tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5110193857594972532024-03-13T04:00:14.885-05:00Hockey KidILMikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.comBlogger30125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-43828953910622525772011-03-09T20:39:00.003-06:002011-03-09T20:47:00.511-06:00HOLYSHITHOLYSHITHOLYSHITYou guys remember eirey (irish boy) from the summertime? lets just say i may have brought him to the dark side. im 18 now, so i suppose i can talk bout my sexcapades. he was giving me a ride home, and we talked about girls and sex and stuff- i decided to tell him how unattractive my school is in the gay male department- he just nodded and kept driving. sadly i got out of the car feeling sad having lost another opportunity. the end.<br /><br />oh wait. no its not. so- all of a sudden he has some tutoring he needs to go to, but i could save him money if we just talk about his work at my place. we go in. he talks about how amazing my bed is. i jump over onto it. he follows. i flip him over and kiss him. i moved downward. we kept going till he was done- then he left quickly so he wouldnt have to do anything for me. shitty luck. but mikey's pretty damn addictive. i expect to see him around again... and again... and again.<br /><br />peace, love... more love.<br />M2Mikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-69260489130709476692011-02-24T17:25:00.002-06:002011-02-24T17:28:42.564-06:00holy crap, my brain just exploded. i FINALLLLLY am done with all my craptastic commitments, and im back with you guys. First things first- its to everyones blogs. but before i enture any further into the land of internets, i'll give you guys a little update. Already got into a few schools, had some interviews, and wrote 10000000 essays. ive been mostly bored with the boys at my school until recently, and there is little to no improvements in that field. ive been sticking with my talents, thinking a lot, and sleeping more than the other two combined. so. what'd i miss?Mikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-16562597547551073622010-11-11T21:07:00.004-06:002010-11-11T21:32:08.806-06:00Changes<span style="font-family:arial;">Hey guys, well since mikey2 is very busy w/ college applications, hockey, play, volunteering, zen study n other recreational activities i'm putting up another post. n i'd like to dedicate this to a friend of mine who had the courage to come out this week.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">have you guys ever been w/ someone that kinda changed who you are a lil bit but in a good way? y'know cuz there was this guy n he was so much different than me n everything was new n exciting. i loved spending time w/ him. he was impulsive in a way i'm not, never hid his feelings, introduced me to some bands... he was like a breath of fresh air n all of a sudden i found myself doing stuff n going to places i wouldn't normally go. he taught me to be bold, to take things easier, not to worry so much. that life is too short. he taught me to live in a fuller way n to say "fuck this" once in a while. as a result i put a lot of things into perspective n reevaluated my life, who i was, who i can be n what i can do. i became more accepting of others n of myself, less judgmental n learned to do stupid stuff once in a while n that that's fine too.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">n that's what i'm thankful for. have you ever been w/ someone that changed you like that, or have you ever changes others?</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">btw i loved that chat we had the other day.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">all the best to all of you, all the best to my friend.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">luke</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"><em>guest contributor</em></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">"be courageous n be brave</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">n in my heart you'll always stay</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;">forever young"</span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt2PkBwEvtFtWUrzhq28XJ2N0_Sb3NXrXVEqQjpCJjcf_HfA0Igq9ap_U848J4Oc4NfH0BPPzurLRH199BWrPq1EcygmaqqEttgVoHzxwRFH8oAeE8qCDMg7LgUNo8ndDa69tH__he4_HP/s1600/chagall.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 236px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538498247286013538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt2PkBwEvtFtWUrzhq28XJ2N0_Sb3NXrXVEqQjpCJjcf_HfA0Igq9ap_U848J4Oc4NfH0BPPzurLRH199BWrPq1EcygmaqqEttgVoHzxwRFH8oAeE8qCDMg7LgUNo8ndDa69tH__he4_HP/s320/chagall.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><span style="font-family:Arial;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">"over the town" by chagall</span>Lukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12508435518925715788noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-30941883937243628942010-10-20T19:57:00.017-05:002010-10-20T21:43:13.482-05:00Rio - my pics<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">Hey guys,</span><br /><div><div><div><div><div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">First of all, for all you guys who took part in the contest this has nothing to do w/ it. I haven't won anything, I'm just here as a contributor.</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">So now how about I take you guys around my neighbourhood? A while ago I went around taking pics n I'd like to share some:</span> </div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOhUDO-bMAeUYUd9aFReTZMpLObK0g-xC3hvsW7kAxEvW17-DPJ5hCUjuD4jNOeeo99lX9h_nXXLZdHYsQSy_aLg7kaxn0xXDWfsix2y6k7BOkUMQpluiDGtcomSrVnqF1C_ymIdG7td78/s1600/bike2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530315214244276530" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhOhUDO-bMAeUYUd9aFReTZMpLObK0g-xC3hvsW7kAxEvW17-DPJ5hCUjuD4jNOeeo99lX9h_nXXLZdHYsQSy_aLg7kaxn0xXDWfsix2y6k7BOkUMQpluiDGtcomSrVnqF1C_ymIdG7td78/s320/bike2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJMh9HIt_FcOKBWoDHGKZ61lWZCOJhMhnu8ImgULMNanNhSlO6g2cOArKh3CaNQFvURYN8128oJwEZi7Sj-NnZSDnJgNUf0UZF2DshqDzvjwlFXJck2hygT-riIR_8ljkamVktL5mvK_Xw/s1600/bike6.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530315608885804786" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJMh9HIt_FcOKBWoDHGKZ61lWZCOJhMhnu8ImgULMNanNhSlO6g2cOArKh3CaNQFvURYN8128oJwEZi7Sj-NnZSDnJgNUf0UZF2DshqDzvjwlFXJck2hygT-riIR_8ljkamVktL5mvK_Xw/s320/bike6.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">So these ones are of the way I take to ride my bike. It goes along this huge beach. Funny thing (you guys are gonna hate me for this) summer is coming here while winter is coming up there. Also I'm already in daylight saving time so I'm 2h ahead of ET n soon your daylight saving time is gonna end n I'll be 3h ahead of ET. Well back to my bike, this red painted side road is the "ciclovia" which starts in a residential area n goes into this protected wood area.</span></div><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK0eFzPo-hYx9TXMZzFxWmoOqTYWVEF4U9VCjEQ0I04OZdxB_PMaJJnDY1P12lZuycvaipJe2yloBjtjRzBwrWmFoGM6trazC_uRJNWG4BJA-JCKE5SCa0xq0hr_clmY2vlUs6RYEPdQbL/s1600/forest2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530316233489660482" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhK0eFzPo-hYx9TXMZzFxWmoOqTYWVEF4U9VCjEQ0I04OZdxB_PMaJJnDY1P12lZuycvaipJe2yloBjtjRzBwrWmFoGM6trazC_uRJNWG4BJA-JCKE5SCa0xq0hr_clmY2vlUs6RYEPdQbL/s320/forest2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjmP6pAXQsublyfYxj1tuI1niORYo5TMkVNpS1JctxcGKoCWBKo1Lj2XJ9V1PijACquzA5sTiXXqYBCnfvW8hijbfDVyTProOo7hLeR48G9lSNcwLKQM4voq5zNuRERZWNwiTNdhYg64JE/s1600/forest1.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530319439991171938" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjmP6pAXQsublyfYxj1tuI1niORYo5TMkVNpS1JctxcGKoCWBKo1Lj2XJ9V1PijACquzA5sTiXXqYBCnfvW8hijbfDVyTProOo7hLeR48G9lSNcwLKQM4voq5zNuRERZWNwiTNdhYg64JE/s320/forest1.jpg" /></a> </div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">This is the rain forest. I believe Rio has the largest forest inside a city. But it is decreasing cuz of urban area increase. I've gone there a few times for hiking but sadly it's impossible to camp, the woods are too dense n the terrain is too steep. It's incredibly humid but some tracks take you to very high mounts w/ amazing view. You can also go hang gliding (someday I'll work up the nerve to do it).</span></div><div> </div><div><br /> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijAEnBz3fRSdSx4T_shfGL8T9HYjXo1tshgrpS26OysaK1nWYJypWqDTiY-GcF0ETNwu_GKVoIf-DWwnQcVyKjK9qrHXGapjq0BVUNhv362yQHR_CmF7RUE8cyTrsmRjNKEDqbF5JNbXPZ/s1600/waywork2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530316758502272594" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijAEnBz3fRSdSx4T_shfGL8T9HYjXo1tshgrpS26OysaK1nWYJypWqDTiY-GcF0ETNwu_GKVoIf-DWwnQcVyKjK9qrHXGapjq0BVUNhv362yQHR_CmF7RUE8cyTrsmRjNKEDqbF5JNbXPZ/s320/waywork2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><br /><br /></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">This beautiful view is my way to work. See that bridge down there?</span><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS_TL-5_jBKIEt6q4bgz3jy7uvtL6HEsBLEqF-4P-8P7aarNh-Rr-jQmCWD-gg3sodjF0fPFRVSd16jYed-dNni64ZekxeLGYdEO2VF8qeRNkst7QzdFTxImuy8H-GAvbXYvmwOX8P-Das/s1600/slum2.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530317612046357858" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjS_TL-5_jBKIEt6q4bgz3jy7uvtL6HEsBLEqF-4P-8P7aarNh-Rr-jQmCWD-gg3sodjF0fPFRVSd16jYed-dNni64ZekxeLGYdEO2VF8qeRNkst7QzdFTxImuy8H-GAvbXYvmwOX8P-Das/s320/slum2.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4rBPth8ko-ZICsNL38YSX4uUmlnRFOynJdQ7vD43JpKOjOOD7DZkaOd3iP2GQney-ACiRDWz1oYlSo7Lp43AqvrWcS-2Yyg-jTc3Ne15rpaBYmr6Ff4a1_i8W0fXWJkgKEt2YbjQKUmt8/s1600/mansions3.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5530318092477448626" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4rBPth8ko-ZICsNL38YSX4uUmlnRFOynJdQ7vD43JpKOjOOD7DZkaOd3iP2GQney-ACiRDWz1oYlSo7Lp43AqvrWcS-2Yyg-jTc3Ne15rpaBYmr6Ff4a1_i8W0fXWJkgKEt2YbjQKUmt8/s320/mansions3.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div></div><div></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"></span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">N finally a lil social aspect of class inequality. See the slums along side some big houses in the mount, Brazil has one of the highest social gaps in the world. The middle class is only 25% of the population against, what I think is, 85% in America. The statisticians say that Brazil is an Africa w/ a Belgian in the middle (statistically the middle n upper classes are similar to the Belgians n the lower classes are similar to Africans).The slums are also where things get dangerous, they're home to drug trafficking, drug lords n gang wars w/ AK47s. </span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">But in these last decade things have been improving, thanks largely to a more stable economy (our stock market had a huge rally, we avoided the global crisis completely cuz here it's illegal to trade mortgage-backed securities or ABS... n Brazil's GDP might grow something like 5%) hey we're part of the BRICs.</span></div><div><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">Well I guess this is it. Thanks for coming. See ya soon.</span><br /></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">Luke</span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"><em>guest contributor</em></span></div><div><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">P.S: All these pics are mine.</span></div></div></div></div></div></div>Lukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12508435518925715788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-62622889395169882542010-10-12T00:29:00.002-05:002010-10-12T00:34:51.845-05:00Hey guys- ive been missing the old dynamic. im gonna get started with a contest.<br /><br />all you have to do is be a reader or commenter on this site, have something to say, and want the whole world to hear you.<br /><br />i know- all you want to know about is <span style="font-weight:bold;">THE PRIZE!</span><br />First place: you win a weekly column on my blog for the whole world to see. no registration, no set-up, no hassle. just a few emails or pms.<br />Second place: you win a one-time post on my blog, good for one month after winners are declared.<br />Third place: wins a paragraph blockquote in one of my blog entries, good for one month, just like second prize.<br />Honorable Mentions: win a couple sentences in the next entry after winners are declared.<br /><br />How to enter: tell me how you would use the opportunity to tell the world something, with no strings attached. whether in formspring, forum, comment, or pm. <span style="font-weight:bold;">BE SURE TO TYPE "mikeytoo's contest" SOMEWHERE IN YOUR ENTRY!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">The Fine Print:<br />("Mikeytoo" consists of the author pseudonymous as Mikeytoo, any judges he employs, site administrators of hockeykidil.blogspot.com, and anyone employed, as an employee or volunteer, under the name "Mikeytoo".) Mikeytoo reserves the right to change any rules/conditions/times/dates/acceptance criteria without any prior notice to participants, spectators, guest judges, administrators, or moderators("users"). Participants agree that any information, intellectual property, and any statements made are on the public forum and therefore can be used by Mikeytoo. Participants may "opt-out" or terminate participation by deleting any post or comment, or sending a private message/email with the wanted redactions included. Mikeytoo is not affiliated with "BDNY", "BDNYNation", or any of their affiliates. The author takes full responsibility for their words and any formal charges brought forth involving these words. Mikeytoo intends to keep privacy and confidentiality as well as customer satisfaction its highest priorities, but accidents happen; should you be dissatisfied with any actions taken by Mikeytoo, contact it privately. Mikeytoo reserves the right to terminate a participants participation in the contest for any reason without prior notice to any "users". (You do not own content submitted to this contest, but are responsible for requesting redaction/withdrawal in a timely manner if you wish your application redacted/withdrawn from consideration)... NO PURCHASE NECESSARY.</span>Mikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-89180812918313815572010-10-10T23:54:00.006-05:002010-10-11T00:35:05.764-05:00About a hug<span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">A few of days ago Mikey invited me to comment here, that just goes to show you that he's a really generous n selfless guy. We were chatting about the different aspects of hugging, yeah hugging, go figure... n he thought that'd make a nice post. I hope he hasn't totally regretted it... Mikey is a pretty big hugger but I, on the other hand, like being hugged better, I'm the opposite. It's just that I like it when a big guy completely envelops me, I like the weight, the warmth (not just physical), the feeling of beloging n fitting in that right spot.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">You feel protected, sheltered n also powerless but it's a good powerless, giving up power to someone you trust is exhilarating. It's kinda like you were in a rollercoaster, you just surrender, have fun n trust that everything will be all right. The truth is that you're not really giving up power but that they're so attentive n kind n caring that you feel like you're in the centre of the world (at least their world, which is pretty great). What an awesome feeling! N the opposite is also true, their hug is so huge that it surrounds you completely n they become your world.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">I'm not a fem n I don't fit the gay stereotype either but I know there are heterosexual tensions in homosexual relationships. But hey, there are straight guys wo like being dominated by women n that doesn't make them less of a man. It's a fetish like many others but it's also much more. It's also about closeness, being ther for each other, intimacy, trust n acceptance.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">A hug is more intimate than a lot of things, even a kiss, imo. Western culture is pretty much about individuality n "personal space". There's inhibitions, shyness n we think that tenderness is a weakness, that being sentimental is silly. We're also afraid of not being hugged back, that we won't be correponded so we don't put ourselves out there.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">N this computer stuff doesn't help either. I think that's why teens today hug waaay more than they used to, they miss human touch. That's a good thing. Plus ppl are always doing massages n shiatsu n stuff not cuz they need massages but I think cuz they need human touch yeah so now you gotta pay to be touched.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">But I think we gotta put ourselves out there more often (at least I do). We think we can retain power n be strong n all that but I read somewhere that to gain power you gotta give it up first n it's true. For example, think of a singer, he goes to thousands of ppl n sings n opens his heart out n says very intimate, personal things n what he gets? lots of fans, respect n love back. He doesn't lose but gains power.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">There are lots of things that we can say are hugs like: cuddling, spooning, holding... there are fake hugs, hugs w/ taps on the back that's like saying "enough hugging pal", hugs that rock sideways (these are awesome), w/ rubs on the back... as long as they're honest n you mean it, it's all good. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">So don't know what's my point cuz I don't really have one. So I guess that's it... hope you liked it. Don't forget to check Madeleine's blog, she's got a new post n go to Tyler's blog too, he's a good guy who's asking for our help. Thanks Mikey for everything, this was fun. N I really hope someday we can all meet n, what the heck, hug.</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;">Luke</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;color:#000066;"><em>guest contributor</em></span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="color:#000066;">P.S: This is a painting by a famous Brazilian artist, Romero Britto, called "The Hug"</span> </span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2-S7kIchVriXIC8b6ruLuw1GGRFZ4TfMFR3PRRoTb0PWSzeOZLiiuqUvJu7yZQHh0oeNfVWU_UpVJ2sVZCF2riHuoHQYswJTvvTDtx4tmGdGb1kIt53cggIj-IWdS9qxwh8qLfdT8J0o/s1600/the-hug-600.jpg"><img style="WIDTH: 289px; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526655484480877218" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW2-S7kIchVriXIC8b6ruLuw1GGRFZ4TfMFR3PRRoTb0PWSzeOZLiiuqUvJu7yZQHh0oeNfVWU_UpVJ2sVZCF2riHuoHQYswJTvvTDtx4tmGdGb1kIt53cggIj-IWdS9qxwh8qLfdT8J0o/s320/the-hug-600.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div>Lukehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12508435518925715788noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-75064121762305162532010-10-07T20:32:00.002-05:002010-10-07T20:46:16.249-05:00yawn.hockey season has officially started here. you can tell by the bags under my eyes and the freshmen who consistently talk bout how theyre on the team. oi. i never know what to say bout that. i didnt flaunt my hockey career (mainly cuz i never did anything awesome... but neither did they) and i still dont. its odd. yeah. between morning practices and workout sessions im pretty wiped. but you gotta do work to get work done (tantology, anyone?).<br /><br />so. what you all give a damn about- boys. irish is lookin pretty good right now... but hes an alcohomo... so i gotta do some work with him before i can get anything. breaking peoples misconceptions about homo is harder than convincing that fat girl who cries a lot that shes really attractive. dont get me wrong, mikey can do it- but mikey needs to stop talking in the third person first. i either need hours alone with him or copious amounts of alcohol. the latter, even in this age, is easier. ill have to hit him up after he comes home from a party. easily done. i always see him wrestling with himself- especially bout hanging out with me. he knows im a 'mo, and hes kinda awk bout it. i gave him an amazing massage- but then he "had to leave" i think he meant to say "was embarrassed he had a boner"... w/e. i know he'll come crawling back. its how guys work. im like a siren. except for how this is all proably just a dream sequence.<br /><br />my next point- how often do you get your hopes up bout a guy only to realize he, for one reason or another, doesnt think its right to be with you? you ever been there? i seem to attract closet-dwellers(hot ones, at that) only to realize they live so far in the closet they couldn't turn the doorknob if they tried. that ever happened to you? howd it turn out? you ever do a deep closet rescue?Mikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-68239192912661936602010-10-05T21:13:00.002-05:002010-10-05T21:22:46.535-05:00I'm kinda lonely...so... last saturday or sunday, while i was sleeping in, all i could think about was boy after boy. you might say "mikey- how is this not normal?" to which i answer "it is not extraordinary, but it hurt this time." im not unhappy or depressed, but it just seems like im missing boys more than ever. i long just for physical contact. just a cuddle or a hug- maybe- just maybe- a kiss. it eats me alive. i feel like a cutie with soft skin and a warm smile is what i need right now, but i have little chance of finding him. i hope im wrong. sometimes i just lay and pretend like im not lying there alone. pretend i have french, b, or awk holding me. that someone needs me, and that i need them. it leaves me feeling empty. i enjoy spending time just with myself, but i just wish there was someone i could count on to make me happy and to make happy. i guess thats all i really wanted to say. morning practice- better get to bed. ill see you, family #2. m#2, out.Mikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-50334825922182484582010-10-03T12:25:00.001-05:002010-10-03T12:26:43.488-05:00just a quick questionthink its worth signing up for adsense? a little kickback wouldnt be bad, i could use a little dough. but ill leave it up to you guys to persuade me.Mikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-83011878955627814082010-10-02T10:46:00.000-05:002010-10-02T11:00:17.861-05:00my current sitchso. i noticed i havent really gone into details about my friends and stuff. i realized that its important to let you guys know how awkward my situation really is. ive got about three really close friends who i hang out with most of the time. theres other people i occasionally hang out with, but its almost always the four of us. we have the quiet kid, the annoying/whiny kid, the awkward kid, and me- the funny kid. excluding the times i want to kill the annoying one, i enjoy my friends a lot. we spend almost every friday together and most saturdays when nobodys got a game are with each other. its amazing. we spend a bunch of time together, know each other well, and are always there for support. we have so many inside jokes that i cant even write down. but heres the awkward part. the awkward one is attractive... and i mean attractive... he knows im gay- but hes really still getting used to it. i know hes straight, and i know i have no chance, but i just cant get over him. its hard cuz i'll be sitting close to him, see his smile, and then melt. which is hard to work around. hey- you wanna watch a mov-(melt)*squeee*-ie. considering him, my other friends, and i are pretty much inseperable- im stuck with it.<br /><br />comment question- wtf am i supposed to do with this? i feel like im gonna die when im five feet away from him- its like fantasy-fuckin-land. any ideas?Mikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-39959608960233620002010-09-27T22:19:00.000-05:002010-09-27T22:37:02.740-05:00band-aids.could we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are shooting stars?<br />i feel a lot better guys, and thanks for the support. Pots has been yelling me to keep posting even though i really hate it (thats for all the times you ragged on me, pots! ha!)... but i realized soon enough that i need to be strong, not just for me, but for all the other cutey fruitys out there who dont know what to do. and to suggest they wear skinny jeans and come visit me. it gets hard some times, but i want you guys to know that id never leave this world- i love you too much (and boys too much) to leave you alone; what would you guys do without my wonderful humor and lip-syncing? ive thought a lot about everything and i wanted to ask you guys- you ever feel like not being with a guy is disappointing because you know you could make them happy? i always say that ill settle for best friend, but fact of the matter is i want to give more. it hurts knowing that we cant wake up in each other's arms or kiss. sex would be fun too. but the thoughts just- hurt. you feel an empty spot bubble up and you grab a teddy bear. its like when you drink coke too fast and you burp out your soul. or you watch (better yet, play on) a team take it to the cup and get stomped (sorry flyers fans). thats the worst bit. not the rejection or dismissal, just the thoughts. "thinking bout her, thinking bout me, thinking bout us, what we gon' be; open my eyes, yeah, it was only just a dream"Mikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-69038506034905414722010-09-21T21:09:00.000-05:002010-09-21T21:21:37.525-05:00shiti know ive let you guys down with my lack of blog posts. i'd like to apologize right now. but its time for sad mikey. ive gotten to the point where i think i need some sort of drugs just to keep me going from day to day. i feel like im constantly failing at everything i do. actually, i take it back- i AM failing at everything i do. friends. family. school. hockey. lets just say im on the last line for the third year in a row. ive ditched and been ditched by most of my friends. i'll never have a guy in a million years. i'm just so f'ing tired of this. im gonna talk to a therapist and get happy pills. i just cant go on with all my problems forever. its mikey- the human punching bag, the kid who cant shoot, the kid whos insecure, the faggot who cant get a guy, the actor who cant find the time in his jerking off schedule to act- except like a straight boy. thats all ive ever been, thats all ill ever become. its my destiny to make everyone feel better about their shitty lives. f me. f me hard.<br /><br />When you try your best, but you don't succeed<br />When you get what you want, but not what you need<br />When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep<br />Stuck in reverse<br /><br />And the tears come streaming down your face<br />When you lose something you can't replace<br />When you love someone, but it goes to waste<br />Could it be worse?<br /><br />Lights will guide you home<br />And ignite your bones<br />And I will try to fix you<br /><br />f me. ill just cry like the pussy i am. the usual mikey.<br />a nice grim comment question- what does being happy feel like? i honestly cant remember.<br /><br />^^why god doesnt exist^^<br />im out. M2Mikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-27847110913668073432010-08-21T22:20:00.000-05:002010-08-21T22:26:44.658-05:00gayboy crushes hurtI wanted to talk about an experience i had today. i was sitting at the mall waiting for my sister and mom to meet up with me, and a beautiful guy walked past. i mean beautiful. i could barely even think. he had the kind of hair that says PLAY WITH MEEEEE really loud. eyes that matched. very modern european facial structure. u know what the worst part was? it reminded me of b. the hair. the eyes. the face. it was all structured perfectly. so was b's. it made me feel hollow. i felt like something was missing. i wanted to just grab on to someone and never let go. it hurts just thinking about it- the perfect guys all remind me of each other. and i just want a teddy bear to squeeze. to dry my tears. thats all i really wanted to say. thanks for reading.<br />mikeytoo. out.Mikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-21746206673411936602010-08-18T21:53:00.001-05:002010-08-18T22:27:32.359-05:00CLARIFICATIONMy last post sparked some really insightful conversation. I'd like to clarify my previous statements. Think about this: have you ever had a "friend with benefits"? If you have, id like to get a comment about how you felt and how it ended up. If you think about it, FWB is really a relationship with sex and non-intimate relation. Im gonna start at the basics and work my way up here, so follow my logic:<br /><br />1.You like sex. A lot. Too much almost. (im a mind reader, i swear)<br />2.Sex does not initiate a relationship by its own power. I can have sex with a hooker or have a one night stand and completely enjoy myself.<br />3.Relationships arent always good, easy to work with, obtainable, or pleasurable.<br /><br />Because of axioms 1-3 i have proven that sex feels good, even without a relationship.<br />can we all agree about that?<br />(NOTE: by "feel good" i mean aim to climax. i realize there are many wrong ways to skin a cat.)<br /><br />1.Sex without a relationship is good.<br />-Relationships are completely unimportant to the rest of this proof-<br />THIS NOW GOES REVERSE (ANALYSIS)<br />2.Consider all the forms of non-relational sex. Masturbation. Mutual masturbation. Friends With Benefits.<br />3.Look at friends with benefits as a step up from mutual masturbation.<br />4.Look at mutual masturbation as advanced masturbation.<br />5.Masturbation can be done in literally an infinite number of ways, all of which feel good.<br />6.Mutual masturbation, like masturbation can be done an infinite number of ways. all of which feel good.<br />7.The partner, in terms of mutual masturbation, doesnt matter. It still has the same goal: to feel good. No matter what, it approaches its goal, and feels good.<br />8.FWB can be done an infinite number of ways: Boys. Girls. Trans of every variety- All of which feel good.<br />9.The partner, in terms of FWB, doesnt matter. It still has the same goal: to feel good. No matter who does it, it approaches its goal, and feels good.<br />10.Boy.Girl.Trans. in terms of FWB, all feel good.<br />11.Explain to me where the "disgust" comes from.<br /><br />From points 1-11, we can come to understand that pleasure is separate from sex and relationship. To claim that you only want to have sex with one type of person is arrogant in its nature (not arrogant with its negative connotation, just arrogant- overstepping ones bounds in terms of power). This was my earlier point. We all like sex. Why do we limit ourselves? Frankly- media. We're told we have to choose what we like, what we want to have sex with.<br /><br />Dont get me wrong. I wont say theres not preference. Preference matters- kind of. I think that two people fairly close to each other shouldnt limit their experience as two humans because of some odd ideals instilled in them. I think sex brings us together on a natural level. I would have sex with most people i know. I want to screw almost constantly, and so do the people i know. Allow me to ask the most important question: Why not?<br /><br />Thanks for reading. This took me a pretty long time. I would love to hear all your opinions.Mikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-82062019047588728472010-08-12T11:17:00.007-05:002010-08-12T11:17:23.783-05:00lity and that "turning" is merely enlightenment of that human nature.Mikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-68312652702914422012010-08-12T11:17:00.005-05:002010-08-12T11:17:20.624-05:00neuroscience, couldnt it really be a fight againt the inborn animal nature to fuck everything and anything? I posit that human nature is that of bisexuaMikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-76022987226007768902010-08-12T11:17:00.003-05:002010-08-12T11:17:19.622-05:00bisexual desires. I was thinking- a lot of gays think that being gay/bi ends the fight against themselves. If we consider freudian psychology and modernMikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-21772575522735902232010-08-12T11:17:00.001-05:002010-08-12T11:17:17.837-05:00Textin this from the road... Lets hope it comes out alright. So. I had a question for everyone. Can ppl be "turned" gay? Perhaps to realize theyre inbornMikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-85554155972777742332010-08-01T16:23:00.000-05:002010-08-01T16:43:35.821-05:00So... ive had a bland last few days... except for two things- here i go:<br />The first weird thing is that my friend, crush, and longtime challenge, B , started t-bombing me a tonsies. its weird, he loves complimenting me, but it might just be cuz im a complimentary person, and he got used to it. its nice tho. he'll text me every once in a while, i'll text him every once in a while. a conversation will start. its pretty awesomesauce( <span style="font-style:italic;">ED:</span>i originally typed that as awesome but decided to change it, awesomesauce is so much thicker than awesome). so yeah.<br /><br />Thing the second:<br />i was texting eirey who's a totally "straight" boy... and i realized something. i was talking about what it means to be gay... i tried to explain it, but i remembered how the label doesnt really work. i just ended up saying "sex and relationships are neither integrally related nor mutually exclusive. i was telling him bout how guys dont need to reject sexual relations with someone because theyre "straight", just as i dont reject female relations because im "gay". lets face it- sex feels good no matter what, so why should we live in fear of it? we make sex(happen?), sex doesnt make us(well... not in the literal sense). feel free to limit your relationships to whatever works best for you, but sex, in moderation of course, is good for you. ive always said, try everything once- cuz guys are awesome, but girls are too. refuse labels- let sex be sex and love be love.<br /><br />tokyo center, mike2 requesting touch-and-go, off to bigger and better.<br />tokyo center, mike2, out.Mikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-66055635816476380062010-07-27T18:41:00.000-05:002010-07-27T23:05:41.912-05:00coming out... kind of.well... theres nothing that beats a good blowj... i mean... coming out story. so i figured id tell you mine.<br /><br />the alarm sounded endlessly. i woke up- my second to last week of freshman summer had started... i was so exhilarated- i was gonna go to a block party with some friends and i was pumped. i showered, put on my lame clothes (i had no fashion sense... i look back- completely disgusted... ;-) ) and i rushed out the door. we were gonna spend the whole day together, me and my 3 best friends- J, S, and A. after i got dropped off the fun began. we had a total party and ran around and J, a girl, was flirty... i was like... whatever, cool. someone called me gay, to which i replied, in jest, "more like bi." i spent the night at j's house.<br /><br />the next day was another adventure. i went to s's house where we watched a movie and hung out. after the movie was over, j kissed me. she had the softest lips, like... ever. i didnt want it to end- i kissed her back. my courage skyrocketed. i was like- that was aweeeesomeeeee. eventually i had to leave s's house and go back home. before i even got there- i started texting j. i was just jumping with joy and courage and egotism and happiness... i was like "i've needed to tell you something for a long time" "what" "im bi if not gay". i texted s about it, and, to my surprise, found out s was a froot as well... s and i talked for hours about the perfect guy. abs and stuff... hair... people i liked at school... and i eventually decided to just go by the colloquial term "gay". j cried for like 2 weeks. everyone told me to feel bad, but i didnt really have anything to feel bad about... so i didnt. j was/is no longer my friend.<br /><br />thats the basic story of how i came out. its not crazy exciting... but its true.<br /><br />and yes. i did kind of like a girl.<br /><br />who let the dogs<br />out,<br />mikey the second.Mikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-66606392554048497332010-07-26T20:24:00.000-05:002010-07-26T20:44:10.022-05:00OnenessSorry no post for a few days... i was busy with some friends.<br /><br />I'd like to start off by saying something negative- some people really dont like homosexuals. i cant understand why. its one of those irrational fears- like world-devouring pandas (damn you ling-ling!). I challenge one phobic straight person to explain why gays merit fear- is it the scarves and skinny jeans? is it the generally non-violent approach to change? are you sure its not the goddamn scarves? is it cuz we dont conform to your understanding of gender roles?<br /><br />how did we get from not conforming to hating? i want anyone who hates to provide me with a valid psychological explanation, cuz this has plagued me for years. with all the horrific happenings around the world, is something as infinitesimally small as homosexuality worth focusing on? will people remember that a guy who cured cancer was a flaming fruitcup, or that he cured cancer? think about it.<br /><br />this brings me to a separate point. i was thinking about people, but without any labels. this is hard to do, but you eventually realize that were connected on the most primal level. what hurts one of us usually hurts all of us, we have the same range of emotion, we laugh, we cry, we sleep, we want to be happy. in a society that focuses on differences in individuals, perhaps we should focus on similarities. "If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die?" (if we see scarves or pandas, are we not scared?). if you really think about it, it will blow your mind and any preconceptions away.<br /><br />sorry no crush stuff rn. i might write about some boys when i get back from dinner, but rn, i gotta go.<br /><br />scarves and pandas will probably take me<br />out<br />Mikey lovebug mcloverton.Mikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-61778882536922380302010-07-22T20:47:00.000-05:002010-07-22T21:02:56.857-05:00poetryThis is one of the few poems i've ever been really proud of. it was just a conversation between me and a friend that got dumped by a girl and i just let it flow. read the poem and follow the instructions.<br /><br />Love<br /><br /> the world is talking, just listen.<br /> quiet your mind.<br /> clear the roadblocks in your mind<br /> feel the way your heart beats.<br /> the way you breathe.<br /> realize how much of this little world you control.<br /> flow with the world<br /> let it tell you its secrets.<br /> as a close friend<br /> allow your world to open up.<br /> it would gladly lay all its answers before you.<br /> but it speaks a different language.<br /> feel its vibrations.<br /> let it talk.<br /> you were made to understand it.<br /> do you see anything?<br /> does your heart feel a certain way?<br /> is your brain starting to shut up?<br /> you don't really need it.<br /> your body runs off the worlds vibrations.<br /> it breathes with you.<br /> it lives with you.<br /> it beats with your heart.<br /> it loves with you.<br /> it falls from love with you.<br /> theres a flower somewhere that curled up when it heard about him<br /> theres a tree that died with her<br /> theres a seed for every person on this earth.<br /> quite a few of them will bloom. just so you can smell them.<br /> some for you to see their beauty.<br /> some to see you.<br /> some to hear your thoughts.<br /> all in the worlds vibration.<br /> the world wants you to succeed.<br /> for, when you succeed, it succeeds.<br /> and love flows through its vibration.<br /><br />see my notice at the bottom of the page before copying.Mikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-24592996728979060822010-07-21T21:42:00.000-05:002010-07-21T22:03:15.774-05:00EireySo ive talked a bit about one of my crushes and i wanted to expand on it. Eirey and ive been friends since freshman year- we used to ride the bus to school together and we got along rly well. it was cool cuz he played hockey with me soph year so we got pretty close- we were some of the few sane people on the team. i started giving him rides to games and stuff and i started talking to him bout how he felt about friends and dates and stuff. he was always really cool about talking. we had a really long text conversation one day and i wound up telling him i was gay. he didnt really understand so i kept talking to him until it kinda set in. i still dont think he gets it- hed rather i just be one of the boys. when my teammate died we got really close- now for the emotional part. we both had a pretty rough day after it happened, but we were together. i talked to him nonstop for three or four days. but early on he kinda refused to cry- i could see the sadness and anger and every other emotion that comes after your best friend dies well up in him. i just stopped and gave him the most amazing hug. once i had my arms around him, he started crying softly. i could hear his heart beat slowly and his breathing shudder as tears streamed down his face. thats when i knew i wanted to never let go. it was a defining moment in my sexuality as well- i realized how much more satisfied i was with holding someone than being held. i wanted to be there and let him know that everything was going to be alright as long as my hands were firmly holding him close. weve always had a close relationship, but theres never been anything beyond friendship that i could grasp. ive always just wanted to be like... can i hug you one more time... or maybe a kiss?Mikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-60186048221749033482010-07-20T20:54:00.000-05:002010-07-20T21:03:49.377-05:00so... im gonna have very little downtime this week- sorry bout not posting very often. i have a lot of work to do for summer school... shitty, i know. but im like... actually doing work. which is kinda nice. i wanted to talk to everyone about one of my hobbies- i like to meditate. i was lucky enough to be exposed to a lot of world religions as a kid, so i took up an interest in the eastern vedic religions, and theyve stuck with me ever since. the best thing about them is their mystic practices- you can just sit around and have a huge realization about your life- and thats pretty awesome. i dont wanna get really like... controversial or anything- but give it a try. if anyone wants it, ive written some interpretations of my experiences with meditation- just small things, but i really like them. but just take a few minutes to sit and breathe and rly focus on your breathing in its completeness let any thoughts pass by and just sit. its weird how good it feels. yeah- just a mikeybyte. ill post something more extravagant later.<br />M2 has left the building<br />out.Mikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-511019385759497253.post-49448640574078421512010-07-18T18:26:00.000-05:002010-07-18T18:42:50.596-05:00Sooooooooo.... i've been hangin out with me lately. im staying a little out of the busy w/friends scene and just taking time to relax. i was on youtube and i remembered one of my favorite youtube celebrities- daveywavey (wickydkewl on youtube). he makes some great videos and has an adorable voice... did i mention he does his videos shirtless? yeah. one of his videos i stumbled upon today-<div><object width="640" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YUT1X8mQseA&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YUT1X8mQseA&hl=en_US&fs=1?rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="288"></embed></object><br /></div><div>i was thinking about why i liked all of these guys that play hockey and LAX... and i guess he helped me to answer just that question. not only is it hockey butt- but hockey players are often aggressively goal oriented- driven; fighters. when i find a hockey player who can be a man with a goal and can be a caring individual- its frankly orgasmic. maybe thats why b, frenchy, and eiry are such cuties. or maybe it is just the hockey butt...</div><div>M2... (aside:why do i still use m2?)</div><div>out.</div>Mikeytoohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14528743961687527866noreply@blogger.com1