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Today is a very special day. Today the Lord takes 22 years. And I'm talking about Marcello Lord. Lord Marcello is a young man who is part of the crew of Gay.tv . I know it makes no sense to say crew. But I love the sound of the word crew. However, this does not matter much. We say that is a bit 'I think I do a post on him. Why? First of all because it makes me collapse with laughter with his Lunch . Then why, that's like saying ... well ... here. E 'bono by died. And not least what looks awfully James Franco. The post that I wanted to call him "Lord I want to marry Marc." But then I remembered that we actually we can not marry. And indeed. Perhaps nowadays we have less rights than we think we have.

But here broke through an open door. I always think if the world was upside down. Or if everyone were gay, and then straight people would be in our place. How would the world be? I do not know. I think it would be better than it is today. And I really think. And forgive the joke probably there is much less distasteful. And perhaps what's happening today is not the case more . But I do not want to dwell. I do not want demagoguery. Why not even know that it means and then why it is very difficult to address topics such earnest for this blog. Not because I am not capable. No. Maybe now is the case to see what gay people are normal .

Why do people think we all go around with pink heels and wigs. To this point to justify a septuagenarian who goes with the girls. Ok, on some occasions, some of us also bring heels and pink wigs. But not all. That's why I attached is great blowjob in this post. Why Lord Marcello is a gay intelligent, witty, prepared, humble. And bono . And this is perhaps the message that we must pass. We are all equal. The same as heterosexual. So happy birthday Marcello, heart. The exact same words can apply to a dear friend. And with his creature. Today is three. Best wishes to you Popslut ! And a thousand of these Frappuccino. To both of you! And now enjoy a couple of pictures of the Lord. Greetings!

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Even today in Italy, a small man, he spoke to insult everyone. Not only are gay, but also women and all people. Several reactions triggered, anywhere around the world. That to which I feel is the closest declaration of Julianne Moore. It would not report the words of Carfagna or Santache. We should just ignore it. And if it were anyone else we would probably all. The problem is that he is the President of the Council. And even if someone has voted. This is Italy gentlemen.

THAT HORROR.

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You know this corner? E 'the edge of my bed Ikea. Too low and too much in the middle of the foot not to hit the spizzelli every day. Almost every day. Because there are days when I would take the edge tested. Days when I can not give a logical sequence to my thoughts. Days when I really wondered what my need . And I'm sure that somehow, just now I finally understood. A Myself, Annabelle Bronstein and who usually listen to me rave. But the delusion is just a constant that accompanies my days. That manifests itself when I can not really understand why some people are so fucking unreal.

Come to order. I finally realized that Mr. Bollore has a lover. A lover too cool to compete. This does not mean that I do not feel cool. Not at all. I'm cool for me personally. But alas I am not a Mister Gay Italy, and I any band that encircles my chest. I do not have a muscle tonic. But this does not make me something mister. As a tonic, and I always hope to have trained the brain . And maybe it's because of this brain that I realized what was going on. E 'served another Friday night at the Cow for understand. It was clear before my eyes, and those of all the commercial room. But do not despair. Perhaps I have once again given importance to those who deserve it.

But congratulations, just make a good couple. Luckily I'm a sports person. soul. Because despite my good about my diet does not take off. Indeed. Just do not I'm doing. And 'maybe this is another reason why I do not want well. Another detail of the last twenty days concerns the contemporary absence of the Castles. After his last sun had decided not to hear more. But then I was persuaded by Barbara D'Urso that is me and I gave him another chance. We started to hear the phone. Exchanging messages. Also this time I was believing him. There I was almost about to become attached to his voice. At his jokes. His intelligence.

But the leopard. And indeed, the vice solar was there, around the corner, such as dramas. So we went from a drink that you are no longer made. A film that we've never seen. And nobody has ever cooked dinner. When we included the fourth one, I've decided to give us a cut, with a text message. I know, no one does. But I do not even give you 18457 sun in a week. And here it is only for you, after a day of inaction on his part: "I would have liked to hear and see you. Obviously did not happen. And I will not even know why. but I wanted to tell. " You think he answered? Of course not. Silence. And the silence is usually more eloquent and clear of any other good speech. However, I tell you, I appreciate. Very much.

And then we come to sex. This month I have lots of sex. I have seen so many people. I towed a lot about Grindr. On Gayromeo and also to Bear. At great. I will have seen at least five people. All five cute. That are described as active or versatile. And that just arrived, well, they were obviously much more passive than I . This is fine, because this month I have become pretty active. At least my mother will be happy with this. But among the many disappointing encounters, one and only one was exciting. Prof. that too many of you had a coffee with me. Or rather, let us for coffee is a fuck. I of course I said no.

Thankfully, even the Too much is done . After two months they realized that it was not something as feasible. Ah though. Good news at last. Let's say I could not care less. Why here with Prof. is always very nice to do one thing. He knows there will probably only do that. But oh well greedy mare and satisfied Halloween, the party of monsters, so my party, I went to Muccassassina. Now I will make sure that someone reads this post Cow. Why I ask them questions and ask questions that I think are very important.

I understand that there is a Europride be organized and it takes them pippi. But because the cows must go straight people? Because who has a fucking piece of the Mario Mieli must un'oceanica row of one and a half struggling to survive and be seen passing in front of a bunch of hetero arapatissimi, a flood of frociarole Parioli, and a bunch of trans? All that then passing by. Passing in front of members. This has always been a mystery for me. And why does fill a room to capacity? These are all questions that I pose, and have only a fucking answer. Money. Money. Pippi. Dindi . will send an email to Praitano. I'm curious to hear his answer, if ever there will be.

For the rest, finally, the Halloween room on the second floor of the Cow gave us satisfaction. The music was finally enjoyable and danceable pop with related movements damn that moved everyone present. Well we are finally all : I Ga, Guy, Chou Chou and her husband and Mauri. We were in the right mood . But that just arrived on the dancefloor. As soon as I started to lash out, I sensed his presence. I had not the slightest thought that there could be too. I had so forgotten, that in a totally surprising was revealed. I'm talking about the meatballs.

Who for us from now on will be the unmentionable. It was there, more beautiful than ever that broke out with his friends happy. Here I am saying here and deny it. It was beautiful. In a second I crashed everything. The movements are going to fuck off (at least them), and my brain was fixed on him. The only one now, years later, still unable to give me a sense. It makes sense because I just lost it lately. Back in me, as if nothing had happened I started to dance . I started to pretend anything. Indeed. I started doing the stupidah. It is because when a wounded heart like mine, you realize that there is something rotten in the wrong and, above all, at that moment to survive the shame you have to do the stupidah .

short while you will have to somehow save face and move on. I pretend to, anyway. I tried to ignore, but I just can not ignore it. I mean I like it. And maybe I will like it forever. But the point is that real shit I did later. Out of that place too full of people too crazy. For the umpteenth time I threw the car window what little dignity I had. Guy accompanied home, as I returned to my house, I cut through the neighborhood of 'The nnominabile . As always. The point is that I turned and there he was Grindr on line. Green ball. While through traffic lights, the distance between us diminished. ... 4 km 1 km 2 km ... ... Zero. At the sight of the scratch I put your hazard lights and I pulled.

I lit a cigarette and turned off the machine. I lowered the music and I smoked quietly. With the phone in his hands, invaded by a far-fetched hope I stared at the green ball in the hope that seeing me there, beside him, he wrote. I thought I could do . I thought we might have to do a chat revealing and illuminating. I thought maybe I could put things right, apologize and maybe start from scratch. Unfortunately, after 5 minutes it seemed clear that all was useless. What I was doing did not make much sense. Above all, I was just daydreaming. Because he was not there for me. Evidently .

clarified this detail, this morning to go crashing into the edge of the bed has a something of right. I think I made almost deliberately. I am stubborn. But here, I think I set a new limit poracciagine with myself. A new month has begun. And now I have to make me start a new life. In a different way. In short, it is really needed. Especially for myself. Not Annabelle Bronstein, her no, I mean the real one. Tomorrow you better be sure . Edges of the bed permitting.