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Can you believe it: Sports Illustrated?
Jason Rimbaud replied to Cole Parker's topic in News & Views
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Can you believe it: Sports Illustrated?
Jason Rimbaud replied to Cole Parker's topic in News & Views
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I found a prompt over at Gay Authors, Prompt 378. I had to use these key words: brown coat, brown scarf, broken shoelace, gift, zebra. This is what I came up with. The first thing I have written in years. Feels good.
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"It's not that I didn't like the gift..." "You don't," Ron interrupted while flipping through a magazine. "Right, but he doesn't have to know that." "He will figure it out when you never wear it and it goes the way the rest of his gifts have gone," Ron said, gesturing towards the closet. "It's our fifth year anniversary, that deserves something more romantic than a brown coat and an even plainer brown scarf," Daniel exclaimed, pushing his hair off his forehead. "It could have been worse you know." "Really. How?" "Remember the animal print top he bought you two years ago," Ron said, putting the magazine down on his lap. "What kind of animal was that again?" "Zebra." "Right, that would have been worse. A zebra printed coat." "Sometimes I wonder if he is even gay." "I doubt that," Ron said as he busied himself with his magazine. "I see how you walk into the kitchen the morning after date night." "That's what I mean," Daniel stood up angrily. "You shouldn't be privy to our love making sessions." "And you shouldn't be calling it 'our love making sessions' either." "We use to stay out all night just talking. We'd go out for long walks on the beach under the moonlight. We'd hold hands and make out until the sun came up over the city." "And I remember when you thought turtle necks hid your tremendously long neck." Daniel ignored him and continued, "Now I cook dinner, he opens a bottle of wine. We snuggle on the couch while watching Alien Encounters before shuffling off to our bed promptly at nine pm where our love making sessions begin and end by nine-thirty." "Sounds like a pretty horrible life to me," Ron said as he stood up and looked at his watch. "You have a man that not only puts up with all your crazy insecurities, your family baggage, and still loves you so much there are times I get physically ill being in the same room with you two. Horrible life." "You know what I mean," Daniel said as he threw up his hands in frustration. "What if it's over?" Ron rolled his eyes. He loved his brother more than anything but there were times it was exhausting listening to his insecurities. "COme on drama queen, we have to go if we are going to make that seven oclock showing." "I can't believe he has to work late on our anniversary." "Damn," Ron stated as he looked down at his shoe. "I think I have a broken shoelace. Why don't you go get the car and I'll change shoes and meet you down in a minute." "Okay." The moment the door closed behind Daniel, Ron pulled out his phone and waited for the connection. "Is it set?" The voice on the other end asked. "My brother the drama queen is heading down as we speak." "How mad is he?" "You know my brother, he doesn't even know how he feels moment to moment." "Thanks again for watching the house this weekend. You are by far my favorite brother in law." "I'm your only brother in law weirdo, "Ron said with a laugh. "Have fun in Bermuda." Ron returned his phone to his pocket and kicked off his shoes. He sat down on the sofa and put his hands behind his head and sighed loudly. "Finally, some peace and quiet."
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I usually answer the door in my undies, the scimpier the better. Either they want to come in for some chit or dirty chat or they excuse themselves. Either way I'm happy Jason
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I call bullshit Pec...you wouldn't be caught gay in Arizona! :)
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As great as this sounds, something tells me this is a fake story, probably written by a girl who loves her fag hag statis. Jason ( filling cynic )
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I do deserve it, I'm gay, we all deserve it. Now if only I could get a certain Emu life would be perfect. Jason
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I should be here more often but my career ( what a weird thing to come from my mouth ) has me full up the last year. As it is, in a weeks time, I'll be leaving San Francisco to open the second restaurant in what I hope is the start of a national brand. And though I'm not the owner or investor ( yet ) I am quickly moving up in the new company. Can you believe they put me in charge of a multi-million dollar restaurant? And a celebrity Chef too boot. How my life has changed in the last five years. I guess sobriety has its uses after all Jason ( the happy one ) PS. I also have a great boyfriend
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Not that I'm so policitcal, I am quite political, the first thing we should do is impose term limits on senators and congressmen, when there is no reason to vacate office, power can corrupt. Term limits on these two pieces of power would make a difference I think in how things get down. Jason
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Hillary isn't a woman, methinks she might be a robot...ice cold. Jason ( the non-political basing his observations on a pure human level ) She scares the daylights out of me. *shudders*
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My idea for an app is better and waaaayyyyy cheaper. I'll check your genitals measurement for free Jason ( the entrepreneur )
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Haha....I like Coles, what did they say? Jason
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Haha, not for the first time was I proven wrong, you can ryhme Australia. Though it was an person from a real place, not a fake one Jason
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Should America boycott the 2014 Winter Olympics?
Jason Rimbaud replied to Billy's topic in News & Views
If you look at everything, Russia is doing the same thing America is doing. Most of the republican party is looking back to what they perceive is a better time, the fifties where the family was strong and everything was great . And just like Russia, republican forgot it was the strict antiquated fifties that led to the free love of the sixties that led to the drug infested STD plagues of the seventies. And just like in Amercia, where the majority is starting to see that the failure to learn from past mistakes will lead to loss of power and momentum, Russia will either change with the times or will be run over by history. That being said, openly gay athletes or sympathetic athletes kicking there asses sends a better message. My two cents from the back of the bus, Jason -
I have it on firm belief that there are no bad poets in Australia, That being said, it's also an imaginary place There once was a man from australia z See cant even ryhme anything with that place. Bah Jason ( a lover of poets ) ..
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Considering its been so long since I did anything in my blog, I think it's time I should. It's been a magical two years. I really should find the time to write that blog entry. As soon as I untangle myself from his arms I'll get right on that. Jason (the content snuggler)
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But I like hugs from OLD friends lugz Life is good, really good. I am quite happy. Jason
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A Poem By Jason Rimbaud 1 You've always seen what you want to see But your truths aren't based in reality And I refuse to exist in your fantasy In other words 2 I can still taste you on my tongue Ours was a love that songs were sung And yet this is where my hurt was sprung From your words 3 And if I crash and my life starts to bleed Will you comfort and make love to me I only need you why can't you see Here are my words 4 And if my heart breaks and I start to cry Will you help me live or just let me die No matter your answer I think you'll lie In your words 5 Why did I ever let you back inside And now from you I feel I'll have to hide And the best way to achieve this I can't decide So here's my words 6 You claim you have since changed your ways And if this is true our love can be saved And right now I don't want to walk away So no more words
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I'd have to say my favorite T-Shirt is one I made myself I just slept with your brother Jason Another favorite is a plain white shirt and tiny letters , really small print on the sleeve it reads Aren't you a nosey mother f#%ker
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In a forum somewhere on that one site, there was a discussion topic that asked a simple question…Top or Bottom. And after reading all the comments in that thread, and believe me you should read them because they are extremely amusing, I decided to reply to that thread and offer up my perspective. And then, as one or two of you might know by now, I noticed my reply was getting rather long winded so I decided to answer this question in my blog where there is less of a chance that something I might say would get me in trouble. Besides, if you’re reading this blog than you are quite accustom to my long meandering rants that always seem to end before I get to the juicy parts. Before I get to the meat of the problem, I want t ask a survey question…Can you make a good top if you’ve never bottomed before? I would love to hear your comments about this subject since a few of my friends and I have a long standing argument about this very topic. I do know that I will always be grateful to a little punk bottom twink by the name of John for teaching me the difference between a straight top and a gay top. But then I’m getting ahead of myself again. If you’re straight, sex with a girl, even anal sex, is vastly different than having sex with a gay bottom. For one, it takes loads more preparation to get the guy ready which always leads to hot foreplay. And two, different positions adds a variety of sensations that changes the dynamic of just lying there on your stomach. Now before I go further, I am not a woman so please don’t tell me where I’m wrong with the above sentence. Thanks. The absence or presence of lube also changes the feelings for both top and bottom. I guess it depends on the need at the moment of penetration. And maybe the size of the penis that is entering me. In my late teens and early twenties, it was usually decided, and almost always in an unspoken action, who would top depending on our respective penis sizes as well as physical size. It was almost like the larger penis meant more of dominance in the bedroom. This is probably why my early forays into gay sex, while exciting and orgasmic for me, were usually ones I tended to forget the moment I left the room, or car, or park, or once a bus. This lack of memorable sex was also due to my lack of experience with a talented top that knew how to make it pleasurable for the bottom. I also observed back then that depending on my mood, whether I wanted to top or bottom, or to be completely truthful whether I was lazy or not, that I was drawn to a certain type of guy for each position. If I wanted to throw my legs over my head I was drawn to a more masculine guy, most of the time older than myself, and one that was more aggressive. If I wanted to have someone’s legs on my shoulders, I looked for a more feminine guy, usually smaller than myself as well as younger. Remember this isn’t a broad statement about all guys but my experience. And I am quite experienced in that arena. Some would say I was/am a slut but that’s not what this blog is about now is it? Why is it that younger guys tend to love bottoming? I’d love to hear some comments from some younger guys to see if they could shed some light on this subject. I know there are loads of younger guys that love to top and have never bottomed before but I found that they were always lackluster in their technique. Though they did make up for this by their sheer exuberance and recharge abilities. When I first experienced sex with a guy, and I’m not talking about mutual wanking, dry humping, or oral, it was with an older boy. I was fifteen and he was nineteen. In my early teens, I “experimented” with another boy that went to my church. Quite harmless really, games of I’ll show you mine if you show me yours type of thing. There were loads of dry humping, no pun intended but gladly accepted. And then, a year later or so, I was working at this trailer park cutting grass, I had my first touch of another boys privates. And this exploration, wanking off one another, lasted the summer. We had two glorious months of shooting in the great outdoors, and in the tool shed, in the pool, and anywhere we could get away with having our privates exposed. But once summer was over, we both with back to our respective schools and never saw each other again. My fifteenth year was a year that I will never forget. Caleb, the nineteen year old boy that took my virginity, was the older brother of this boy I met from the public swimming pool. And being the walking boner machine I was back at that age, the moment I saw him in his cut off Levi shorts and his long blonde hair, it was lust at first sight. Looking back I now can see he was a total predator but since I was a willing piece of prey, I bear him no ill wishes. I think I pursued him just as strongly as he pursued/seduced me. But that’s a tale for another time as I am currently writing about Top versus Bottom. Caleb was that typical “straight” guy that plays around with other guys but never identified with being gay and probably had some reason for rationalizing his gay activities. He never once let me put my cock anywhere near any orifice of his body and only touched it once in all the times we played around. But since I was a horny little boy and didn’t know any better, I pretty much let him do anything he wanted to do to my awakening body. His favorite position for fucking me was me lying on my stomach with a pillow under my midsection. After barely any preparation, he’d shove it in and thrust away. I’m sure he was ashamed of what we were doing because he never wanted to look at my face and he wouldn’t make a sound except for his ragged breathing. And he was the quietest guy ever when he came. He’d hold his breath, which was rather loud and always smelled of cigarettes, and he’d do this…half thrusting motion before pulling out and getting off the bed rather quickly. He’d always get dressed right away and then watch me as I finished myself off. One time while we were thusly engaged, he kissed the back of my neck but most times the only part of his body that was actually touching me was his cock. I do remember the look on his face as he watched me jerk off. It was like he was in pain but he couldn’t take his eyes off me. I once asked him to help me out but he refused very angrily. I was good enough for him to stick his cock inside me but anything else caused him to shut down emotionally. Looking back I think he was molested as a child and was relieving some kind of trauma but I’ll never know as I lost track of him a long time ago. And I’m not even going to go into penis size because I never really measured Caleb’s cock but I now know it was well below average. I’m sure this is why I didn’t need a lot of preparation and never really had an orgasm when he was topping me. I also can deduce that he wasn’t very experienced sexually with either girls or guys but that’s not the point. All I can say was my first sexual intercourse wasn’t very fulfilling and for a time it actually turned me off guys all together. The next year I turned sixteen and my next sexual partner was a girl named Christine and she was a demon in the bedroom. Sex with her was downright amazing and in her I found someone who wanted to touch me, kiss me, anywhere and everywhere and demanded that I do the same to her. And for those two months I can honestly say I was happy. But sadly it was a summer fling and once she moved away I never saw her again. Oh the summer of my sixteenth year. But I wonder what she’d say if she knew the year before I was letting her best friend’s brother fuck me into straightdom/boredom. My next partner was a guy named Brandon, and let me tell you, he was sex on wheels. He was so hot I didn’t care that my first go round with a guy was unfulfilling. I now know that the sex with him wasn’t that good but he made up for it in so many ways. Not only did he love shoving his cock inside me and touched me and kissed me into delirum, he also loved it when I returned the favor. Oh the memories of my first sixty-nine. He was also the first boy that fucked me when I was lying on my back. And after that little bit of magic, I realized that bottoming can be very enjoyable if you have the right partner. It feels different, sex with girls as opposed to having sex with guys. And it’s not just about the different bodies, some softer and some harder, hairy or smooth. Guys smell different than girls and I found that most of the time I am attracted to the ways guys smell and turned off by the smell from girls. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always enjoyed my forays into straight sex. And when I have sex with a girl I go all the way, I do oral as well as penetration. Though I must admit I’ve never really figured out the female breasts, most of the time I just leave them alone and focus on the other parts. And not to put down any of my female readers, but guys just give better oral. And there is something about giving oral pleasure to a guy that is always exciting and guys seem to just be tighter, on average, than girls and they grip you in a different way. Maybe because with each thrust there is a bit of resistance or maybe it’s just because I’m a gay guy that likes to have sex with other gay guys. One of my friends believes that topping is harder work than bottoming and for a long time I tended to disagree. I thought a good bottom was actually the one who controls the speed, angles, and does…or should…do a majority of the work. And then I’ve come to realize in my later years that it takes two talented people to have amazing sex. I know when I’m bottoming I am giving just as much as whoever I allow to penetrate me. Sex to me is like a partnership where everything is split down the middle. I’ve grown from my early years when I just laid there like a cold fish and let someone fuck me to an aggressive top that didn’t care about giving pleasure to my partner to where I am today. Am I a top or a bottom? That depends on your definition of each term and if there is truly such a distinction. I know I won’t be with a partner that is exclusively one or the other.
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It's weird actually liking the guy you are sleeping with...I wonder if all the gay boys know this is possible
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Okay you awesome dudes, challenge accepted J
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I can't read this entry from my phone, Des why did you use that horrible colored font? Now I have to wait to get home on my laptop to read this,... Jason (not the fuzzy warm bunny slipper as usual person)
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The house was dark and upon first glance he did not think Scott was home. But upon closer inspection he could see the outline of the blond sitting out on the balcony staring up into the night sky. He didn’t think he could cry anymore but the sight of his boyfriend in the moonlight caused the tears to once again cascade down his cheeks. He wiped the tears away with the back of his hand and went to the refrigerator to grab the bottle of Vodka from the icebox. He filled up a glass and walked outside. He leaned against the rail and lifted the glass to his lips and drank deeply. “That isn’t going to help you know.” He spun around and faced his boyfriend, anger flashing in his blue eyes. “Fuck you.” “It’s your stomach,” Scott said with a shrug of his shoulders. He leaned back further into his chair, thankful the darkness hid the pain in his eyes. Justin threw the glass out over the balcony. “What did I do wrong?” “Nothing.” Justin threw his hands in the air. “Is there someone else?” “No,” Scott answered immediately. “There could never be anyone else but you.” “Then why,” Justin asked as he sunk to his knees in front of Scott. “Don’t you love me?” Scott tucked his long hair behind his ears and caressed Justin’s cheek. “Of course I love you.” “Then why did you say no?” Scott sighed. “It’s hard to explain.” “Tell me, please,” Justin begged. Scott looked up as he searched for the right words but he knew there was nothing he could say that would make Justin understand why he could not accept his proposal. A part of him, a very big part, wanted to marry Justin, someday. But he didn’t want it to happen like this, not without something to offer in return. “Well, I don’t really believe in marriage.” “What,” Justin asked, clearly confused. “What do you mean?” “Even if I was straight and you were a girl, I wouldn’t marry you,” Scott said in a quiet voice. Though by the look on his boyfriends face he realized he shouldn’t have blurted out that way. Justin’s face darkened and his temper boiled to the surface. “That’s not what I meant.” “Then what did you mean?” Justin asked, scooting back a few feet. “I just don’t see the point of going through a ceremony that wouldn’t even be legal. I love you; you love me, why can’t we just leave it at that?” Justin stood up. “Because it’s about commitment, about standing up in front of our friends and family, acknowledging our love for one another.” “Have you ever doubted my love,” Scott asked as he slumped further into his chair. “Not until tonight,” Justin admitted as he walked back to the railing. “How can you say that,” Scott demanded as he stood up. “In front of everyone I asked you to marry me, and you said no. How the fuck did you think I was going to feel?” “Just because I don’t want to marry you doesn’t mean I don’t love you.” “I know, it just means you don’t want any strings. You love me on your terms but not on mine.” “That’s bullshit and you know it.” “Is it?” Justin asked as he clenched his fists. “After everything we’ve been through together, all the bullshit with your drug problems, Michael, don’t you think, you owe me…this little thing?” “Owe you,” Scott shouted. “That’s the problem, I feel like I owe you everything.” “What?” “All this,” Scott said as he waved his arms. “This isn’t my house, it’s your house. The car I drive, even the fucking clothes I wear aren’t mine. How can I marry you when I have nothing to offer?” Justin rolled his eyes. “Why does everything come down to this tired argument? How many times have I told whatever I have is yours?” “That’s not me,” Scott shouted. “I can’t keep living on your good graces. It drives me crazy having you buy me stuff. I can’t even buy a pair of shoes without getting money from you. I can’t stand it.” “Really, you didn’t have any trouble spending my money for your fucking rehab.” “That’s beneath you,” Scott stated in a quiet voice. He ignored the tears that started to fall down his cheeks as he turned away and walked into the house. Justin stormed in the house after him and grabbed his arm. Scott spun around and pushed Justin down on the couch, his left arm raised and his fist clenched. Anger flashed in his eyes and Justin realized he might have gone too far. He closed his eyes and waited for the blow to drop. “Fuck,” Scott yelled as he punched the pillow next to Justin’s head. “I didn’t want this to happen again. I fucking swore I’d never hurt someone I love again.” Justin stared up at him, his eyes wide and filled with fear. But when Scott collapsed next to him he breathed easy. He reached out to touch his boyfriend but pulled back when Scott said, “Don’t.” Scott stood up and walked towards the front door. He paused when Justin called out, “Where are you going?” “I don’t know, but if I stay I’ll do something that both of us can never forgive,” Scott stated as he opened the door. “Are you leaving me?” Justin demanded as he clutched his stomach. Scott called out over his shoulder, “Never you, Justin. I’m leaving me.” The door shut behind Scott and Justin fell back on the couch and curled up into a ball. He cried until the tears stopped falling. After a while, he went back to the kitchen and grabbed the bottle of Vodka.
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