christmas tree and the single candle-lights in all the windows, all the lights are out. Outside, the moon hides behind a thick blanket of impenetrable clouds. A thin layer of frost covers the cars lining the streets. The streetlights give-off a soft amber glow -- elongating the shadows of the trees. A taxi just drove by. A

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This occurred this morning. My Man was showering. I opened Grindr and there were five text messages from this 28 year old, 6’3”, 220lbs. guy. When it’s more than one message, you KNOW they’re putting all their cards on the table and have sent you XXX pics.So yeah… I opened the chat, and sure enough, there was a body pic, a juicy cock pic, a hot ass pic and a face pic.OMG! It was Andrew.

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It’s official. My employer’s work pipeline is dry. Really dry. Sign of the times. This is a tough economy. Three more colleagues were “let go” last month… bringing the grand total to 10 this calendar year. Fortunately for me, the big wigs only decided to cut my hours (in half!). So with an adjusted 20 hour work week comes a 50% pay-cut… which means a dwindling checking account ledger. With

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I was g-chatting with one of my best friends yesterday. He’s London-based. We met in graduate school (and have since remained really close).Me: As much as my heart softens (and sometimes bleeds) for Aiden, I now realize that a romantic life with him would only lead to -- I don't know what. Pain? I viscerally feel for his ex. Not only do I feel for him, but a few weeks ago, he literally

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Last night, Vajayjay treated My Man and I to dinner and a movie. We saw Breaking Dawn: Part 1. It was my first time seeing a Twilight film. I now see what the craze has been and is all about. So you are probably asking, “Alain, are you #TeamJacob or #TeamEdward?” Frankly, I don’t know yet. Let me watch the preceding films and I’ll give you an answer then (*wink)But the point of this blog

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About a month ago, I sent Aiden a card with words of encouragement. It was meant to help him mark another recovery milestone. Upon receiving it, he was really kind… and sent me an email thanking me. He didn’t have to, but he did. In the email, he also asked about my health and welfare. I won't go into that, because it's not relevant to this blog post.Anyway, since the email, I’ve tried my

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It's 7:11am. 4:11am on the west coast. I've been awake for the past ten minutes. Just laying there. Staring into space. Telepathically sending Aiden positive vibes to have a good day. In my head, I'm slowly planning and mapping out my day. I'm congratulating myself for banking 8 hours of sleep -- and not 12. I am listlessly staring at the floor-lamp, and the streaks of grey in the

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We all have stories. Magical stories, sad stories, testimonies that grip, leave imprints and forever change us. We all have secrets. Big secrets. Little secrets. Perceived secrets. We all have problems, issues, regrets. We all harbor varying degrees of shame over something. And yes, that includes YOU. It's normal. It's life. That's life. That's the way it is. That's the way it always

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I'm an asshole! I'm really feeling the regret and guilt. Why can't I learn a thing or two and be more like Asian Bottom? After all, it's not as if My Man isn't begging for it :-/ While I have unknowingly (yet knowingly) had control over My Man's sex, read about how Asian Bottom has been busy keeping his bf satisfied: Morning sex is the best. That is the time when my bf gets really horny

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This isn’t the first or second or third time that he’s asked. He wonders. My Man wonders if I ever jack-off. My Man just asked me (again) if I ever self-pleasure. He doesn’t understand how I’ve been able to be essentially celibate* for so long; especially when he hasn’t had any (from me) in MONTHS!He thinks that I’m a good boy. He really does. That I’m perfect. But as you know, I’m far

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Twelve hours ago, (and on the spur of the moment) we decided to see the movie, Shame. My Man and I met his best friend at the U Street Busboys and Poets… and after, couldn’t stomach the idea of going home and just going to bed on a Friday night. Anyway, because of the film’s subject matter, My Man has since been seriously horny beyond measure. This is the conversation he just had with me. And

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This story is compiled from a series of tweets I shared last night.I’m at dinner. Across the table is My Man and his best friend. It’s funny, because I've had sex with both. And as first boyfriends to each other (ending their “straight years”), they too have loved and sucked and fucked each other. Funny how life is both circular and mysterious. If they could only read my mind as I sit here in

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It’s sooooo nice outside. Actually, it’s not really. It’s cold. 41 degrees F/ 5 degrees C. But the sky is a soft cornflower blue and the sunlight is super bright and yellow. Exactly what I want and need! Looks like beach weather… but unfortunately, it is soooo not. Despite the chill, I’m going to find time to go out and walk in the park and just absorb as much natural vitamin D as possible

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A few weeks ago, a reader asked, "How do you know you're depressed?"Well, how do I know that I'm depressed? Ummm... because it's sooo beyond self-evident at this point (and I don't need a therapist to tell me what is so blindingly clear). For a while now, I've felt indifferent and uninterested in things. I don't want to be around people. I stare aimlessly off into the distance -- out the

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It’s quiet. Not a sound. Just a siren in the distance. It’s morning. Early morning. Dawn. It’s still dark outside. My Man and the rest of my street are still sound asleep. Like babies. The nation's capital sleeps.But here I am... nestled in the bay window overlooking cold and windy park in NW Washington, DC. I like it here -- alone and by myself. These early mornings always give me

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Sending you all the best on this World AIDS Day Look, it's easy to decide that this is someone else's problem, but it's not! This fight belongs to all of us. Statistically we all know someone with HIV and possibly AIDS. Are you sure of your own status? Do you know the bare facts? Have you been tested lately? Advocate for HIV/AIDS on behalf of others with the same urgency that you would

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Two weeks ago, I went to see my primary care physician without telling my boyfriend. I kindly asked Doc to draw my blood for a whole battery of STD tests. And yes, I truthfully told him why I wanted it done. “Because an ex-boyfriend with whom I occasionally have unprotected sex with just tested HIV positive.”Let me put it this way – I love my doctor. He doesn’t judge. He’s in his early 40s,

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God knows that I’d like to be Zenar right now. Talk about a BAD ASS bottom in one of My Favorite Positions. He’s all about the entry, the lengthy punishment, the penetration and the face fall of cum. He's about being fucked. But alas, and unfortunately, my ass is outta commission for the foreseeable future. Anyhoo, this little Atlanta-based bottom feeder got boned by and fed NINE cocks in

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What scares me most is that you may-will relapse at some point. I guess that’s inevitable, right? Or at least, that’s what they tell me. They say that some degree of relapse is possible :-( They also tell me that you’ll likely replace one addiction with another.What scares me are the cognitive processes that may-will cause you to repeat the compulsive behavior even after a period of abstinence

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Simply stated, it’s easy to fall in love; but it’s tough to let it go.I'm sitting here... in front of my laptop... writing to the two boys in my life.I'm thinking about you. My better-half. My Man, I still believe in "us," too. It's just that my judgment is clouded right now. I'm handling a lot. And I just need space to process.A part of me wants to work on it. Yes, the better-knowing part

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So it's the day after Thanksgiving, and Americans are gorging and stuffing their faces on leftovers. So while you refill your platter, I wanted to share this little fact: No matter what size and shape you come in and/or like, ALL birds can be stuffed. See?Yes, ALL birds.Now, how much stuffing do you like?What's the most "stuffing" you've had in you at once?

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In the USA, today is Thanksgiving Day... so Happy Turkey Day to my amazing virtual family. This year, I'm thankful for a lot of things. I'm thankful for my breath. I'm thankful for my family, for the close-knit set of friends that I have, for my loving boyfriend, for the new experiences Aiden has opened me up to (that we could do without). I'm thankful for the readers and new friends I've

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I want to help you through this.I want to help us through this.Let's figure this out together.I believe in you. I believe in us.*It's 7:07am and I just woke up.At 12:36am, My Man sent me the above email as I laid sound asleep in bed.Sound asleep in bed.Happy Thanksgiving.Oh, and here is a kewl partnership.The real magic is at the end... so have a little patience.

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My Man got back from Rio thirty minutes ago.I got back from New York City three hours ago.We've both returned home... just in time to celebrate Thanksgiving with family and close friends. We’ve been apart for the past 10 days; and we both needed it.He had a great time. And he can’t wait to take me there. He thinks I’d have an awesome time… and that it will relieve me of much stress. It’s now

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There is a saying that goes, “When it rains, it pours!” I’m sure you’ve heard it before. By the time you finish reading this entry, you’ll understand why I chose to begin this entry with those words.It is one thing that this economy sucks and my firm is giving out pink-slips. And though I have not been laid off, my hours and salary has been cut. NOT fun! It’s also another thing to have aging

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The arguing has been getting worse. That's why My Man and I almost broken up last weekend. He said some painful things. Our hearts heart. He feels more like a roommate and less like my lover. Those words made me sad. It tears "us" up.Things are not all OK. It’s not all OK. These strings are straining. I want to tell the truth, but it will hurt. It will break his heart. It will usher in

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For once, let me be positive in my outlook. Many GREAT things have happened to me this year. In fact, many GREAT things continue to happen to me today. Things that open me to new realities, experiences and possibilities. But life this year has also been slowly spiraling out of order and into confusion.And now that it’s piled up, I want to run. Run far away. Very far away. Sometimes...

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As you already know, my life is kinda haywire right now... and I’m trying to rein it all in.When we first started dating 2.5 years ago, there was a spark. Crazy sparks. We were “that couple”. That beautiful “perfect” couple that everyone envied and wanted/wants to be. We were that couple that’d wake up at 7am and make love till noon.But here is the truth: Just because they smile and look

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My Man was in the other barber chair -- over there... by the crystal clean window. And I was here, over here, in this chair with him. He grabbed the comb to to comb my hair first before grabbing the adjustments for clipper. I wanted him to clean-up my mohawk. He asked if I was single. “No. I have a boyfriend,” I replied. He was my father's age... and I sensed that he wanted to know about

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Like Tim, I’d decided to work from home because of the rain. So... I basically did nothing but laundry and dishes and made the bed and cleaned the bathroom and picked-up My Man's dirty clothes. He has a way of littering our place with his stuff. Once I'd completed those tasks, I settled down to read the New York Times. But (of course) in between pages, I'd flip through the online pages of

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LOLOLOLOL. I'm laughing at my erratic mood-swings. I woke up this morning to the sound of rain on the roof. Sooooo calming. Then, out of boredom, I started watching bareback porno clip after bareback porno clip on CSBSTL (one of my new favorite Tumblr sites). Then for some reason (and just like that), all horniness evaporated from me. So I text my younger brother, "Happy Birthday!!!!!" He

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How do I feel? Well, I am confused. For weeks, my emotions have been all over the map. All over the frickin’ place. When he first told me the news, it was total shock. I was an ocean of tears. A total sob fest. I met with his boyfriend/now ex… and we talked and talked and talked and cried and cried and cried together. Then, I caught myself and booked that ticket and flew out the next

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Minus the secret cam, when I watch this clip, I’m reminded of how Aiden first met me (via Craigslist, in my bed, naked, and on his stomach).At the time, I was very single and he was three years into a long-term relationship that had “opened up”. I’d left my door unlocked and jumped in the shower. By the time I’d finished washing-up and walked into my room, there he was. Beautiful, naked and “

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Where do I begin? I haven’t clearly articulated this – and with reason. Because it's personal. Very personal and it's a lot! A lot!!! And for a while, I thought it was only me... but I now realize that there are millions of people out there suffering... just like I am.As you already know, a lot of things are causing my current state of not-so-good mental health, my depression, my

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How was my week? OK. It was relatively OK. For the first time in a long time, I had a really nice “happy” Wednesday. I'm not able to do full-on gym workouts yet, but at least I took leisurely walks around the neighborhood. Signs of progress.But then, Thursday was… Thursday was Thursday.OK. Thursday was a not so exciting day. Yeah, I was having a bad day. I just couldn’t shake off the

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[This morning]My Man asks me if I slept well, again. Because apparently, I was mumbling in my sleep, again. :-( Another dream. But unlike the first and second dreams, I couldn't recall this one. Sigh. And it didn't help that I (yet again) woke up at 3:00am.... Sigh. Insomnia.“What’s the matter?” I asked myself.[36 hours ago]I do admit that yesterday, I was terribly moody. I felt my

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My Man and I never argue. We debate. We respectfully debate. Two very different things. And I'm right 70% of the time (*wink). But lately... for the past few months, it takes little for me to just go off!Last night was one of those nights. But not just any night. Last night we had a HUUUUGE argument. Unlike any other. And it's been weeks in coming. After months of silence and palpable

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He wants to fix things. He wants to heal me. He wants to fix me. Just like how Aiden’s ex-boyfriend wants to heal and fix him and make everything “normal” again. But the fact is only I can fix myself. And only Aiden has the key to unlocking his soul and releasing the amazing spirit within… that I see… everyday.These are the lyrics to the chorus section of Calle 13’s song, Latinoamerica. It

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It’s Sunday morning and I've already told you about this morning's psychotic dream. Now, let me tell you about something else that transpired (after the dream) circa 7:00am. My Man is still dead asleep. He’d gone to bed early. Strange. Because he was on the phone with his best friend. Awkward conversation. I overheard a little – but couldn’t get the gist of it. None of my business

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I had slipped in with Hero the Dog just about an hour and 30 minutes ago. I had then slipped in a second time post-Tim about 45 minutes ago.I had brushed, flossed, showered, and was standing in the kitchen in my 2xist boxer-briefs.My Man finished brushing his teeth and sauntered down the stairs to give me a hug and plant a kiss on the lips that had earlier rimmed Tim's ass.Yes, I'm an ass.My Man

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My Man is telling me something... and I'm listening. He's trying so hard to tether me back. Away from my recent dreams and spells of solitude. He wants me back. He wants his property back. He wants our life to return... to "normal"... before all this madness began (weeks, months ago). Like Bjork, he wants me to believe that love is all around me. And it is. I know it is. I see it... I am

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I’m reminiscing about Washington Plaza Hotel Bottom (aka WHPBottom). Silently chuckling in my head. Come on! Can't I laugh at something?!?!?!And how about Actor Dude and I? Wow. To think that our life forces met on that fateful day of all days. His divorce has been finalized. And he’s getting a big, fat check. His ex? Well, his ex is now his ex (and we’ll leave it at that).A few days have

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My Man is traveling more and more these days. Lately, Copenhagen has been is destination point. But this week it's France. Paris and Cannes. And that adds to the distance between us. When he travels, he emails me nightly… colorfully telling me about his day… his travels… the people he’s met… and how much he misses me. So sweet. I always look forward to them. They are like unexpected

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I’m wandering. In a daze. Daily, hourly, weekly, by the minute. I’m looking for my old friend. He seems shy these days and hides from the light. But we’ll fight and find him, together. It’s not over yet.There are no excuses. But because my mind is here, there and everywhere, I’m doing everything in my power to reign it in and control it. It. It. It. The depression. The lack of energy.

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My Man and I are barely talking. The silence and tension are palpable. I don't know what to do. Even my friends have noticed. At least those few I allow to see me these days. We used to talk all the time... about everything... about anything... freely. We always debated; but now, it's either silence, two-word grunts from me or full-blown arguments :-(These past few weeks... months...

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Last night. I dreamed a dream. A big courtyard… of some school. A high school, a university…. I was sitting on a bench by a fountain. Mid-term season. A cool breeze breathed by. Another sun-soaked season was being replaced. I had my iPhone in hand. Was on A4A. Bored. Just looking. I checked my in-box, again. Suddenly, three emails popped up. And one had Aiden’s name.WTF??I couldn’t

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I had been crying… again… for a while… but had stopped… 10 minutes earlier. I had to. For me. I had to do something different. Change the routine. Enough of the tears.So I was standing there, again. In the room. In my sweatpants and paint splashed tee. I looked ragged. Tired. My skin -- dry. My lips -- chapped. I looked like -- shit. Staring, again. At nothing. At the air. At my

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Sometimes, I have to pull myself back...... and remember....Why I write.Why do I write T3NL? Because T3NL helps me put it all in perspective.T3NL is about learning and about changing.T3NL is about growing and allowing ourselves to be...... who we are now...... and who we're meant to become.Dear Faithful Readers: I am floored by the number of personal 1:1 emails I've received these past few

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[6 weeks ago]I was staring, again. At the wall, the still air, at the cracked paint, at the strong ceiling beams, at the shadows outside the window, at nothing.“Honey?”“Honey??”“Honey!” he said a little louder.I turned around. Slowly. Like molasses. Like a tectonic plate over a million years. I was dazed. Still dazed. And confused. And depressed. And confused. And emotional.He was

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Why do we "play on the side"?Why do men "play"?Why do men need constant "it"Why do men need constant "sexual gratification"??First, let's get something straight.WOMEN PLAY AND NEED "IT" TOO!Second, let's evaluate the first TWO questions that Hoda and Kathy ask Donnie in this clip. After Donnie answers the second question, please press pause and read on.First, it's not all about guys needing their

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So, Jim and I were talking the other day. We were wrestling. Wrestling with the conscious decisions we make. Wrestling with the “sexual addiction slash not a sexual addiction issue.”Jim: So, tell me. Have you really been proactive about not tapping your online fuck buddies?Me: Yes. I really have to consciously think about it, but I’m making progress. I even deleted my Grindr app the other

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These past two weeks with Vajayjay have been awesome. His presence and counsel have been a blessing… at a time when I need an angel, guidance, someone to talk to. The more I think about our talks, the more I’m able to better decompartmentalize things and not allow them to suffocate and drown me. And although Aiden is a significant part of my recent state of mind, so are other family-related

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Yesterday, two small earthquake tremors shook San Francisco.No major damage.Now, today is October 21, 2011.You know what that means, right?Well,after this spring's Judgment Day debacle,today is the other day that Harold Camping ("The Rapture" preacher)claimed would be the end of all days.This is how he and congregants areexplaining and dealing with the bloop.On that note, people:Find your best

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Do you recall what I said about cameras not capturing all the cool stuff that happens off-set and behind the scenes? Well, here is a classic example of what I meant. This particular incident didn’t happen to me, but to newlywed porn-star, Eddie Stone. We share this with you via his twitter feed. So, without further adieu, here is Eddie... in his own words....Sometimes the hottest action

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Lifeline to Life Before and After FirasI like him a lot. I really do. We have some things to still figure out, talk about and work through, but he’s still My Man. And that’s why he threw me a life line. We’ve been dating and doing the “boyfriend” and “couple/partner” thing for almost three years now. That’s why he threw me a life line. Because he loves me. Freaky, because I never dreamed

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It’s that time of day. Early morning. The dewy air is still cold and crisp and dreams wander from tree to tree. Like the City by the Bay, an unusually light fog-like mist hovers above my NW DC street. A squirrel just ran up the trunk of the acorn tree. Its leaves turning… shades of maroon burnt umber, rusted sienna, blood-orange, gold. My Man is tucked under the warm covers – fast asleep.

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He was triggering my hot bod and underwear fetish.This was months ago.So I wrote him.Just a short message. It read,"Totally diggin' your pics. The sale sign rocks, the jock rulz & the ass, the ass, that ass...."

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Prologue: Happy Birthday, FirasResponding to “Making Addictive Conscious Decisions,” Anonymous commented..."Well very few of us face the world completely. Falling in love with love's surrogate (sex) is easy to do. More often than not, sex without love (or some approximation) is so depressing that the only thing to do is do it again. Think of yourself. Think of what you really need. Make a

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I wanna tell you something. I wanna share something with you.Some of you are upset… even angered, pissed off by what happened the other day at the Waldorf-Astoria. To the point where you'd prefer to no longer read this blog. And that is fine -- because for you, “enough is enough.” You don’t condone my behavior. You don’t condone my acts of love. You don’t condone my infidelity or my

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What is wrong with these addictive conscious decisions I make to have sex in order to alleviate my boredom, depressions and/or life problems?What is wrong is that the following kind of situations then occur:All my work for New York Fashion Week ended last week. And as my commitments rolled to an end, Mr. Venezuela's obligations in New York City started heating up.I'd been in NYC for at least two

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I am really not myself right now. It's a lot of things. Work, love, life, the economy, finances, uncertainty, stress, new emerging journeys....I am really not myself right now. And I've noticed this for a while now....You know, when I first started this blog, part of my reasoning was to explore. Explore my sexual side. Experiment with sex and get a sense of my likes, dislikes, abilities,

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Those bulging eyeballs say it all! So… what have our readers been saying, thinking and voting about this, that and the other?Well, to find out, click on the label “cast your vote/opinion poll” below and (quickly or l-e-i-s-u-r-e-l-y) scroll through blog entries where your thoughts and opinions have mattered.Again, thanks for your continued support guys. Y’all rock!

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Well, I’m going to stay away from him. I’m not going to contact him at all. He already knows that I know about what happened in West Virginia. And I genuinely feel kind of bad for him. But then again, I don’t. Because he’s selfish. It’s always all about Joe.But regardless of what I think and how I feel, I give Joe a week to contact me. And when he does, he’ll do his usual. He’ll chit-chat

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So… what is My Man predicting now?That with increasing incompatibility issues, Joe will dump his boyfriend and shack-up with Best Friend. And the match-up won’t be for love, but because (in some dysfunctional way) he connects with Best Friend at a different level.So… My Man strongly believes that this shaky foundation will make “the couple’s” relationship more unstable.My Man also believes that

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After an unusually torturous workweek, the three boys piled into the rented BMW Series 1 and drove down to the cabin-site like horny bats out of hell.Over the course of their two-night stay at the West Virginia cabin, tensions rose between Joe and his boyfriend. Observing it all first-hand, Best Friend found himself in the center of it all. When he’d step away for a “me-time break”, he’d return

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Pakistani Pussyboi calls it, “territorial.” And he’s right. Because it is. Because I am. Territorial.It’s bad enough that my ex-boyfriend, Joe, is screwing around with My Man’s ex-boyfriend & best friend slash former one-time blowjob hookup of mine.It’s also bad enough that Best Friend is texting My man like a Japanese schoolgirl – revealing every detail of his budding relationship with Joe.

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Earlier today, Pakistani Pussyboi left a comment on "Joe’s Labor of Love 4 | Boys Gone Wild". It read:Do you ever think you might like Joe more than your man or is it more that he's still in your system... quite literally actually with all his DNA in you. I always get territorial about guys who have bred me.Pakistani Pussyboi: Great(!) question. Let me try to answer (succinctly – as it will

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So… the decision had been made. The night they left for West Virginia, I texted Joe.Me: You owe me one.Joe: Would have been fun to have you join, but I understand.Me: Yeah. But I think you’ll have more fun without us there.Joe: Should be a nice get-away. I’ve needed this break.Joe: I know – and I hear ya’. For being the sacrificial lamb, what do you want from me as payment?Me: Ummm… a

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Fuck!What were we going to do?Stay? Or go with the bad boys??I knew what My Man wanted. But for strictly subversive reasons, I really wanted to go. But I also knew damn well that if I/we did go, I’d be prying open a veeeery sharp can of rotten worms.So we sat there. My Man and I. Picking at the broccoli and rice pilaf. At the kitchen counter-top eating dinner. Eventually, My Man looked up

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Before the 911 break, I was telling you that things with (my ex-boyfriend) Joe have suddenly taken a very personal turn. A turn for the worse. Well, without further adieu, let us continue from where we left off.So the Labor Day holiday was fast approaching… and I wanted to go to a spa. A spa. Any spa. In Virginia, Maryland or nearby, rural West Virginia. Of course, Joe is telepathically

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For the first time in history,the African continent garners the Miss Universe crown.Oh yeah!Congratulations, Leila Lopes.Congratulations Angola.And Brazil... way to go for hosting.Talk about kicking-off the next few years in style.

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A mortally injured Father Mychal Judge is carried out of the World Trade Center by first responders, including Bill Cosgrove (in white shirt). Cosgrove says, "everybody you see in that picture was saved" from the North Tower's collapse, moments later. Photo by Shannon Stapleton/Reuters /Landov.

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It was the morning... or day before.The day was Monday, September 10th. For me, it was a normal day.Just like any other day.Business so as usual that I don't even recall anything especially remarkable.For sure, my wildest fantasies could not have imagined what would happen the next day--the events of 911.September 10, 2001 was just an average work day.Sadly, the weekend had come and gone too

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Last month, we asked you guys,"Ever popped a woody in a public shower?" Interestingly enough, (from the get-go) the voting was consistent. 75% of you said YES, and 24-25% of you said NO. In total 169 of you voted. Thanks!!!Now, we're going to go back in to time. You've probably forgotten, but from January 1, 2009 to December 31, 2009, we conducted several polls. Here are the results:Q: If you

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In my opinion, the Metropolitan Museum of Art could not have better timed the ending of its Alexander Mcqueen-Savage Love exhibit. If anything, it closed just weeks to the run-up of the release of this fall's collections. A brilliant way to promote the industry-at-large. Anyway, New York Fashion week kicks-off today. Yup! Today! Here is the full schedule. What does this mean? It means that the

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OK. This is getting trickier… because… it’s all hot, wild and “live” and "in-session". And if it continues to journey as it is, I may just have to… stop seeing Joe on the side. And though he’s told me not to worry and that he’s “got my back” pertaining to the confidentiality of our hookups, my gut tells me that something will eventually (and accidentally) “slip”….What am I talking about?

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Happy Labor Day holiday. School is back in session. In university and in graduate school, I learned a lot of theories and facts. With my fellow classmates, we discussed a whole lot of "stuff" in study groups and debated them in lectures. In the end, I'd go home pondering the brute realities and pros and cons of free and closed market systems. So it's sad that the average American doesn't

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To all our Muslim brothers and sisters, Happy Eid. For those of you not familiar with Ramadan, Eid is the last day where Muslims worldwide break one month of fasting (abstaining from food and water) from dawn to dusk. For yummy recipes, checkout these healthy and easy to make delicacies.(The most traditional way to break the fast during Ramadan is with a date — as the prophet Muhammad used to

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CollegeCumslut asked a very poignant question. "What's your 'number'?" Well, I took a few minutes to check and update the growing tally on my Little Black Book page, and came up with the following. I'm guesstimating that to date (and covering a span of 10 years): I've hooked up about 425 times ... with ~200 dudes and 0 dudettes. That would be 42.5 hookups a year... ...equating to 3.5

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I don’t think I ever told y’all, but my cocky 9"x6" Ford is gone. Yes, gone! Moved. 250 miles north. To the city that never sleeps. The Big Apple. To New York. Yup. Gone! Yeah, I… almost lost it when he texted me that he’d be moving… and that he was packing… and was hoping that we might be able to have one last fuck at his place before he headed north. Long story short, we did try to

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So... no more guests... and no more bristling. That's why I woke up early... to bathe... with My Man. He had an 8:30am meeting... so as he crawled out of bed... reluctantly dragging himself into the shower, I pretended to still be asleep. I gave him five minutes of private time... before quietly peeping through the vinyl shower curtain... stepping in with my pajamas... and making his morning

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Funny little thing. I hit the nail smack-dab on the head. My Man is a voyeur. And he does love to publicly display affectionate attention. In addition to subtly asking me for a steering wheel blow job and sex (with a guest in the adjoining room), he also dropped the hint that he’d like to attend an orgy with me. Say what????? Come again??? How did my brainy-self figure that one out??

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