<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883</id><updated>2012-01-30T21:12:27.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PIMUSIQUE:</title><subtitle type='html'>I am the reality for which all of these things that you read on my blog is just a shadow. You don't want to embrace the shadow and miss the reality. 

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However, inappropriate or judgmental comments are not welcomed.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1171</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-9009312340759008472</id><published>2012-01-30T20:21:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T20:41:02.219-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BREED IT RAW:</title><content type='html'>THEY SAY THAT A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS. WELL, WHAT ABOUT VIDEO. THEY GOT IT FOR YOU OVER THERE AT BREED IT RAW. I CAN'T TELL YOU HOW MANY DAYS AND NIGHTS I DAMAGE MYSELF JACKING OFF TO THIS ACTION. I DARE YOU TO GO OVER THERE AND NOT GET BOTHERED. ALL YOU GOT TO DO IS CLICK ON THAT BANNER TO YOUR RIGHT. 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value="file=http://www.raynexchange.com/images/stories/videos/prettyboycreamed_trailer_low.flv&amp;amp;image=http://www.raynexchange.com/images/stories/videos/prettyboycreamed_trailer_low.jpg&amp;amp;autostart=false&amp;amp;fullscreen=true"&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-9009312340759008472?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/9009312340759008472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=9009312340759008472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/9009312340759008472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/9009312340759008472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/breed-it-raw.html' title='BREED IT RAW:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WTuv5rlCzes/TydF0_DkuoI/AAAAAAAALMw/cjLb_Yn_1hU/s72-c/StormChaser11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-1559701969818335096</id><published>2012-01-30T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T16:30:03.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LITTLE UNKNOWN FACTS:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-py6L8KwxjdI/TycLnCX-3HI/AAAAAAAALLk/L-ehNrHFfrw/s1600/Copy%2Bof%2BDSC00072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 236px; height: 314px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-py6L8KwxjdI/TycLnCX-3HI/AAAAAAAALLk/L-ehNrHFfrw/s400/Copy%2Bof%2BDSC00072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703540218368285810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uCtUCsQpVMI/TycLm0b7HbI/AAAAAAAALLY/V45IRgLvLOE/s1600/DSC00168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uCtUCsQpVMI/TycLm0b7HbI/AAAAAAAALLY/V45IRgLvLOE/s400/DSC00168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703540214626721202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THROUGH OUT THIS BLOG I HAVE POSTED PICTURES AND VIDS OF MYSELF. A FEW OF YOU RECOGNIZED THEM BUT YES, I DO PUT MYSELF ON MY BLOG A LOT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(FOOT NOTE): YOU WILL NOTICE THAT SOME PICTURES HAS BEEN DELETED FROM THE BLOG. THIS IS BECAUSE THERE WAS A CONFLICT BETWEEN MY GMAIL AND MY PHONE. MY GMAIL TOOK PICTURES FROM MY BLOG AND ANYWHERE IT COULD ACCESS AND FORWARD THEM TO MY PHONE AND I DID NOT LIKE THAT. SO, I HAD TO DELETE THOSE PICTURES WHICH ALSO DELETED THEM FROM MY BLOG. I WANT YOU TO READ ANYWAY INSTEAD OF JUST LOOKING AT THE PICTURES BECAUSE I DO NOT WANT YOU TO MISS WHAT I AM TRYING TO SHOW YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, another change to the blog...I will not be posting pics unless they are really important to my message. I hope that you are enjoying the new direction that I have grown into.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-1559701969818335096?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/1559701969818335096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=1559701969818335096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1559701969818335096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1559701969818335096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2010/12/little-unknown-facts.html' title='LITTLE UNKNOWN FACTS:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-py6L8KwxjdI/TycLnCX-3HI/AAAAAAAALLk/L-ehNrHFfrw/s72-c/Copy%2Bof%2BDSC00072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-1721919779067108638</id><published>2012-01-30T15:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T16:25:02.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY OWN DEMISE:</title><content type='html'>I was in attendance at the fallen police officer's funeral today and it was a massive show of police officers and law enforcement from all over the place. Public figures and spectators. As I sat there looking around and listening to people speak...I thought about my own funeral. I don't want a long one. About an hour is good. I wonder what will they say. Who will be in attendance. If I have left something for someone to carry own with their lives. If I have helped somebody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When this does happen I have left very detailed orders concerning my wishes. I do not want a long funeral. I wish to be cremated (well, the body that is because I will not be there). I told my mother about my wishes and she said if she have anything to do with it I will be buried. So I took that power from her and drafted a Last will and Testament detailing my wishes and gave it to someone that will honor them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please don't be sad. Well, you are going to be sad just don't hang on it too long. I will have had a good life. I have had a good life. I will be at peace. I may have left you physically but I will be with you always spiritually. I want the ashes from that body to be flown to South Africa and at the beginning of sunset...let those ashes be blown in the evening wind...in the bush. I want them to be one with nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I have a fixation for South Africa and if I do not make it in this vessel then I will symbolically. I had an spirit experience with someone passing and I think that they may have impregnated me with there life's experiences. I still can feel them. I still can hear them talking to me those 72 hours that he lived. Telling me his life, his young life. He was only 20 years old. I told you that story of Jay before. So, I know that this experience is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I did not wanna bring the mood down but I share everything with you and this is a path that all of us have to take. We did not come here to stay. Some have other beliefs of a after life and I respect that to the utmost. This is my belief and I expect you will permit me the same courtesy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-1721919779067108638?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/1721919779067108638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=1721919779067108638' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1721919779067108638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1721919779067108638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-own-demise.html' title='MY OWN DEMISE:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-5905596549085386792</id><published>2012-01-30T14:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T14:58:57.721-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PRETTY BOIZ -VS- THE DOGGZ:</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6_Mlb_7QHxo?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-5905596549085386792?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/5905596549085386792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=5905596549085386792' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/5905596549085386792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/5905596549085386792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/pretty-boiz-vs-doggz.html' title='THE PRETTY BOIZ -VS- THE DOGGZ:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/6_Mlb_7QHxo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-1261167313910472530</id><published>2012-01-30T12:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T12:45:41.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WATCH THIS: IT IS HOTT:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RNFWqw6BBk8/TybTA_CGopI/AAAAAAAALK0/PAIgRV-MYH0/s1600/00293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 236px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RNFWqw6BBk8/TybTA_CGopI/AAAAAAAALK0/PAIgRV-MYH0/s400/00293.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703477991985029778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I PROMISE THAT YOU WILL WATCH THIS AGAIN: I HAVE THREE TIMES ALREADY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe frameborder="0" width="480" height="270" src="http://www.dailymotion.com/embed/video/xnww23_la_shortfilms"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/video/xnww23_la_shortfilms" target="_blank"&gt;LA&lt;/a&gt; &lt;i&gt;by &lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/SOAPYSTUFF" target="_blank"&gt;SOAPYSTUFF&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-1261167313910472530?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/1261167313910472530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=1261167313910472530' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1261167313910472530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1261167313910472530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/if-you-dont-do-anything-else-right-now.html' title='WATCH THIS: IT IS HOTT:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RNFWqw6BBk8/TybTA_CGopI/AAAAAAAALK0/PAIgRV-MYH0/s72-c/00293.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-8503768806109469220</id><published>2012-01-30T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T12:33:21.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SODOM AND GOMORRAH:</title><content type='html'>Sodom and Gomorrah, according to the Old Testament (Genesis 18, 19), were two ancient cities in Palestine, near the Dead Sea. The Bible almost invariably speaks of them together. With Admah, Zeboiim, and Zoar, Sodom and Gomorrah formed the five "cities of the plain", all but the last-named of which are said to have been destroyed by brimstone and fire, perhaps accompanied by an earthquake, because of the indecency and perverse sexual practices of their inhabitants. Later they became prototypes of evil places and there are several tales in the aggadic tradition of the horrible things that occurred there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God made has plans known to Abraham about the destruction of Sodom, Abraham was worried about the righteous people in city. God then promised that he would save the city if He found ten righteous people there. He sent two angels to Sodom, and they encountered Lot at the gates of the city. Lot took the two angels to his house and offered them food and place to sleep. Later that night, the men of the city surrounded his house and ordered that he delivered to them the two men he had taken in. When they tried to force their way in, the angels struck them with blindness. They then spoke to Lot of the impending destruction of the city and told him to leave with his wife and two daughters. He and his family were warned not to look behind when they left to city, but Lot's wife did so and was instantly transformed in a salt pillar. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, does this city sounds like some cities today. Why when some gay men do not have a good time when they go to a Black Pride until they have had sex with someone. I have a friend like that. He must have sex with someone during a visit to another city. Am I missing something beside worrying about did I catch something orally or sexually (intercourse).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-8503768806109469220?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/8503768806109469220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=8503768806109469220' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8503768806109469220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8503768806109469220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2009/05/sodom-and-gomorrah.html' title='SODOM AND GOMORRAH:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-5697306654681984719</id><published>2012-01-29T22:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T22:39:41.235-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SOUTH AFRICA PROJECT:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eWCqExvp8-k/TyYQ4-ixC3I/AAAAAAAALJI/8wDRnVyxxtI/s1600/Picture-5.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eWCqExvp8-k/TyYQ4-ixC3I/AAAAAAAALJI/8wDRnVyxxtI/s400/Picture-5.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703264549158849394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This a personal post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you know my heart desire is to go to Cape Town South Africa during there summer months. I can only do this with your help. I need a person or persons that work with a international airline to help me fulfill this dream. I need for someone that can help me in the accomodations when I get there. I need for all of my people to help me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A "DONATE" button has been set up for this project. I would like to go in celebration of my 46th birthday August 16th. Please only positive thinking, dream makers with the ability to help, serious inquiries is expected. This is for real. I am not playing. I am not bullshitting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand that it is about a 16 hour flight. I also need for those that have been over there to educate me on all the documents and the requirements that I will need to meet before this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you in advance and I appreciate you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-5697306654681984719?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/5697306654681984719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=5697306654681984719' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/5697306654681984719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/5697306654681984719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/south-africa-project.html' title='THE SOUTH AFRICA PROJECT:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-eWCqExvp8-k/TyYQ4-ixC3I/AAAAAAAALJI/8wDRnVyxxtI/s72-c/Picture-5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-8863452830575896413</id><published>2012-01-29T18:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-29T18:54:14.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ONCE AGAIN...ONE OF MY FAVORITE SPORTS:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gm3DW_eXkE4/TyXZS4eSf8I/AAAAAAAALI8/zYjR-0ELGIc/s1600/sexyjulianb1_1265312272.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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I am in the process of looking at the DVD. So far this is my favorite scene on the DVD but I am told to listen to the song "For the Lovers". I shall because I am very obedient.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-4108583581857466538?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/4108583581857466538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=4108583581857466538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4108583581857466538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4108583581857466538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/kylie-ann-minogue-your-weekend-review.html' title='Kylie Ann Minogue: YOUR WEEKEND REVIEW:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/sgFJM5IvL6w/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-183743302120441832</id><published>2012-01-26T21:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T21:53:22.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I FEEL APPRECIATED:</title><content type='html'>I got this message on Facebook that made tears come from my eyes. It was real and I felt it way over there from Cape Town South Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hi My name is W...a Huge fan of your blog. I enjoy your balance in life. I am all the way from Cape Town South Africa. I am a Non Hodgkin's survivor myself and been in remission for the last 8 + years. You look like an amazing guy to have as a friend. Wow and i Love black foreskins...lol. With so much Love and Respect from South Africa. I see you are planning to visit our beautiful town. You will really enjoy it. Sometimes you are so close to the city and an 1hr away you are captured between the sea and the beautiful scenery of landscape. There are so many beautiful things to see and do. I work in Stellenbosch- which is the heart of the wine lands. Wonderful cuisine and wine awaits you...beautiful people and animals awaits you. Wonderful cultures and history awaits you. With love from Africa...W"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMEBODY APPRECIATE MY BLOG. AND HE PAID ATTENTION TO WHAT I HAVE TO SAY. THANK YOU WITH MY WHOLE HEART W.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-183743302120441832?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/183743302120441832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=183743302120441832' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/183743302120441832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/183743302120441832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-feel-appreciated.html' title='I FEEL APPRECIATED:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-8027844233894232453</id><published>2012-01-26T20:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:51:21.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DAMN M.C.HAMMER GOT SOME DICK:</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Vk1YtbkZTqc?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-8027844233894232453?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/8027844233894232453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=8027844233894232453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8027844233894232453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8027844233894232453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/damn-mchammer-got-some-dick.html' title='DAMN M.C.HAMMER GOT SOME DICK:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/Vk1YtbkZTqc/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-779910909594157491</id><published>2012-01-26T20:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:40:37.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE THIS DANCE ROUTINE:</title><content type='html'>THE DUDES ARE WORKING IT. LOVE THE PART WHEN THEY CAME OUT AND PUT THEIR HANDS ON THEIR HIPS. WAIT A MINUTE..WHY DID SHE JUST MADE MY DICK HARD OR WAS IT THE WAY THE BOYZ MOVED: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pDhbGvEdyAw?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-779910909594157491?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/779910909594157491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=779910909594157491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/779910909594157491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/779910909594157491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/love-this-dance-routine.html' title='LOVE THIS DANCE ROUTINE:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/pDhbGvEdyAw/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-85257753667666706</id><published>2012-01-26T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T20:26:20.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS HOW A REAL DIVA POPS A FAN:</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lTaXtWWR16A?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-85257753667666706?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/85257753667666706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=85257753667666706' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/85257753667666706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/85257753667666706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/this-is-how-real-diva-pops-fan.html' title='THIS IS HOW A REAL DIVA POPS A FAN:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/lTaXtWWR16A/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-2767182209888779801</id><published>2012-01-26T19:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T19:36:56.157-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WE SIT SIDEWAYS: A MUSIC MOMENT:</title><content type='html'>I HAVE MUCH RESPECT FOR ALL STYLE AND TYPE OF MUSIC...HINT MUSIQUE. THIS DUDE HAVE SOME MADD SKILLS. I UNDERSTOOD EVERY WORD HE RAPPED. I AM A OLD SCHOOL, BLUE LIGHTS IN THE BASEMENT, 60'S, 70'S AND THE AWESOME 80'S TYPE OF GUY. RAPPING IS SOMETHING THAT I NEVER COULD UNDERSTAND (LYRICS THAT IS) BUT I ENJOYED THIS AND I HOPE SOMEONE GIVES HIM A SHOT AT RECORDING IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh3wBrLQLvO6S7BS56"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.worldstarhiphop.com/videos/e/16711680/wshh3wBrLQLvO6S7BS56" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowFullscreen="true" width="448" height="374"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-2767182209888779801?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/2767182209888779801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=2767182209888779801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/2767182209888779801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/2767182209888779801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/we-sit-sideways-music-moment.html' title='WE SIT SIDEWAYS: A MUSIC MOMENT:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-4209763215306656206</id><published>2012-01-26T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:59:57.528-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS FOR SOME BODY FOR THIS WEEK.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8dZ6j1hEvyE/TyFbybb_9CI/AAAAAAAALGo/XP3pVUgDwyM/s1600/088-photomanipulations-fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8dZ6j1hEvyE/TyFbybb_9CI/AAAAAAAALGo/XP3pVUgDwyM/s400/088-photomanipulations-fire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701939525144540194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zeal is simply another word for passion. I've noticed that too many people today have lost their passion and enthusiasm for life. At one time, they were excited about their dreams and got up every day with purpose and passion. But now, because time has passed and they've experienced disappointments, they're not excited about those dreams anymore. They've lost their fire. You weren't meant to live a stagnant, ordinary life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is, most of life can be very routine. We have to work to keep things fresh. We have to put forth effort to stay passionate about our jobs, relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I'm telling you to "fan your flame!" In other words, don't let the fire go out. Stay passionate about your life so you can move forward and embrace your dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-4209763215306656206?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/4209763215306656206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=4209763215306656206' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4209763215306656206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4209763215306656206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2009/12/this-is-for-some-body-for-this-week.html' title='THIS IS FOR SOME BODY FOR THIS WEEK.'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8dZ6j1hEvyE/TyFbybb_9CI/AAAAAAAALGo/XP3pVUgDwyM/s72-c/088-photomanipulations-fire.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-8794014850979020491</id><published>2012-01-25T14:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-25T16:14:51.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GONE TOO SOON: MY DAY OF MOURNING: NOT A REGULAR POST:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CbZtfBI2xmc/TyBwwdHYF2I/AAAAAAAALGM/01JomEc-X8A/s1600/killedofficer_20120125110952_640_480.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CbZtfBI2xmc/TyBwwdHYF2I/AAAAAAAALGM/01JomEc-X8A/s400/killedofficer_20120125110952_640_480.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701681106002646882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TsZjuyCqGBU/TyBdhRiAT_I/AAAAAAAALGA/15CNoKopidk/s1600/Gail_Thomas2_1267600l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TsZjuyCqGBU/TyBdhRiAT_I/AAAAAAAALGA/15CNoKopidk/s400/Gail_Thomas2_1267600l.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701659954474143730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at news last night and I saw where a Police Officer was killed in the line of duty by a drunk driver. This morning at 7am I got a call from a fellow Officer that told me who it was and I was stunned. After hanging up with him her sister called me frantic, the Police department had just contacted her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known this Officer for 20 years and when I say one of the pure in heart persons in the world...she is that image. She had just got on duty morning, watch at 22:30 and was killed at about 23:00...30 minutes after roll call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Atlanta police identify officer killed on interstate"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atlanta police were mourning a fellow police officer who was struck by an alleged drunk driver and killed late Tuesday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Senior Police Officer Gail Thomas, a 15-year veteran of the force, was assisting another officer with a traffic accident on the Brookwood Interchange ramp from  I-75 southbound to I-85 northbound, and had just gotten out of her patrol car when she was hit,  APD Chief George Turner said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Zone 5 morning watch officer had just started her shift when she was hit. Thomas, 46, died at the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The driver whose vehicle hit the officer, 22-year-old Chasity Jones of Stone Mountain, was charged with driving under the influence, homicide by vehicle, 1st degree and reckless driving, according to Atlanta police spokesman Carlos Campos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to police, Jones registered a .16 on a breath test administered at the scene, but refused consent for a blood alcohol reading. However, a search warrant was obtained and blood was retrieved at Grady Memorial Hospital.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jones was booked into the Fulton County Jail and is expected to go before a judge Thursday morning, according to Tracy Flanagan, a spokeswoman for the jail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turner said the incident left the officer's colleagues shaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"As you can imagine, there are a lot of very raw nerves and emotions," he said. "We are very concerned about the family, and also about our family. We encourage our officers to depend on each other and to seek out help."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Officer Katie Riester, who lowered the flag outside Atlanta police headquarters to half-staff Wednesday morning, remembered her fallen colleague as a “great police officer” who “loved policing.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She will be so missed by everyone here,” Riester said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She was such a sweet person,” Riester said. “Her smile was just infectious; she could just brighten up a room.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Former Atlanta police Major John Woodard, who once supervised Thomas, agreed, telling the AJC in an e-mail that the officer "always had a smile on her face."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gail was one of the nicest people that you would ever want to meet," Woodard said. "Her death will leave a hole in the hearts of those who knew her."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mayor Kasim Reed called Thomas a "veteran police officer whose sense of duty and commitment to public safety inspired many of her fellow officers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the good police officers. She loved her friends and her family with her whole heart and she loved strong. 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My friend Anthony over there at www.monaga.net keeps me informed on all areas of this country. I will be contacting him about my travels. He is great with info if you are going that way. Check out his blog for the eye candy...LOL. Anyway, I was having dinner last night at my best friend's house when he had this dude from Santo Domingo visiting. This dude was beautiful like he was formed from the red clay of Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very nice dude. He taught me a little Spanish. I learned dog, cat, girl, boy, man, woman, horse and car. I learned how to understand them in a sentence. We talked about his country and he took me to his country in the spirit. He told me the good, the bad and the ugly about the people and visitors. But I could have told him the same things about the people and visitors of any city in the U.S.A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that the things that we consider nothing is great to them. He told me that if I came over with some bath wash and had a man friend visiting...he said that there is a chance that when he leave my bath wash will be missing. That was just an example that he used to show me how bath wash is not important to me but is a treasure to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have put this island on my "things to do" this year. I have been all around this island but never stopped. I also wanna visit Haiti. This island is on the backside of DR. There is so much I am going to do this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After talking and drinking with him until the wee hours of the morning...I got up excited about reading about this place. I went straight to Anthony's blog and got educated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was going to borrow some pictures from him to post on my blog but I would rather for you to go over there and see for yourself....that's all I gotta say....ENJOY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-1721333803945488916?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/1721333803945488916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=1721333803945488916' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1721333803945488916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1721333803945488916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/dominican-republic.html' title='DOMINICAN REPUBLIC:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FPhI0zp3Io8/Tx-bI_ZRSSI/AAAAAAAALF0/xcEj05LzxBo/s72-c/Dominican-Republic-Flag.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-166892168137924404</id><published>2012-01-24T02:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T03:32:35.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ATLANTA A-LIST:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zbUEQzqRWhw/Tx5smfzgabI/AAAAAAAALFc/4p1025_SSIY/s1600/blackberry%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zbUEQzqRWhw/Tx5smfzgabI/AAAAAAAALFc/4p1025_SSIY/s400/blackberry%2B001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701113586925988274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-51cfe3A3gIM/Tx5smXN2gzI/AAAAAAAALFQ/yNPmdgDFRnI/s1600/pixfromphone%2B034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-51cfe3A3gIM/Tx5smXN2gzI/AAAAAAAALFQ/yNPmdgDFRnI/s400/pixfromphone%2B034.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701113584620569394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS TRULY HOW SOME PEOPLE IN ATLANTA LIVE. I KNOW PEOPLE THAT REALLY DO HAVE THIS LIFESTYLE. I KNOW A FEW IN THIS CLIP. I DID NOT MAKE THIS LIST. IT IS LIKE THE GAY MALE VERSION OF HOUSEWIVES OF ATLANTA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed width="452" height="361" quality="high" wmode="transparent" name="main" id="main" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" src="http://www.juicestream.com/media/player/player.swf?f=http://www.juicestream.com/media/player/config_embed.php?vkey=4553" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-166892168137924404?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/166892168137924404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=166892168137924404' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/166892168137924404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/166892168137924404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/atlanta-list.html' title='ATLANTA A-LIST:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zbUEQzqRWhw/Tx5smfzgabI/AAAAAAAALFc/4p1025_SSIY/s72-c/blackberry%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-3827911377364802590</id><published>2012-01-22T19:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T20:42:45.884-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SHAKING OF HANDS:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOpF5vWS-wM/TxyyQRRYTpI/AAAAAAAALFE/TUCoubM1WMo/s1600/handshake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 286px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOpF5vWS-wM/TxyyQRRYTpI/AAAAAAAALFE/TUCoubM1WMo/s400/handshake.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700627220928155282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The handshake is initiated when the two hands touch, immediately. It is commonly done upon meeting, greeting, parting, offering congratulations, expressing gratitude, or completing an agreement. In sports or other competitive activities, it is also done as a sign of good sportsmanship. Its purpose is to convey trust, balance, and equality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lot of betrayal and backstabbing is done by this simple gesture. Once upon a time your word was all you needed to represent you honesty and loyalty. It was sealed by a hand shake which is a empty right hand which indicates that you can be trusted or that you mean no harm. Some people greet each other with a kiss. Some have also been betrayed by a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now that handshake can make you sick. Someone can pass a germ or bacteria to you that you then pass to someone else and so far and so on. People do not take the proper care to wash there hands. This has made many of us sick and have caused people with weaken immune system to come very close to the ultimate sacrifice....all stemmed from a handshake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not shake hands freely. I will give you a pound (that is a closed fist tapping another closed fist). When I am in a professional situation where a handshake is proper...I discretely use my hand sanitize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very paranoid anyway when it come to bodily contact. I sometimes have to take a very hot shower after I have jacked off with someone and we didn't even touch each other, there was no exchange of bodily fluids. We were on different sides of the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went in this little sex place here in Atlanta for the first time this weekend on a dare and was in there about 5 minutes and left...came home feeling like I had un-named germs on me that the CDC needed to study. I took a shower to no satisfaction. I had to resort to taking a Micheal Jackson bath (A sit down in the tub with a 1/2 cup of bleach)called a sitz bath with epsom salt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I am a bit of a germaphobe.I never have been a touchy, feely person. All I want is the best for you. To keep you health conscience. So when I meet you or greet you please don't be surprised if I greet you with a hug. Not a phony church hug but a brotherly hug that you can feel that it is real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-3827911377364802590?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/3827911377364802590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=3827911377364802590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/3827911377364802590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/3827911377364802590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/shaking-of-hands.html' title='THE SHAKING OF HANDS:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aOpF5vWS-wM/TxyyQRRYTpI/AAAAAAAALFE/TUCoubM1WMo/s72-c/handshake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-5665068623930320066</id><published>2012-01-22T14:21:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T15:56:54.465-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CAPETOWN SOUTH AFRICA:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0VKK6XGCr7c/TxxrcMwgWhI/AAAAAAAALE4/p9bjaKy-iwE/s1600/Cape_Town_Jun_09_s%2Bcompress%2B136.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 186px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0VKK6XGCr7c/TxxrcMwgWhI/AAAAAAAALE4/p9bjaKy-iwE/s400/Cape_Town_Jun_09_s%2Bcompress%2B136.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700549360549386770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixc0tHt6SB8/TxxrKuBqPII/AAAAAAAALEk/EwGomkvqacY/s1600/CPT%2BCape%2BTown%2BRobben%2BIsland%2BNelson%2BMandelas%2Bisolation%2Bcell%2Bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ixc0tHt6SB8/TxxrKuBqPII/AAAAAAAALEk/EwGomkvqacY/s400/CPT%2BCape%2BTown%2BRobben%2BIsland%2BNelson%2BMandelas%2Bisolation%2Bcell%2Bb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700549060242062466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q19rOQDA5Ls/TxxrKFyohjI/AAAAAAAALEU/pOHuWeoqHTw/s1600/CPT%2BCape%2BTown%2BRobben%2BIsland%2Bmaximum%2Bsecurity%2Bprison%2Binterior%2Bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Q19rOQDA5Ls/TxxrKFyohjI/AAAAAAAALEU/pOHuWeoqHTw/s400/CPT%2BCape%2BTown%2BRobben%2BIsland%2Bmaximum%2Bsecurity%2Bprison%2Binterior%2Bb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700549049441617458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EtI6cGpBZN4/TxxrKDW67sI/AAAAAAAALEI/EQYT4gBUerQ/s1600/CPT%2BCape%2BTown%2BRobben%2BIsland%2Bmaximum%2Bsecurity%2Bprison%2Bexterior%2Bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EtI6cGpBZN4/TxxrKDW67sI/AAAAAAAALEI/EQYT4gBUerQ/s400/CPT%2BCape%2BTown%2BRobben%2BIsland%2Bmaximum%2Bsecurity%2Bprison%2Bexterior%2Bb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700549048788512450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MKcriCIAsi8/TxxrLEGFO-I/AAAAAAAALEs/sxi9YPJEwSc/s1600/CPT%2BCape%2BTown%2BRobben%2BIsland%2BNelson%2BMandelas%2Bisolation%2Bcell%2Bwith%2Bhis%2Bartifacts%2Bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 259px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MKcriCIAsi8/TxxrLEGFO-I/AAAAAAAALEs/sxi9YPJEwSc/s400/CPT%2BCape%2BTown%2BRobben%2BIsland%2BNelson%2BMandelas%2Bisolation%2Bcell%2Bwith%2Bhis%2Bartifacts%2Bb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700549066166189026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I shared with you in a earlier post that I would like to visit Africa. I wanna have my plans finalized and ready for travel sometime this summer for my 46th birthday this year August 16th. I will need your help, for those that have the same vision for with me out of love for me to help me see this through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend from Facebook that lives over there gave me some info this morning. He said "hi how you doing man.you know i'm a big fan of yours .tune in everyday to read your blog and i could not believed my eyes when i saw our flag.so when do you plan on visiting my country south africa?cant wait to meet you in person. Cape town the mother city also known as the pink city.cape town is like atlanta mostly gay people.cape town is one of the seven wonders of the world.and you also must visit robben island thats where nelson mandela was for 27 year(prison).plus we have plenty of nude beaches and gay nude beaches which is called clifton beach.oprah winfrey 's school is in soweto. dont forget about the wild life and the safaris. you can evn go on the whale cruises and shark cage divingthe best to visit is summer".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation with him almost had me hearing the sounds, smelling the air, and talking to the people. This my dream, this my quest, and with my determination and the will to see this country and have this experience will make my dream a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The picture are Robben Island maximum security prison: exterior (left) and interior (right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nelson Mandela's isolation cell with some of his artifacts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just looking at those picture made me emotional.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-5665068623930320066?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/5665068623930320066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=5665068623930320066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/5665068623930320066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/5665068623930320066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/capetown-south-africa.html' title='CAPETOWN SOUTH AFRICA:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0VKK6XGCr7c/TxxrcMwgWhI/AAAAAAAALE4/p9bjaKy-iwE/s72-c/Cape_Town_Jun_09_s%2Bcompress%2B136.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-4213258147607723026</id><published>2012-01-20T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T20:50:20.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY IS MY FRIEND:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/SxLvMM_jtBI/AAAAAAAAEOI/2DTBrL3XwXM/s1600/onmyway.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/SxLvMM_jtBI/AAAAAAAAEOI/2DTBrL3XwXM/s400/onmyway.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409649095350662162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was put on notice that a coward posted a negative comment on one of my friends blog and that I should check it out. I did and it only encourage me to write more because this babbling idiot keeps reading my shit when he hates the person that he only reads about. He does not know me but I have so much power in his life that he can not see straight after reading my post. I say to him Thank you and keep reading...Enjoy and welcome aboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later this evening I was chatting with one of my most important blogger friends and he made a statement to me that gave me the "PHUCK YOU" attitude to all those negative people that has a miserable life and take their rage out on bloggers that has no problem being who they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets keep my friend a secret and call him...hmmmmmmmm, NAS. The conversation went like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*NAS: I am like this if I come to your blog and there's something you post that I don't like I don't comment. I leave it be. Not everything is for everyone all the time&lt;br /&gt;I am VERY straight forward and to the point. Can't blog to please the public.(end).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with that being said and the comment that my friend Peter made in my defense....To all of you that have something negative to say about my shit but still reading it....PHUCK YOU AND KISS MY ENTIRE ASS...BITCHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you NAS and like I told you earlier...You are a Teacher, I Demonstrate. A perfect team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-4213258147607723026?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/4213258147607723026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=4213258147607723026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4213258147607723026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4213258147607723026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2009/11/enemy-of-my-enemy-is-my-friend.html' title='THE ENEMY OF MY ENEMY IS MY FRIEND:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/SxLvMM_jtBI/AAAAAAAAEOI/2DTBrL3XwXM/s72-c/onmyway.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-6248423118851425668</id><published>2012-01-20T16:55:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T16:57:15.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY OTHER FETISH: THE PISSING GAME:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-w8I3DMT0T60/Txni-LF7IuI/AAAAAAAALDA/4EL20heNMTU/s1600/l6vZJKlUmrfq.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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You seem like a cool guy. I was listening to this song and thought of you. I change the words "POP MUZIK" and sang "PIMUSIQUE". It it is a song by a group name "M". (Play video and sing alone)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop, pop, pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;Pop, pop, pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up &lt;br /&gt;Get down &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop, pop, pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;Pop, pop, pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radio, video &lt;br /&gt;Boogie with a suitcase &lt;br /&gt;You're living in a disco &lt;br /&gt;Forget about the rat race &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's do the milkshake &lt;br /&gt;You're selling like a hot cake &lt;br /&gt;Try some, buy some &lt;br /&gt;Fee fi fo fum &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;Talk about pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shoobie doobie doo wop) &lt;br /&gt;I wanna dedicate it &lt;br /&gt;(Bop bop shoo wop) &lt;br /&gt;Everybody made it &lt;br /&gt;(Shoobie doobie doo wop) &lt;br /&gt;Infiltrate it &lt;br /&gt;(Bop bop shoo wop) &lt;br /&gt;Activate it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York, London, Paris, Munich &lt;br /&gt;Everybody talk about pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;Talk about pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;Talk about pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;Pop, pop, pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;Pop, pop, pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing it in the subway &lt;br /&gt;Shuffle with a shoe shine &lt;br /&gt;Mix me a Molotov &lt;br /&gt;I'm on the hit line &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be a gun slinger &lt;br /&gt;Don't be a rock singer &lt;br /&gt;Eenie meenie miney moe &lt;br /&gt;Which-a-way you wanna go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;Talk about pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shoobie doobie doo wop) &lt;br /&gt;Right in between me &lt;br /&gt;(Bop bop shoo wop) &lt;br /&gt;Me, me, me, me &lt;br /&gt;(Shoobie doobie doo wop) &lt;br /&gt;Right in betweenie &lt;br /&gt;(Bop bop shoo wop) &lt;br /&gt;You know what I meanie &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know what to say: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;Talk about pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;Pop, pop, pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;Pop, pop, pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around the world &lt;br /&gt;Where ever you are &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance in the street &lt;br /&gt;Anything you like &lt;br /&gt;Do it in your car &lt;br /&gt;In the middle of the night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la la la &lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la la la &lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance in the super mart &lt;br /&gt;Dig it in the fast lane &lt;br /&gt;Listen to the countdown &lt;br /&gt;They're playing our song again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get "Jumping Jack," &lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold "Get Back" &lt;br /&gt;Moonlight Muzak, &lt;br /&gt;Knick knack paddywhack &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;Talk about pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Shoobie doobie doo wop) &lt;br /&gt;It's all around you &lt;br /&gt;(Bop bop shoo wop) &lt;br /&gt;They wanna surround you &lt;br /&gt;(Shoobie doobie doo wop) &lt;br /&gt;It's all around you &lt;br /&gt;(Bop bop shoo wop) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York, London, Paris, Munich &lt;br /&gt;( From: http://www.elyrics.net/read/m/m-lyrics/pop-muzik-lyrics.html )&lt;br /&gt;Everybody talk about, mm, pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;Talk about pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;Talk about pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;Pop, pop, pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;Pop, pop, pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen &lt;br /&gt;Talk about &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop, pop, pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop, pop, pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about &lt;br /&gt;The fever &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pop, pop, pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;Pop, pop, pop muzik &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you read me &lt;br /&gt;Loud and clear &lt;br /&gt;Pin it down &lt;br /&gt;Pin it down &lt;br /&gt;Oh no! &lt;br /&gt;Oh no! &lt;br /&gt;Everybody made it &lt;br /&gt;Shoobie doobie do wop &lt;br /&gt;Infiltrate it &lt;br /&gt;Pop pop shoo wop &lt;br /&gt;Activate it &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York, London, Paris, Munich &lt;br /&gt;Everybody talk about pop musik &lt;br /&gt;Talk about, pop musik &lt;br /&gt;Talk about, pop musik &lt;br /&gt;Pop pop pop pop musik &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing in the subway &lt;br /&gt;Shuffle with a shoe shine &lt;br /&gt;Fix me a molotov &lt;br /&gt;I'm on the headline &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanna be a gun slinger &lt;br /&gt;Don't be a rock singer &lt;br /&gt;Eenie meenie mynie moe &lt;br /&gt;Tell me where you wanna go &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about, pop musik &lt;br /&gt;Talk about, pop musik &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoobie doobie do wop &lt;br /&gt;Lyin' in the tree (?) &lt;br /&gt;Pop pop shoo wop &lt;br /&gt;Eenee meenie &lt;br /&gt;Shoobie doobie do wop &lt;br /&gt;(?) &lt;br /&gt;Pop pop shoo wop &lt;br /&gt;You know what I mean &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know what to say... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about, pop musik &lt;br /&gt;Pop pop pop pop musik &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All around the world &lt;br /&gt;wherever you are &lt;br /&gt;dance in the street anything you like &lt;br /&gt;do it in your car in the middle of the night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la la la &lt;br /&gt;La la la la la la la &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance in the supermart &lt;br /&gt;Dig it in the fastlane &lt;br /&gt;Listen to the countdown &lt;br /&gt;They're playin' our song again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't get jumping jack &lt;br /&gt;I wanna hold - get back (?) &lt;br /&gt;Moonlight muzak (?) &lt;br /&gt;Knick knack patty whack &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talk about, pop musik &lt;br /&gt;Talk about, pop musik &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoobie doobie do wop &lt;br /&gt;It's all around you &lt;br /&gt;Pop pop shoo wop &lt;br /&gt;Gonna suround you &lt;br /&gt;Shoobie doobie do wop &lt;br /&gt;It's all around &lt;br /&gt;Pop pop shoo wop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hit it... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New York, London, Paris, Munich &lt;br /&gt;Everybody talk about pop musik &lt;br /&gt;Talk about, pop musik &lt;br /&gt;Talk about, pop musik &lt;br /&gt;Pop pop pop pop musik &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... listen... &lt;br /&gt;Talk about, &lt;br /&gt;Pop pop pop pop musik...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song puts your blog in a nuttshell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/FabM1RJTkrY?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-3291954513585952980?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/3291954513585952980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=3291954513585952980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/3291954513585952980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/3291954513585952980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/little-fun-with-music-musique.html' title='A LITTLE FUN WITH MUSIC (MUSIQUE):'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/FabM1RJTkrY/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-6088772235588304747</id><published>2012-01-19T09:59:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T11:29:13.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A MOMENT OF TRUTH:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dKRWBbqvtFY/TxhEy3X93QI/AAAAAAAALCE/pmaD7cPa7Rc/s1600/TH13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dKRWBbqvtFY/TxhEy3X93QI/AAAAAAAALCE/pmaD7cPa7Rc/s400/TH13.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699380969085984002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MrTCRWIw66M/TxhEyoHD5GI/AAAAAAAALB4/SEGqotWT2K8/s1600/TH07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 286px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MrTCRWIw66M/TxhEyoHD5GI/AAAAAAAALB4/SEGqotWT2K8/s400/TH07.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699380964988544098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: My piercing is 80% healed. I can jack off with it now. It is true that a piercing of my kind gives you a added sensation. Last night while jacking off I have not nutted like that since I was in my 20's...it was so much milk but then again that could have been backed up man cream. But the sensation that I was getting while jacking made my toes pop. I now have to rehab on trying to penetrate with the piercing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As most of you know from reading and others from experience that I am a Ass Connoisseur, a lover of all things dealing with ass. I have studied, examined, researched and asked professional certified doctors about the ass and it functions and abilities. My PCP (personal care physician) always giving me a anal exam. I think that she just like playing in my booty because every three months she want me naked and on the table. When she does this exam she has to have another physician in the room with her for liability reasons and with my luck it is always another female. I am always saying something when she is doing this. The last time I told her that I left her office frustrated. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you will admit that safe sex is most important. How many of you will admit that you like looking at raw porn instead of a condom sex scene. How many will admit (to yourself) that you like raw sex. Yes, you will offer the protection or require the protection but if you get hott enough you will say to yourself "fuck this, I am taking that dick raw" or "I am fucking him raw". Have you ever been in a situation where you are dude took off the condom and gave you the beat down? That shit was good wasn't it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many will admit that you like to be nutted in or like to nutt in someone. Yes, I have done all of these things. I have even told dude that I will fuck you raw and pull out before I nutt. Now, the problem I have with that is the pulling out. I can't. I have tried but my dick take on a demon possessed action and the next thing I know I am loosing my fucking mind and talking plenty shit while trying to make him bust his nutt at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I tell you something and you keep it a secret? I use to mess around with this butch girl. She turned me on because she look like a dude with the short haircut and the mannerism. Well, one night she and I got toasted and she wanted to fuck. I was so drunk I did not even care that she had put on a strap on. She took advantage of me and manhandle me...yeah right. She fuck me with that strap on and I thanked her for it by showing her how to really fuck a dude or her girl in the future. I think that is why T-Girls turns me on. If I ever get in a situation where a T-Girl and I are naked in the same room...all hell and fantasies are going to break loose. Yes, I would let here fuck me. Let me tell you something. If you really wanna be fucked the right was...let a vers bottom or a T-Girl fuck you because they are going to fuck you the way they wanna be fucked. And they both have big dicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not take a big dick......yet but I am in training. I am better at topping but I am not too bad at bottoming as I am told. One due told me that he does not like fucking me because I make him cum too soon...WTF. And it is true LOL. He and I have been fucking around for years and he always nutt under 5 minutes when in me. He also nutt while going in me. Now, I have seen him fuck other dudes and he beats them down with the dick but when it comes to me.....well, he just bottoms for me now and the oral action.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, that is enough of me telling my personal truths. I have a grooming day today so I have to douche and shower.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-6088772235588304747?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/6088772235588304747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=6088772235588304747' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/6088772235588304747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/6088772235588304747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/moment-of-truth.html' title='A MOMENT OF TRUTH:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dKRWBbqvtFY/TxhEy3X93QI/AAAAAAAALCE/pmaD7cPa7Rc/s72-c/TH13.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-3032115379689606188</id><published>2012-01-19T01:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T01:33:39.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AN OPEN RELATIONSHIP....OPENED:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8n1FTzAvSA/TxevS2SHtzI/AAAAAAAALA4/cuRfTTXbzpA/s1600/tumblr_ly13w2tGic1rnb0vno1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8n1FTzAvSA/TxevS2SHtzI/AAAAAAAALA4/cuRfTTXbzpA/s400/tumblr_ly13w2tGic1rnb0vno1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699216591804675890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had the most inspirational, educational lesson about a open relationship. I had heard but never knew anyone this close to me that would admit it. Some are having open relationships and do not know it but my friend Trade from Buffalo just got me all excited when a conversation that we were having took a turn and went right in a direction that caught me off guard. I asked him if I could blog about our conversation and he said okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Trade and I have fucked around before. He was the one who made me want my dick pierced when I saw this nipples pierced. He was the one that gave me courage when I was backing out and he also was the one that made a comment about "just wait until you heal". He and I have become good friends. We tell each other the truth, no reason to lie about anything. He is a cool dude. Well mannered and respectful. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how the conversation went.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Him: Hey&lt;br /&gt;Me: Hey&lt;br /&gt;Him: wyd&lt;br /&gt;Me: Blogging all day.&lt;br /&gt;Him: That's cool, n e plans for tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haircut and manicure. How about you.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Wanted to see you.&lt;br /&gt;Me: you off tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Him: I'm off at 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Haircut is also at one. Hmmm, where is your boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;Him: Right here.&lt;br /&gt;Me: He don't mind you texting.&lt;br /&gt;Him: No.&lt;br /&gt;Me: You got a open relationship?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Kinda yes.&lt;br /&gt;Me: That's hott.&lt;br /&gt;Him: So when you gone come get your massage.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Wait. So if I came over and he was there....that's cool with him? Do you two share people?&lt;br /&gt;Him: LOL, he would get jealous kinda and we have had 3sum.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Oh my...can I write a blog about this...without your names of course.&lt;br /&gt;Him: yes.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Cool. Do you all have flip flop relations?&lt;br /&gt;Him: yes lol.&lt;br /&gt;Me: This is blowing my mind. How does he look? &lt;br /&gt;Him: LOL..I'll show u when I see u tomorrow lol.&lt;br /&gt;Me: Have anyone ever watched you and he fuck? How long have yall been together? Can I be in a threesome with yall? How old is he?&lt;br /&gt;Him: Yes. Not that long but knew one another for a couple yrs. LOL, I'll ask him. He is 31..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that was the gest of the conversation. The next time will be hands on and on the job training. I have finally met a couple that likes to add a third. This could be something that I can get into often and for a while. Trade is a very attractive 28 year old. I like his walk. I am sure that his partner is on the same attractive level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is going to be one of those summers. I always say that I can take dick and that I can't take it long but if things go my way...By June I will be able to hang with the big boyz and learn how to nutt out my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tune for the action that I am sure is going to take place real soon. I told y'all this years was going to be all of that. Oh, I leave for New Orleans in just under 30days. Any New Orleans Saints that reads my blog....lets meet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-3032115379689606188?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/3032115379689606188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=3032115379689606188' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/3032115379689606188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/3032115379689606188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/open-relationshipopened.html' title='AN OPEN RELATIONSHIP....OPENED:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Q8n1FTzAvSA/TxevS2SHtzI/AAAAAAAALA4/cuRfTTXbzpA/s72-c/tumblr_ly13w2tGic1rnb0vno1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-4909021349377385280</id><published>2012-01-19T01:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T01:38:36.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ONE OF THE BEST THAT I HAVE SEEN WITH KIDD::</title><content type='html'>This is what my friend K.T.D. from Facebook said that made me watch it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"up late bored watching myvidster vids, &amp;, i just came across my fav pornstar kidd with antonio biaggi vid on myvidster for the 1st time, yesss love it, Its been a minute since ive seen him do a video before this one,yea kidd definitely got bigger, in a good way,YES!!! One of the BEST Kidd scenes some far!!! Dude was genuinely LOVING that dick yo. He gave me everything. It was so hot at the end when he was like "that dick is so good i swear..please dnt stop..pleeease dont stop. Its so good to me" hmmm sounds what i say, hehe"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://flashservice.xvideos.com/embedframe/1762670" width="640" height="405" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen SCROLLING="no"&gt;Your browser does not support inline frames or is currently configured not to display inline frames.&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-4909021349377385280?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/4909021349377385280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=4909021349377385280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4909021349377385280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4909021349377385280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/one-of-best-that-i-have-seen-with-kidd.html' title='ONE OF THE BEST THAT I HAVE SEEN WITH KIDD::'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-8387116635458405933</id><published>2012-01-18T22:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T23:04:24.587-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CONNOISSEUR:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m23CP8fyZ78/TxeUhES8XEI/AAAAAAAALAs/ZB1fESzRD7Q/s1600/wine-glass-pour.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m23CP8fyZ78/TxeUhES8XEI/AAAAAAAALAs/ZB1fESzRD7Q/s400/wine-glass-pour.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699187149270441026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A person with expert knowledge or training, especially in the fine arts. A person of informed and discriminating taste: Some of us is gifted in certain arts. I myself has a mean gift in a art that most people think that they are experts at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not a connoisseur of fine wines but I understand that the older the wine the better. Some would apply that to men but I have found out that is not true. I have found out some men act much older than they are and that can be a problem. I also discovered that some younger men act older or mature for their age and that can be attractive and a plus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had my experience with men as cents, five cents, ten cents, a dollar wine prices. I prefer the big money wine because you get perfection. You get class. You get a well aged bottle of great wine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said all that to say this. Have you ever talked to someone on the phone or chat and they was excellent with the play on words. Said all the right things at the right time. Sounded good, did not talk like they were a 10/13 (police code for mental disturb person). Then it came the day that you met them and in just in a 24 hour period they changed before your eyes. Actually, they did not change...the real person came out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People have been in relationships for years and then the relationship takes a dive. He did not change...you saw that in the first 90 days that y'all met but you ignored it because he was fine, handsome, sexy and you were lonely and desperate to be with someone...anyone, so you rolled with the punches in the hope that he may change or you may change him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It did not happen the way you thought it would did it? You suffered a great deal to save face in front of your friends because you presented this "paradise" relationship when in reality it was just a financial obligation and you did not wanna give up the material things. And now your heart is black as coal. Your basic human feelings are unplugged and the lights are off. You have attitude all the time with any and everyone. You are over all unhappy and bitter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is that "cent" wine you purchased. I want the big money (dollar) wine. Now on the flip side of this...it may have been you that I am talking about. You may be that "cent" wine. So, think for yourself. If you always having the same problem with men, it's you. If you always saying "the men in Atlanta ain't no good", it is not the city, it's you and the type of men you draw. You draw to you what you are about (your personality). If you surround yourself with couples or people that have years of good experience in a relationship...then some of that may rub off on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you surround yourself with single people that are bitter then that is the attitude you will learn and those are the type of men you will draw like a magnet because they are in the same arena as you and they are limited in their thinking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know why my mind went in this direction but this is for somebody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-8387116635458405933?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/8387116635458405933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=8387116635458405933' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8387116635458405933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8387116635458405933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/connoisseur.html' title='CONNOISSEUR:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m23CP8fyZ78/TxeUhES8XEI/AAAAAAAALAs/ZB1fESzRD7Q/s72-c/wine-glass-pour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-7639955783348940276</id><published>2012-01-18T20:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-26T08:51:41.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT I WANNA BE TO YOU...A LOVE LETTER TO MY READERS:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfR908rywuA/TyFZQh-UsxI/AAAAAAAALGc/1M15Fun0QB0/s1600/sexyjuanito_1326496501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 371px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfR908rywuA/TyFZQh-UsxI/AAAAAAAALGc/1M15Fun0QB0/s400/sexyjuanito_1326496501.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701936743760311058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, back to our regular schedule program:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the wake of my personal experience on yesterday and of all the other friends that have left....I did some soul searching. "What will people say about me when I am gone? What would I have left behind? Have I helped someone by tell about my experience? What I wanna be to my readers, friends and to those that are really in my circle?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be your favorite song that would only bring you joy. But now that you asked I can only wish for more. I wanna be your hero and everyone knows that means the world to me. I just wanna know you. I wanna know you so well that nothing can make me dought you. I wanna sit at your feet so that I hear everything that you sayeth to me. I wanna know you so well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often I try to show how much I appreciate you. I do that because so many of us are unappreciative to one another. We take advantage of one another. We miss out on the true person that we are so privilege to have met acquaintance. If they don't look a certain way, act a certain way, have this or have that, a 32 or under waist, light skinned, dark skinned, white, jew or gentile, tall, short, we miss out on someone that could have made a difference in our lives. Yes, I use to be that way in my early to mid 20's. Back then I had a 34 waist, 6'1, 180lbs, I was young and you could not tell me nothing.....but one day, I met this older dude that opened my eyes before I was 28 years old. Now that I look back on it I think that he may have put that gift in me. By his teaching I know have to insight to show others the way I came.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age doesn't matter. I have friends in there 50's and 60's that still having 20's and 30's year old confusion when it come to dating and finding the person to SHARE happiness with. Some of us are so missed up from our pass that we do not let people too close to us. We are so impersonal. I have offed to meet some and they tell me no, that they like the mystery behind the man. Some might have situation that they can not afford to meet me. Hey, I am only trying to be a friend to you. trying to be that someone that you can rely on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that I need you more then anything. I am a lonely man. Yes, you may read or may have read about the exciting life but at night...I am alone and lonely. Not that I can not get someone it's just that.....I have not met that one yet and maybe I have but in my shallow thinking in pass years I may have looked over him or have taken advantage of him and now all I have is me and my life's lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not mean to go into that on this post. I was just thinking out loud. Oh well, now you know a little bit more about me. I removed my sexual experience from the blog because this dude told me one time that he liked me and that he could see us together, then he said that I scare him. That I intimidate him because of my experience. He could call off every single detail of a sexual experience that I posted...down to some key words that I put into telling a story. I took those post out of my blog and just give a hint of what is going on with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know who I am talking about because you have read about him and I. You want a hint???????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-7639955783348940276?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/7639955783348940276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=7639955783348940276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/7639955783348940276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/7639955783348940276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-i-wanna-be-to-youa-love-letter-to.html' title='WHAT I WANNA BE TO YOU...A LOVE LETTER TO MY READERS:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UfR908rywuA/TyFZQh-UsxI/AAAAAAAALGc/1M15Fun0QB0/s72-c/sexyjuanito_1326496501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-7899117421683883817</id><published>2012-01-18T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:04:03.887-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HEARTS DESIRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4JGW08hfAKI/TxPXg1RXfaI/AAAAAAAALAg/0aFOlEqVWd8/s1600/flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4JGW08hfAKI/TxPXg1RXfaI/AAAAAAAALAg/0aFOlEqVWd8/s400/flag.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698134912609516962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALL OF MY ADULT LIFE I HAVE WANTED TO GO TO AFRICA. EVER SINCE I COULD UNDERSTAND THE MOVIE ROOTS I HAVE BEEN WANTING TO VISIT IS CONTINENT.&lt;br /&gt;I WOULD LIKE TO GO OVER THERE NOT JUST TO GO BUT WORK WITH THE PEOPLE, CHILDREN AND BABIES WITH AIDS. I WILL NOT BE OVER THERE LONG ENOUGH TO REALLY MAKE A DIFFERENCE BUT IT WILL MAKE A MARK ON MY LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE DAY BEFORE I LEAVE THIS WORLD...SOMEBODY GOING TO HELP ME GET OVER THERE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MJdIM2rU_5o?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-7899117421683883817?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/7899117421683883817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=7899117421683883817' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/7899117421683883817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/7899117421683883817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-hearts-desire.html' title='MY HEARTS DESIRE'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4JGW08hfAKI/TxPXg1RXfaI/AAAAAAAALAg/0aFOlEqVWd8/s72-c/flag.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-4230746837739837689</id><published>2012-01-18T19:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T22:05:16.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A TRUE ANT EATER: MY FETISH:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vMrPL2T2QYs/TxGrpsknWOI/AAAAAAAAK_A/ndILNo2VroQ/s1600/l0KKd1UASlj4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vMrPL2T2QYs/TxGrpsknWOI/AAAAAAAAK_A/ndILNo2VroQ/s400/l0KKd1UASlj4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697523736428108002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--xIgwQQHTXA/TxGrp0N312I/AAAAAAAAK_I/Qz3Py-vW_kw/s1600/lI200sCvPfmO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--xIgwQQHTXA/TxGrp0N312I/AAAAAAAAK_I/Qz3Py-vW_kw/s400/lI200sCvPfmO.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697523738480203618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://cdn1.static.xtube.com/embed/scenes_player.swf?xv=2071" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="502" height="410"  align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="wall_idx=111_15&amp;user_id=hardcore1000&amp;sex_type=G&amp;video_id=J3o2R-C261-&amp;clip_id=&amp;en_flash_lib_path=http://cdn1.static.xtube.com/embed/library.swf?vx=2071" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn1.static.xtube.com/embed/scenes_player.swf?xv=2071" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="targetUrl" value="http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=J3o2R-C261-" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-4230746837739837689?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/4230746837739837689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=4230746837739837689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4230746837739837689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4230746837739837689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/true-ant-eater.html' title='A TRUE ANT EATER: MY FETISH:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vMrPL2T2QYs/TxGrpsknWOI/AAAAAAAAK_A/ndILNo2VroQ/s72-c/l0KKd1UASlj4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-2663899931878653056</id><published>2012-01-18T19:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:03:31.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FOLSOM STREET FAIR:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ScekL_Od2hE/TxENiyLaNuI/AAAAAAAAK94/rNPCRhEg-vk/s1600/FSF2007_poster_print_ns_800px.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HwqgaNgLVWY/TxENdOVSSOI/AAAAAAAAK9U/m9_x27WRPP8/s400/2011Fol_4606.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697349799315130594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9YBHPqKRtkk/TxENcgdznII/AAAAAAAAK9M/wKPRDFcd0BA/s1600/2011Fol_4342.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9YBHPqKRtkk/TxENcgdznII/AAAAAAAAK9M/wKPRDFcd0BA/s400/2011Fol_4342.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697349787002838146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qBOMqbaBDj4/TxENcWbFB5I/AAAAAAAAK84/qwRQWc-d-AU/s1600/2011Fol_4469.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qBOMqbaBDj4/TxENcWbFB5I/AAAAAAAAK84/qwRQWc-d-AU/s400/2011Fol_4469.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697349784307042194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n342-1PB5CQ/TxENcetgYgI/AAAAAAAAK8w/wRvIlv87QYQ/s1600/2011Fol_4223.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-n342-1PB5CQ/TxENcetgYgI/AAAAAAAAK8w/wRvIlv87QYQ/s400/2011Fol_4223.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697349786531815938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For three years I have been trying to let the natural man come out of me by going to The Folsom Street Fair. Well, since I have pulled all stops out of things that I am going to do this year...this is one that make my dick hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2012 the world's largest leather event, the Folsom Street Fair®, will take place on Sunday, September 23, 2012 from 11:00 AM to 6:00 PM. We are sure to see the fairgrounds filled with people in their most outrageous leather/rubber/fetish attire enjoying the world's largest and best loved Leather fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Folsom Street Fair is a true San Francisco original. With over 400,000 people in attendance covering 13 city blocks, the Fair is the largest leather/fetish event in the world and the third largest, single-day outdoor event in California. Folsom Street Events is thrilled to celebrate the 28th Folsom Street Fair with style and a week's worth of truly outstanding events and programs over the course of San Francisco Leather Week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, as always, it will be located in San Francisco's South of Market district on Folsom Street between 7th and 12th Streets. [See Map] Donations at the gates and proceeds from beverage purchases will benefit local charities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next year, 2013, the Folsom Street Fair® will take place on Sunday, September 29, 2013. Remember the Folsom Street Fair® is always scheduled for the last Sunday in September (2012 excepted).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://cdn1.static.xtube.com/embed/scenes_player.swf?xv=2071" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="502" height="410"  align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="wall_idx=11_1&amp;user_id=xtube_sponsor&amp;sex_type=G&amp;video_id=Ja6GN-G153-&amp;clip_id=&amp;en_flash_lib_path=http://cdn1.static.xtube.com/embed/library.swf?vx=2071" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn1.static.xtube.com/embed/scenes_player.swf?xv=2071" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="targetUrl" value="http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=Ja6GN-G153-" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ScekL_Od2hE/TxENiyLaNuI/AAAAAAAAK94/rNPCRhEg-vk/s72-c/FSF2007_poster_print_ns_800px.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-3261679523796495093</id><published>2012-01-18T19:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:02:29.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NEXT STOP.....TRINIDAD.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bhwrnal_Kbs/TxPVstf65DI/AAAAAAAALAU/ZEI4byrb-Ks/s1600/HookUpHoe_1326565455.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bhwrnal_Kbs/TxPVstf65DI/AAAAAAAALAU/ZEI4byrb-Ks/s400/HookUpHoe_1326565455.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698132917658248242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://cdn1.static.xtube.com/embed/scenes_player.swf?xv=2071" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="502" height="410"  align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="wall_idx=111_13&amp;user_id=fromtheprojects-net&amp;sex_type=G&amp;video_id=M9mOu-G461-&amp;clip_id=&amp;en_flash_lib_path=http://cdn1.static.xtube.com/embed/library.swf?vx=2071" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn1.static.xtube.com/embed/scenes_player.swf?xv=2071" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="targetUrl" value="http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=M9mOu-G461-" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div 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STOP.....TRINIDAD.'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bhwrnal_Kbs/TxPVstf65DI/AAAAAAAALAU/ZEI4byrb-Ks/s72-c/HookUpHoe_1326565455.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-8984651106466590429</id><published>2012-01-18T19:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T20:02:01.269-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS WAS HOTT:</title><content type='html'>I ENJOYED THE FIRST MOVIE AND REALLY ENJOYED THE SECOND BUT THIS SCENE I CAN NOT GET PASSED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-8410747061329053674</id><published>2012-01-18T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-18T15:02:52.731-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I WISHED THAT THIS GOT MORE SUPPORT FROM THE BLACK GAY COMMUNITY:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG33QB7igaQ/TxPSRzXv5-I/AAAAAAAAK_Y/6JeF869tWM0/s1600/dl-chronicles.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 131px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG33QB7igaQ/TxPSRzXv5-I/AAAAAAAAK_Y/6JeF869tWM0/s400/dl-chronicles.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698129156843235298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a strong support interest in this project but the support that they needed fell on death ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funding Unsuccessful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This project reached the deadline without achieving its funding goal on December 30. We have got to do better people. I may need to have a talk with Mr. Tyler Perry and ask for HELP with future project of people that look like me and live their lives like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ABOUT THE DL CHRONICLES&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DL Chronicles is an award winning anthology TV series by filmmakers Quincy LeNear and Deondray Gossett that aired on cable TV in 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The DL Chronicles tells the stories of men of color who by consequence and by choice, live sexually duplicitous and secret lifestyles also known as,The Down Low. The "Down Low" is a slang term for men who identify as being straight, but secretly engage in sexual activity with men. More than just closeted, they do not identify as Gay or Bi-sexual and refuse to be associated with the Gay lifestyle or community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only sexy and provocative, it offers a socially-conscious insight into the lines between sexuality and perceived socially acceptable behavior within communities of color. It provides an unapologetic view of intimacy between men and explores these scintillating stories with honesty and integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was renewed in 2008 and green lit for a second season but was put on hold indefinitely... eventually silently cancelled".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nomLn3Dv_vA?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zMk1C7SCneA?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/JUdCj_zjt2c?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-8410747061329053674?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/8410747061329053674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=8410747061329053674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8410747061329053674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8410747061329053674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-wished-that-this-got-more-support.html' title='I WISHED THAT THIS GOT MORE SUPPORT FROM THE BLACK GAY COMMUNITY:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iG33QB7igaQ/TxPSRzXv5-I/AAAAAAAAK_Y/6JeF869tWM0/s72-c/dl-chronicles.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-1046275261408866898</id><published>2012-01-17T00:00:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-17T00:00:01.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG BOY PRIDE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RJfUK4BPij8/TxPUZ2f1x9I/AAAAAAAAK_8/AqCKD-7WVqE/s1600/402280_186416641457667_100002679967360_327435_1925480380_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 288px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RJfUK4BPij8/TxPUZ2f1x9I/AAAAAAAAK_8/AqCKD-7WVqE/s400/402280_186416641457667_100002679967360_327435_1925480380_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698131494144690130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RxSsNBMgCkI/TxPUaNqZqaI/AAAAAAAALAI/KOYUiIGxenM/s1600/390569_188434057922592_100002679967360_332115_258684970_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 292px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RxSsNBMgCkI/TxPUaNqZqaI/AAAAAAAALAI/KOYUiIGxenM/s400/390569_188434057922592_100002679967360_332115_258684970_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698131500363000226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few posts 1/1/12 back I told you about The Big Boy Pride Event in Orlando in March. Well, time is moving faster towards that date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grab ya boyz and bring dat sexy to The Official Big Boy Pride 2012!! The countdown is on 82 days until we take over Orlando. Head over to www.bigboypride.com and get ya spot locked in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be there and I need to see you there as well. Lets have drinks and party together in UNITY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/PYF2mT-yy4o?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-1046275261408866898?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/1046275261408866898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=1046275261408866898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1046275261408866898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1046275261408866898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/big-boy-pride_17.html' title='BIG BOY PRIDE'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RJfUK4BPij8/TxPUZ2f1x9I/AAAAAAAAK_8/AqCKD-7WVqE/s72-c/402280_186416641457667_100002679967360_327435_1925480380_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-1959170280586110791</id><published>2012-01-16T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T00:00:06.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING JR:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/S0qYozG1xfI/AAAAAAAAEvA/8tj3kIrsQ4k/s1600-h/openimage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/S0qYozG1xfI/AAAAAAAAEvA/8tj3kIrsQ4k/s400/openimage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425316527802271218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/S0qYopiXwSI/AAAAAAAAEu4/IHNQ3I2IP34/s1600-h/peacehands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/S0qYopiXwSI/AAAAAAAAEu4/IHNQ3I2IP34/s400/peacehands.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425316525233389858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/S0qYoOKNflI/AAAAAAAAEuw/wTE0LSuozZ8/s1600-h/outsidespeech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 261px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/S0qYoOKNflI/AAAAAAAAEuw/wTE0LSuozZ8/s400/outsidespeech.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425316517884296786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/S0qYn73pgAI/AAAAAAAAEuo/gegYztIG36g/s1600-h/end.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/S0qYn73pgAI/AAAAAAAAEuo/gegYztIG36g/s400/end.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425316512974602242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ON BLACKS IN AMERICA (From Birmingham jail, 1963): "Before the Pilgrims landed at Plymouth, we were here. Before the pen of Jefferson etched across the pages of history the majestic words of the Declaration of Independence, we were here. If the inexpressible cruelties of slavery could not stop us, the opposition we now face will surely fail. We will win our freedom because the sacred heritage of our nation and the eternal will of God are embodied in our echoing demands." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***We know the key to unity of all people is in the dream that you had so Long ago&lt;br /&gt;that lives in all of the hearts Of people that believe in unity. We'll make the dream become A reality, I know we will, Because our hearts tell us so.***&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-1959170280586110791?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/1959170280586110791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=1959170280586110791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1959170280586110791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1959170280586110791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2010/01/happy-birthday-dr-martin-luther-king-jr.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY DR. MARTIN LUTHER KING JR:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/S0qYozG1xfI/AAAAAAAAEvA/8tj3kIrsQ4k/s72-c/openimage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-5121862145693747145</id><published>2012-01-13T21:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T21:24:57.011-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ACE ROCKWOOD:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DHTit6O2J48/TxDmIrI_nEI/AAAAAAAAK8k/SrasFmW_gyA/s1600/SuperBowl%2BFlyer%2BI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 269px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DHTit6O2J48/TxDmIrI_nEI/AAAAAAAAK8k/SrasFmW_gyA/s400/SuperBowl%2BFlyer%2BI.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697306565317467202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lHQurLlUmBA/TxDjOWdKoKI/AAAAAAAAK8Y/z6JmVgXM984/s1600/nysexdvdcover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 375px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-lHQurLlUmBA/TxDjOWdKoKI/AAAAAAAAK8Y/z6JmVgXM984/s400/nysexdvdcover.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697303364309262498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4VBp46grlqo/TxDjNVtTMGI/AAAAAAAAK8M/E8FqvcujjTY/s1600/IMG_4704_RGB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 371px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4VBp46grlqo/TxDjNVtTMGI/AAAAAAAAK8M/E8FqvcujjTY/s400/IMG_4704_RGB.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697303346928627810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OzKRLViTQ4M/TxDjMzBvtKI/AAAAAAAAK78/8Z0fRZuo-GQ/s1600/folsom_06-682x1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OzKRLViTQ4M/TxDjMzBvtKI/AAAAAAAAK78/8Z0fRZuo-GQ/s400/folsom_06-682x1024.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697303337619141794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqASuScjH3Y/TxDjMnBCtXI/AAAAAAAAK7w/vSkpxvSzlKA/s1600/2011-11-03-09.57.45.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vqASuScjH3Y/TxDjMnBCtXI/AAAAAAAAK7w/vSkpxvSzlKA/s400/2011-11-03-09.57.45.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697303334394967410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-33lV7QIY3jM/TxDjMm4VV-I/AAAAAAAAK7o/Ad82uqKAzD4/s1600/2011-10-20-16.48.21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-33lV7QIY3jM/TxDjMm4VV-I/AAAAAAAAK7o/Ad82uqKAzD4/s400/2011-10-20-16.48.21.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697303334358439906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ace Rockwood Makes his debut as a producer and CEO of Modern Indulgence Media with his brand new Release: NY Sex Chronicles. Ace Rockwood is back and this time his wood is more Rock-Like than ever! NY Sex Chronicles features some day in the life moments of Ace which means tons of HARDCORE NON STOP SUCKING AND FUCKING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch as a frustrated Ace takes to streets of NY to find an ass to stab and stumbles upon muscular bubble butt Envy. Envy blacks out only to wake up to Aces throbbing cock filling his mouth and you can imagine not long after Ace is shoving his thick black cock up Envys asshole. Then watch as Ace checks into his hotel only to find that the room is already occupied by hot young couple Paris and Kannon, They quickly figure out a way to "Turn the situation around" by engaging in a hot 3-way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This DVD also includes 4 super hung Black and Spanish Solos scenes totaled around 48inches! Catch sexxxy new Cummer Danilla, J-OX, Carlos, and The Infamous MACANA MAN and his 3rd arm, all stroking their massive meats just for you to see! Last but not least, ever Wonder what it would be like to check into a hotel and have a Porn Star waiting in your room to shove his cock in all of your holes? Watch as Iraq checks into "Hotel Rockwood" and goes on the most slippery ride of his life! With 9 Porn Stars and 7 scenes this DVD is guaranteed to have you cumming back for more and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell you what...go to his site www.acerockwood.com and see for yourself that he is going have you jacking off with gasoline and kerosene. And have you playing in your ass like you have never before. This scene had me wanting to be taken like that and given the dick beat down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK THIS PREVIEW OUT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="mediaspace" name="mediaspace" width="640" height="385" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.acerockwood.com/store/player.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="netstreambasepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.acerockwood.com%2Fstore%2Fstore.php&amp;amp;id=mediaspace&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.acerockwood.com%2Fstore%2Ftrailers%2Fnysextrailer720.flv&amp;amp;image=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.acerockwood.com%2Fstore%2Ftrailers%2Fnysextrailer.jpg&amp;amp;controlbar.position=over"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.acerockwood.com/store/player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="netstreambasepath=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.acerockwood.com%2Fstore%2Fstore.php&amp;amp;id=mediaspace&amp;amp;file=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.acerockwood.com%2Fstore%2Ftrailers%2Fnysextrailer720.flv&amp;amp;image=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.acerockwood.com%2Fstore%2Ftrailers%2Fnysextrailer.jpg&amp;amp;controlbar.position=over" id="mediaspace" name="mediaspace" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-5121862145693747145?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/5121862145693747145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=5121862145693747145' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/5121862145693747145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/5121862145693747145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/ace-rockwood.html' title='ACE ROCKWOOD:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DHTit6O2J48/TxDmIrI_nEI/AAAAAAAAK8k/SrasFmW_gyA/s72-c/SuperBowl%2BFlyer%2BI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-7441139536413953967</id><published>2012-01-13T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T17:27:50.827-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EDGING:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GWgcGebeVyc/TxCs6Wl7WVI/AAAAAAAAK7A/BHQErKKZ1Zg/s1600/l9pRTe73qVAT.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GWgcGebeVyc/TxCs6Wl7WVI/AAAAAAAAK7A/BHQErKKZ1Zg/s400/l9pRTe73qVAT.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697243647120726354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3jrRU6rjCxo/TxCs57n6diI/AAAAAAAAK60/FcwIYNt6VyE/s1600/l8QE8R63ANqn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3jrRU6rjCxo/TxCs57n6diI/AAAAAAAAK60/FcwIYNt6VyE/s400/l8QE8R63ANqn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697243639881299490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D1nSYAVxQag/TxCs56l8inI/AAAAAAAAK6o/0S4SY9V8smI/s1600/l5lKOhJ0KZ7g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-D1nSYAVxQag/TxCs56l8inI/AAAAAAAAK6o/0S4SY9V8smI/s400/l5lKOhJ0KZ7g.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697243639604611698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rdTjWqPpNlY/TxCs5k4DkpI/AAAAAAAAK6g/AYwFQjUIIgA/s1600/l7LpiX3uABEL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rdTjWqPpNlY/TxCs5k4DkpI/AAAAAAAAK6g/AYwFQjUIIgA/s400/l7LpiX3uABEL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697243633774989970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a pix/text jack off buddy that lives in NJ. We often send each other pix or vids of us jacking off or ass shots. He sent me one that just made me hott all that day. I keep it in my phone. He was jacking and when he nutted, he shot like he blew both of his nutts. He nutted everywhere. Thank God I was not there. I asked him how he did that and he said that he had been EDGING all day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edging is the name of a sexual technique, enabling multiple (halve) orgasms and increasing the amount of ejaculation fluid in males, and increasing the power of orgasm in both males and females. This technique has got nothing to do with tantra or other forms of meditation and concentration. Everyone can do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, this will never happen with me. I like to jack off too much, often, anywhere so edging would drive me crazy. I would loose my fucking mind getting myself to a point then just stop....BULLSHIT. I would be bouncing off the walls. It like what happened with these two bottom boyz on their backs with their assholes together jacking their big dicks and had me in a chair with my hands tied down and naked. They told me that I could watch but not touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, they did not say that I had to stay in the chair and not use my mouth. Needless to say...the three of us took a nap wrapped up in each other with dried nutt and ass nutt on each other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-7441139536413953967?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/7441139536413953967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=7441139536413953967' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/7441139536413953967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/7441139536413953967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2010/05/edging.html' title='EDGING:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GWgcGebeVyc/TxCs6Wl7WVI/AAAAAAAAK7A/BHQErKKZ1Zg/s72-c/l9pRTe73qVAT.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-4384632373531797692</id><published>2012-01-13T15:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T15:02:27.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>POLICE...COPS: A RESPECT THAT I EARNED:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/Swokrh_SN0I/AAAAAAAAEMA/wkzsyF_rIyw/s1600/crimescene_20090119110453530_320_240.JPEG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/Swokrh_SN0I/AAAAAAAAEMA/wkzsyF_rIyw/s400/crimescene_20090119110453530_320_240.JPEG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407174632888481602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/SwokrZjZz2I/AAAAAAAAEL4/4TZuS_Vmfzw/s1600/police-badge_~bxp51854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/SwokrZjZz2I/AAAAAAAAEL4/4TZuS_Vmfzw/s400/police-badge_~bxp51854.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407174630624055138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had always wanted to be a police officer. When I became one I saw and learned the ugly underworld of the city at night...When I stated the Ethical Oath for Police officers that made me proud: A lot of people still ask me what does COP means? It stands for CONSTABLE ON PATROL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DO SOLEMNLY DECLARE UPON MY HONOUR AND CONSCIENCE THAT I WILL ACT AT ALL TIMES TO THE BEST OF MY ABILITY AND KNOWLEDGE IN A MANNER BEFITTING A POLICE OFFICER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL PRESERVE THE DIGNITY AND WILL RESPECT THE RIGHTS OF ALL INDIVIDUALS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL DISCHARGE MY DUTIES WITH INTEGRITY AND WILL PROMOTE UNDERSTANDING AND CONCILIATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL EXERCISE MY AUTHORITY AS A POLICE OFFICER IN THE MANNER INTENDED BY THE LAW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL FAITHFULLY OBEY THE ORDERS OF MY SUPERIORS AND WILL BE READY TO CONFRONT DANGER IN THE LINE OF DUTY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL ACT WITH HONESTY, COURTESY AND REGARD FOR THE WELFARE OF OTHERS, AND WILL ENDEAVOUR TO DEVELOP THE ESPRIT DE CORPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL ACT JUSTLY AND IMPARTIALLY AND WITH PROPRIETY TOWARDS MY FELLOW OFFICERS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL CONSTANTLY STRIVE TO HONOR THIS OATH IN MY SERVICE AS A POLICE OFFICER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When any officer is hired or completes their police academy they are required to take an oath. Too often as time wears on the police officer has forgotten their oath but do continue doing the best job they can for the department they serve. Police officers in the past took their oath to heart and worked hard and long hours serving their community. They didnt ask for raises or promotions or a pat on the back, they did their job until the day arrived they were eligible for one position or another. The police stuck together as family back then as they do today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Police officers today do an incredible job considering everything that is required of them. First, they must understand the law before they can enforce it. Society has given them the dirty job of policing people or areas they themselves wouldnt do if given the responsibility. Police are held accountable for all actions good or bad. Police have to respond to dangerous calls sometimes without knowing all of the facts or details of the incident they are rolling in on. A domestic may have started out with some arguing before a gun came into the picture. Police officers are trained at the police academy for such incidents and that doesnt necessarily prepare them for the unexpected that can occur. When these type incidents happen, it can mean the death of a police officer(s).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anytime a person becomes a police officer they take on a great deal of responsibility. They sometimes must go where others fear and or engage in a life and death struggle with a suspect. Enough good cannot be written or said about the police officer. They are the force that protects us day and night 24/7 or prevents greater disasters from occurring when they can. Police officers have saved more lives than taking any and must always be prepared to do whatever is required of them by their agencies. Most officers participate in children and elderly programs. They help the elderly with programs that can keep them safe from harm, abuse or fraud. They help the children in recognizing the benefits of being good and staying away from gangs, drugs or what to do if abused. This time is usually donated at the officers expense and because they believe in helping our elderly, and our young ones to grow up morally and right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you see a police officer remember that they are only human, have taken their oath and that they are trying to do their best in making society a better and safer place for you and I to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved that job. I am retired now but after doing it for 21 years it has become a part of my life. I respect all Law Enforcers for doing a job that nobody wants to do. Thank you and Thank those that had my back for 21 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-4384632373531797692?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/4384632373531797692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=4384632373531797692' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4384632373531797692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4384632373531797692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2009/11/policecops-respect-that-i-earned.html' title='POLICE...COPS: A RESPECT THAT I EARNED:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/Swokrh_SN0I/AAAAAAAAEMA/wkzsyF_rIyw/s72-c/crimescene_20090119110453530_320_240.JPEG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-6147718305977569553</id><published>2012-01-13T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T12:36:28.049-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BLAME IT ON THE RAIN:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/SwoHOhM6rEI/AAAAAAAAELY/LmzCF16DfYc/s1600/raindrops.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/SwoHOhM6rEI/AAAAAAAAELY/LmzCF16DfYc/s400/raindrops.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407142248623811650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am standing in the window looking at the rain and enjoying the cold. I am reminded how we like and dislike the rain. We say things like the rain is nasty. I do not understand how rain can be nasty. We need the rain to water the crops so that I can eat. We say when it rains it pours. Into each life a little rain must fall. Let it rain. Rain, rain, go away. Send the rain. And for most of us we got rain in our lives without the thunder, be it negative or positive in meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every once in a while we see it rain while the sun is out. The old folks says that is the Devil fighting with his wife. Some people call the rain depressing. What we fail to realize that the rain was here before us. In fact, everything that was created was created before man. Man was created last because man would have said...look at what I done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some of you for a while have had storms in your life and you're getting tired. I just want to let you know that the sun has never stopped shining. If you have ever flown in a airplane, it could be raining close to the earth and you will hear the pilot say "I've got to climb a little bit higher to get above these clouds". And as soon as he breaks through the clouds the sun is shining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't stop climbing you are about to break through the clouds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(THAT IS FOR SOMEBODY FOR THIS WEEK).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-6147718305977569553?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/6147718305977569553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=6147718305977569553' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/6147718305977569553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/6147718305977569553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2009/11/blame-it-on-rain.html' title='BLAME IT ON THE RAIN:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/SwoHOhM6rEI/AAAAAAAAELY/LmzCF16DfYc/s72-c/raindrops.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-6395380366176966685</id><published>2012-01-13T00:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:47:07.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YES, YES, YES.</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/grnOYq68JS0?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE ONE IN THE HAT BETTER LOOK OUT, I AM LOOKING FOR HIM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-6395380366176966685?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/6395380366176966685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=6395380366176966685' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/6395380366176966685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/6395380366176966685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/yes-yes-yes.html' title='YES, YES, YES.'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/grnOYq68JS0/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-527542328517519241</id><published>2012-01-12T23:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T00:25:32.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE THONG SONG:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xgbLXAmbhOo/Tw-2o7eHJvI/AAAAAAAAK6E/Hks4bI1QmWc/s1600/l4E2O8OMhHv8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xgbLXAmbhOo/Tw-2o7eHJvI/AAAAAAAAK6E/Hks4bI1QmWc/s400/l4E2O8OMhHv8.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696972867921979122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYhMCXw8iPo/Tw-2on-Ba8I/AAAAAAAAK54/BLQrfOw6yEY/s1600/l69useegYnGg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IYhMCXw8iPo/Tw-2on-Ba8I/AAAAAAAAK54/BLQrfOw6yEY/s400/l69useegYnGg.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696972862687112130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlWbq9fGNOo/Tw-2pm3aREI/AAAAAAAAK6Q/Bk8v1_lmcWU/s1600/l1auzwN50ugH.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-mlWbq9fGNOo/Tw-2pm3aREI/AAAAAAAAK6Q/Bk8v1_lmcWU/s400/l1auzwN50ugH.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696972879570814018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="" name="" width="640" height="385" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn1.static.xtube.com/embed/scenes_player.swf?xv=2068"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="wall_idx=111_12&amp;amp;user_id=757sbest&amp;amp;sex_type=S&amp;amp;video_id=AnlVq-G554-&amp;amp;clip_id=&amp;amp;en_flash_lib_path=http://cdn1.static.xtube.com/embed/library.swf?vx=2068"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://cdn1.static.xtube.com/embed/scenes_player.swf?xv=2068" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="wall_idx=111_12&amp;amp;user_id=757sbest&amp;amp;sex_type=S&amp;amp;video_id=AnlVq-G554-&amp;amp;clip_id=&amp;amp;en_flash_lib_path=http://cdn1.static.xtube.com/embed/library.swf?vx=2068" id="" name="" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOW THIS IS SHAKING THAT ASS. YOU HAVE TO HAVE AT LEASE 12 LONG INCHES FOR HIM. I WOULD HAVE TO FUCK HIM TWO TIMES TO SATISFY. IF YOU GOT A SHORT DICK PLEASE DO NOT TRY FUCKING HIM ON HIS STOMACH. YOU WILL NEVER GET INSIDE HIS HOLE. IF YOU ARE LIGHT WEIGHT AND HE IS ON HIS BACK....YOU MAY NEED TO HOLD ON BECAUSE YOU ARE NOT HEAVY ENOUGH AND HIS THIGHS ARE GOING TO PUSH YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE ROOM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/Oai1V7kaFBk?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-527542328517519241?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/527542328517519241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=527542328517519241' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/527542328517519241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/527542328517519241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/thong-song.html' title='THE THONG SONG:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xgbLXAmbhOo/Tw-2o7eHJvI/AAAAAAAAK6E/Hks4bI1QmWc/s72-c/l4E2O8OMhHv8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-1112057980904198283</id><published>2012-01-11T22:43:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T23:13:23.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A NOTE FROM THE CREATOR:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTO_yrbxPYM/Tw5dTNr7LaI/AAAAAAAAK5s/OnA8vfYx6dU/s1600/dove-flying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTO_yrbxPYM/Tw5dTNr7LaI/AAAAAAAAK5s/OnA8vfYx6dU/s400/dove-flying.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696593163343048098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a marvelous experience to meet and talk with great people around the world, to meet and talk with and speak to thousands and thousands of people all over this vast country. These experiences will remain dear to me as long as the cords of memory shall lengthen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are just 11 days into the new year and as I promised right there at the closing of 2011 that the new me was going to take you on a whole new level. I am going to touch on many things that I would like to share with you personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all let me say Thank you for still hanging in there with me. It got a little rough right there at the end but we made it over. I appreciate you, your emails, text and comments was so encouraging and brighten my cloudy days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a interview with a fellow blogger that came off really interesting. His questions turned on some memories and desires that I had mentally turned off. He will post it on his site and I will post it here. I will keep you posted as I am posted about the publishing of such interview. In the meantime you can check him out at http://dqninnorthernvirginia.blogspot.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This blog took off like a rocket to the point of no return. Once you step into reading this blog....you can not leave, I do not want you to leave because now you are a part of me. You have tapped into my private life and we have had intercourse (figuratively). I say that because I have let you inside of me and we have shared emotions together. Some of you have let me inside of you (figuratively). Here I am! I stand at the door and knock. If anyone hears my voice and opens the door, I will come in and eat with him, and he with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your time. I love you with my whole heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I NAMED THE PICTURE..."JUST LIKE THE MORNING DOVE").&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-1112057980904198283?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/1112057980904198283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=1112057980904198283' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1112057980904198283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1112057980904198283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/note-from-creator.html' title='A NOTE FROM THE CREATOR:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-rTO_yrbxPYM/Tw5dTNr7LaI/AAAAAAAAK5s/OnA8vfYx6dU/s72-c/dove-flying.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-4549791526052725752</id><published>2012-01-11T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T00:00:08.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>POLYAMORY:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AeZfqezuW1w/Tw0Lc0f6SZI/AAAAAAAAK5g/wygdm9D0kOA/s1600/tumblr_l1hgi0Ier41qzzhzdo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AeZfqezuW1w/Tw0Lc0f6SZI/AAAAAAAAK5g/wygdm9D0kOA/s400/tumblr_l1hgi0Ier41qzzhzdo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696221693450275218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polyamory - "[poly, meaning many or several] and Latin amor [love]) is the practice, desire, or acceptance of having more than one intimate relationship at a time with the knowledge and consent of everyone involved. It is not to be confused with polysexuality, which is attraction towards multiple genders and/or sexes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The term "polyamorous" can refer to the nature of a relationship at some point in time or to a philosophy or relationship orientation (much like gender or sexual orientation). It is sometimes used as an umbrella term that covers various forms of multiple relationships; polyamorous arrangements are varied, reflecting the choices and philosophies of the individuals involved".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching The National Geographic channel tonight and I was educated on this lifestyle. It made me wanting to learn more about this lifestyle. I have a blogger friend that practice this interesting lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After looking at the program and reading everything I could find on the internet about it, I came to the conclusion that I am too selfish and jealous to share my partner. There is no way I can be downstairs and he and the other person are upstairs having sex. That is why I can not get in a threesome or orgy with people that I might have interest in. I would feel like I am in competition and that is a major distraction. I respect this lifestyle and find it very interesting and would like to experience it but I am so scared that my heart could not take the sharing without me being involved in the sharing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you or are you in this family of poly? I would like to know how you got into it and what is the family role you are responsible for. I understand that there is a house role that each is responsible for. I would be the house husband. I would oversee the operation in maintaining the house 24/7. I would be a good husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I think about it while writing this....I might can adapt to this. If three or more people care about each-other and want to be together and there is a bond of love and protection....yes, I can do this. This would be my family. The family that all of us want to be a part of. That lack of family love is why there are gangs, gay families and the likes. I can do it because I want a family life. I want to be loved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-4549791526052725752?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/4549791526052725752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=4549791526052725752' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4549791526052725752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4549791526052725752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/polyamory.html' title='POLYAMORY:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-AeZfqezuW1w/Tw0Lc0f6SZI/AAAAAAAAK5g/wygdm9D0kOA/s72-c/tumblr_l1hgi0Ier41qzzhzdo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-7152789578369727981</id><published>2012-01-10T17:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T17:34:13.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BITCH PLEASE:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnQ45rmMbiw/Twy8Pu6o1NI/AAAAAAAAK5U/DrPe5AWw00I/s1600/JCSEXI1_1317710914.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnQ45rmMbiw/Twy8Pu6o1NI/AAAAAAAAK5U/DrPe5AWw00I/s400/JCSEXI1_1317710914.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696134607194870994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is about 5am and I am just getting home from a party. I have never been to a party where everybody there was smoking that indo weed and I done fucked around and got a buzz. I went to this party with Ben(with his freaky ass) and it is nice. There was this dude there just talking shit about sex and sexual positions and what he can do. I did not say anything to him until he locked in on me and strutted his dick tease act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I got a buzz and drinking Jack Daniel and coke and tweaking into a whole new era. Dude start talking about that he would take a innocent old man like me and give me a heart attack. Ben told him..."If you know like I know you don't wanna step to him". Dude went on talking about how much of a freak he is and that he has video on Xtube. I did not say any thing. I just smiled until Ben said in my ear "lets fuck him".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a drink and said to dude..."If you are a freak like I am a freak then you jack off like everyday. Young man, you fucking with a real freak. I will nutt up in you then eat it out your ass. I don't turn down nothing but my collar and as you see that I am not wearing one. You are a cute lil boy but you are not special. What you need is someone like me to beat that pussy up like you was a hustler getting paid to be fucked doggy style".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you"re going to swallow, just swallow it. Don"t do that thing where you practically gargle it, get it all foamy in your mouth, and then half-spit it out to show me. This isn"t Cum Guzzling Sluts 101.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking for guys who are into poppers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love huffing/sniffing that bottle, making your chest pound and stroking your cock, you love how it makes your cock more sensitive and makes every pulsation of the orgasm that shoots up your shaft deeper and more intense and makes you ejaculate harder. Makes you sluttier as you suck my dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see the head of your penis get bigger and feel your shaft swelling thicker in your hand, and see both the shaft and head turn darker and redder the more stimulated your rod gets and the more turned on you get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You"re the kind of guy that loves to huff poppers while you jack off, maybe while watching porn, on your couch, in your shower, or on your bed. Gotta huff that brown bottle. You"re addicted to those deep, sharp, intense orgasms the poppers make you have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't phuck around with it...Do it expeditiously&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude lite up and said "damn big daddy, it's like that"? I laughed and said I am from the old school. Back in the 80's we did not play when it came down to sex. We started this sexual thang". He said " you are cool, I like the way you talk. I am having a get together next month and you must come. I talk shit just to intimidate others but you just broke me down. A real man".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exchanged info and me and Ben left. On the drive to take him to his ride he said..."boy, you talked so much shit to dude that you got me hot as hell. Meet me at my spot. You have got to play in this ass tonight...please".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now home.....................goodnight/goodmorning y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-7152789578369727981?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/7152789578369727981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=7152789578369727981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/7152789578369727981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/7152789578369727981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2009/11/bitch-please.html' title='BITCH PLEASE:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pnQ45rmMbiw/Twy8Pu6o1NI/AAAAAAAAK5U/DrPe5AWw00I/s72-c/JCSEXI1_1317710914.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-7666558899021792703</id><published>2012-01-10T03:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T03:47:41.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CHEATERS: (REPOST)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/S0o_MOc30-I/AAAAAAAAEuQ/Gag2_l0vDkw/s1600-h/511AFTN214L._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/S0o_MOc30-I/AAAAAAAAEuQ/Gag2_l0vDkw/s400/511AFTN214L._SS500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5425218180391359458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I guess you've heard of my reputation, I've had my share of foolin' around.&lt;br /&gt;But everybody needs stimulation, and mine just happens to be all over town. Thaddeus gets lonely too":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked my views on cheating. "Why Men Cheats". Well, every body has the ability to cheat...Men and Women. It's not like me trying to explain why I am gay. I am gay because I AM. That is me. I did not choose to be gay. In fact, if I had a chose I would still be the way I am. It's like asking a straight person when did they choose to be straight? I have been with both men and women...I CHOOSE MEN. I choose to have sex with men, I choose to be in a relationship with a man. Sometime I may wanna have sex with a butch female but these are desires, choses and sexual conquerors. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheating is - an act of lying, deception, fraud, trickery, imposture, or imposition. Cheating characteristically is employed to create an unfair advantage, usually in one's own interest, and often at the expense of others, Cheating implies the breaking of rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He or she can not cheat on you if you two are just kicking it. You are his jump off. You can not get mad at him if he is not answering your calls and out with another person. There is no commitment there. No relationship, no dating, no getting to know each other. It is just a FUCK or a number of fucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any thing you do be professional about it. If you are going to cheat on someone that you have invest time in then you must treat it like a business transaction because if you get caught....then you loose all the way around. Your mate is not going to want you and the person you cheated with will not want you either because 9 times out of 10 they are cheating too...they just did not get caught.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you cheat, step back and ask yourself...is this person better then the person I am with. If I get caught or take a bug back home...I will loose my partner, my comfortable living, and a whole lot of things that I now enjoy.  IS IT WORTH A NUTT OR SHALL I JUST JACK OFF AND CALL IT A DAY?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, that next person may give you the sex of your life. He/She may show you some tricks that you never thought of. They may do things that you always wanted to do. They may be your FREAK....but you can have all that with your partner. If they have not done these things then talk to them and let them know what turns you on, what you wanna try, how you wanna to freak with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always learned that what's looks good to you is not good for you. I live in the city of PHINE BOYS AND MEN at every turn. Sexy men at every light and stop sign. Walking, sitting in their car....whatever. If you have no discipline you could burn yourself out and shorten your life span in this city. Just like NY...you must have ORDER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back in my day I was a professional cheater. I was young and cocky. About 21, 160lbs, 28 waist, 6"2, pretty complexion...I still go that....nice body parts....still got that.....and talked plenty shit to get what I wanted, who I wanted and how I wanted it. I came up in the 80's, by the 90's I had mastered my craft. I cheated with boys that had boyfriends, men with wives. Men with boyfriends, women with husbands and women with wives. And this was done unprotected...which was the lifestyle back then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am 43 years old now and survived the 80's and 90's. I have had a STD in my time but back then all you got was a shot and you were good until the next episode. I never was comforted in a situation, as far as I am concern I did my act undetected to the victim. I have gotten paid for sex. I have paid for sex. I have done some things (sexually) that would make you think about for days if I told you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said all of this to say....Don't do it. If you are with someone that you enjoy, that makes you happy and takes care of you...then respect them. Don't put yourself in a situation that will make you hate yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are with someone that you feel that you are in prison and you wanna leave and you are afraid that they may do some damage...Go to your local courthouse and get a restraining order on them...have a police unit meet you at your place and pack your shit and leave. Life is too short for that bullshit. If he beats you or hit you...stab him, shoot him do whatever you have to do to protect yourself because he is going to kill you. He is crazy....but you knew this before you got with him or you should have known by checking out his history, his background. Now he has spent all your money, took you away from all your friends that was there before he got there, took you away from your family and you have nobody but him and his friends and family. Now, don't you think that some thing is not right here. You have been reprogrammed, you are under his control. He cheats and you allow it because you feel nobody wants you...leave him. Start a new life in the new year. And if you need someone to help you re-invent yourself...call me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-7666558899021792703?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/7666558899021792703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=7666558899021792703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/7666558899021792703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/7666558899021792703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2010/01/cheaters.html' title='CHEATERS: (REPOST)'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/S0o_MOc30-I/AAAAAAAAEuQ/Gag2_l0vDkw/s72-c/511AFTN214L._SS500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-5854686176089683874</id><published>2012-01-10T03:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T03:57:35.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/TQbjZptoVTI/AAAAAAAAHoQ/c2A3wKDKm0s/s1600/securedownload+%25282%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/TQbjZptoVTI/AAAAAAAAHoQ/c2A3wKDKm0s/s320/securedownload+%25282%2529.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/TQbjcKxjaWI/AAAAAAAAHoU/QgApvrlw9FU/s1600/securedownload.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/TQbjcKxjaWI/AAAAAAAAHoU/QgApvrlw9FU/s320/securedownload.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/TQbjeURANXI/AAAAAAAAHoY/h4Q9mt4lExw/s1600/securedownload+%25281%2529.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/TQbjeURANXI/AAAAAAAAHoY/h4Q9mt4lExw/s320/securedownload+%25281%2529.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I ran across some pictures of me back in 2003. Just nine years ago. I am speechless. This was four years before I started the blog. This was when I looked good in uniform but I was a arrogant bastard. I just did not give a fuck about nobody. This would have put me at age 37. WOW........... My whole attitude and life changed that very next year. That old bastard is gone and I am a more pleasant, lovable and very sensitive person now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-5854686176089683874?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/5854686176089683874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=5854686176089683874' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/5854686176089683874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/5854686176089683874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2010/12/hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.html' title='HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mMSd1-PoPIU/TQbjZptoVTI/AAAAAAAAHoQ/c2A3wKDKm0s/s72-c/securedownload+%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-3856530542019538650</id><published>2012-01-10T00:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-10T03:36:15.257-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT NIGHT IN VEGAS LOOKING AT THE WATER SHOW: YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE:</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/13GD78Bmo8s?rel=0" title="YouTube video player" width="480"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS ONE NIGHT THAT I WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER. THIS IS THE SONG THAT WILL SPARK THAT MEMORY FOR A LIFE TIME: YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-3856530542019538650?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/3856530542019538650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=3856530542019538650' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/3856530542019538650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/3856530542019538650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/that-night-in-vegas-looking-at-water.html' title='THAT NIGHT IN VEGAS LOOKING AT THE WATER SHOW: YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/13GD78Bmo8s/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-2683183451174682563</id><published>2012-01-08T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T18:12:17.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MAKE SURE YOU ARE SEEING WHAT YOU THINK YOU ARE SEEING:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RRfc-_Rqniw/TwiFQV28fcI/AAAAAAAAK4Y/B7VVrC9dLXE/s1600/d81b2fb899e55af81f0751d8681e0b86_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RRfc-_Rqniw/TwiFQV28fcI/AAAAAAAAK4Y/B7VVrC9dLXE/s400/d81b2fb899e55af81f0751d8681e0b86_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694948244601994690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to give you a inside tip in hopes that it will save you from getting your feelings hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you met a dude and he said and made you feel good all over. He text you every morning and during the day. He call you all during the week. You all go to lunch during the week. You all meets up when he get off work early to have sex. But on the weekend starting on Friday no text, no calls, no lunch. Then early Monday morning a text "Good Morning".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, this dude is involved and have to spend time with his boyfriend on his days off and the weekend. Don't be mad at his because you did not ask the right questions. You did not ask him did he have a boyfriend or was he dating. You got caught up in the attention and did not want any distractions. Now Monday morning you are cold in your return text. Now you wanna put the pressure on him and beat him down with &lt;br /&gt;questions and why's. In just a few days he is going to cut you loose. He is going to put distance between you and he because you are now a threat to him. He risk you approaching him in public while he is with his boyfriend and spilling the beans. This can also back fire on you. He can roll the dice and deny it and you, punch you in your mouth because you are talking too much or he may have already told his boyfriend that you are the one that is jocking him and the boyfriend may give you a lesson in "just letting it go".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know because I have been on both sides. I have played the part of having a boyfriend and have been played by being the part time lover. Don't cause any waves when this happens to you....not a got damn ripple because it will not be worth it. You will loose seeking revenge. He may be powerful enough to run you out of your city. Appreciate the time that you spent together and learn the next time to ask if he is dating. If he can have sex with you just by a few text and lunches....you are not a investment to him. It was just a fuck or a few fucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-2683183451174682563?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/2683183451174682563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=2683183451174682563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/2683183451174682563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/2683183451174682563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/make-sure-you-are-seeing-what-you-think.html' title='MAKE SURE YOU ARE SEEING WHAT YOU THINK YOU ARE SEEING:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-RRfc-_Rqniw/TwiFQV28fcI/AAAAAAAAK4Y/B7VVrC9dLXE/s72-c/d81b2fb899e55af81f0751d8681e0b86_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-8197068609112998126</id><published>2012-01-07T15:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T13:46:28.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY BIRTH INTO LEATHER WEAR: (UPDATE) NUDIST:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UjuZRqkTq-E/TwnkYsdae5I/AAAAAAAAK40/_JhpCqsO3N4/s1600/03-16-11-p.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UjuZRqkTq-E/TwnkYsdae5I/AAAAAAAAK40/_JhpCqsO3N4/s400/03-16-11-p.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695334316689226642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ntPBo6kKMyM/Twiq1BcugRI/AAAAAAAAK4k/m1wTjl3sFKw/s1600/LKK1250-00L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 396px; height: 396px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ntPBo6kKMyM/Twiq1BcugRI/AAAAAAAAK4k/m1wTjl3sFKw/s400/LKK1250-00L.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694989556708704530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the next phase of me re-inventing myself. I have always liked biker and dudes that wear leather and a pair of jeans. There is this club in New Orleans that is a leather bar which I make sure I visit when I am there name Rawhide. Well, I am about to really get into this lifestyle. I was told to get a book titled "The Leathermans Handbook" to educate myself about this leather life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am jumping into this with both feet. I was also told to get this book titled "Leathersex". This is so exciting to me. By the summer time I will have transformed into a leather wearing gay male.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to find this vest that you see. It is called A Bar Vest. I understand this is what I should wear when going out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****UPDATE****- I have been informed and now have some interest in the nudist scene as well. I strongly think that I am leaning towards the nudist because as you already know I sleep nude, I do not wear underwear and when I am home I walk around nude. More insight on this so stay tune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-8197068609112998126?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/8197068609112998126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=8197068609112998126' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8197068609112998126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8197068609112998126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-birth-into-leather-wear.html' title='MY BIRTH INTO LEATHER WEAR: (UPDATE) NUDIST:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UjuZRqkTq-E/TwnkYsdae5I/AAAAAAAAK40/_JhpCqsO3N4/s72-c/03-16-11-p.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-6402451944537008581</id><published>2012-01-07T12:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-07T13:27:52.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SPITTING IN YOUR PARTNERS MOUTH / EXCHANGING SPIT DURING SEX:</title><content type='html'>I got a email this morning the read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Good day sir,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have addressed this on your blog already and I missed it; but if anyone can address it properly I’m sure it’s you. "spitting in your partners mouth” or “exchanging spit during sex”. Although I can think of worse, it’s defiantly not something I’m doing with some random dude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t wait to read the post". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love questions like this. Educational questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Spitting in your partners mouth. You should be able to do whatever with your partner. Whatever he want or want to try...you should be all the man he needs. If you do not wanna experience certain things with him....he will seek someone that will because he has a desire that you can not fulfill. If you are tongue kissing your man (French Kissing) Then you are already exchanging spit. You have to be that hoe, that freak for your partner...Key word: PARTNER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Exchanging spit during sex. LOL, I think I answered this question in no.1 when I spoke on french kissing. There are things that you can not do with some random guys simply because you don't know him...he don't know you. But if you sucked his dick without a condom or ate his ass without a dental dam then you have already done worst. Always practice safer sex and always assume that every sexual encounter should be protected. In that way you protect him and yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can get STD's orally as well as penetration. Herpes. You can get a parasite or worms from eating ass and other bad bacteria from you putting your mouth on some random anus. I am a ass master and I have seen asses that in my head that I would eat or would like to eat. But in real life....I pass, the desire pass when I think that in a few days I may have a bump on my lip or stomach problems. So I pretend that I am eating that dudes ass while looking at it on porn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sucking dick without a rubber. I can not understand how someone suck a raw dick swallowing precum then turn around and put on a condom for penetration. Do you not know that sucking that dick can give you a STD. You can get things from that pretty big ass dick that can cause you to get mouth cancer or throat cancer. HPV, and other sexual transmitted evils that back in the day a simple shot could have cleared up in 24 hours to 7 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a weapon. Always assume that all weapons are loaded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a list of a few things that you can get without protection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AIDS&lt;br /&gt;Chlamydia &lt;br /&gt;Cold Sores&lt;br /&gt;Genital Warts &lt;br /&gt;Herpes : Simplex : Genital&lt;br /&gt;Oral Diseases&lt;br /&gt;Pubic Lice &lt;br /&gt;Scabies &lt;br /&gt;Shingles&lt;br /&gt;Syphilis&lt;br /&gt;Thrush&lt;br /&gt;Virus Diseases&lt;br /&gt;Yeast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look these names up and think for yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-6402451944537008581?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/6402451944537008581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=6402451944537008581' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/6402451944537008581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/6402451944537008581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/spitting-in-your-partners-mouth.html' title='SPITTING IN YOUR PARTNERS MOUTH / EXCHANGING SPIT DURING SEX:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-1912264191627564523</id><published>2012-01-05T19:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T20:05:35.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SECOND HOLE:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5znFKQU2Ihk/TwZFO7T7w3I/AAAAAAAAK4M/IQHAR-slMh4/s1600/imagejpeg953.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 279px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5znFKQU2Ihk/TwZFO7T7w3I/AAAAAAAAK4M/IQHAR-slMh4/s400/imagejpeg953.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694314901598356338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF THERE IS SUCH A THING AS A SECOND HOLE...HE IS ROLLING IN THE DEEP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-1912264191627564523?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/1912264191627564523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=1912264191627564523' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1912264191627564523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1912264191627564523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/second-hole.html' title='THE SECOND HOLE:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5znFKQU2Ihk/TwZFO7T7w3I/AAAAAAAAK4M/IQHAR-slMh4/s72-c/imagejpeg953.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-4531951021039415024</id><published>2012-01-05T18:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T18:28:45.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LOL. I AM CERTIFIED CRAZY. LOL;</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WgYS22Y-eB8/TwYw349wmVI/AAAAAAAAK34/DvvecC0eJRA/s1600/2012-01-05%2B13.17.15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WgYS22Y-eB8/TwYw349wmVI/AAAAAAAAK34/DvvecC0eJRA/s400/2012-01-05%2B13.17.15.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694292515598932306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i1rQhT4vPtQ/TwYw3rzhs3I/AAAAAAAAK3k/u8F0Jel2_c0/s1600/2012-01-05%2B13.16.48.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-i1rQhT4vPtQ/TwYw3rzhs3I/AAAAAAAAK3k/u8F0Jel2_c0/s400/2012-01-05%2B13.16.48.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694292512066351986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6v1Z7zc7ol4/TwYw3uOjdPI/AAAAAAAAK3c/DlErRRWiKDw/s1600/2012-01-05%2B13.16.43.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6v1Z7zc7ol4/TwYw3uOjdPI/AAAAAAAAK3c/DlErRRWiKDw/s400/2012-01-05%2B13.16.43.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694292512716584178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XgvPpWApIPQ/TwYw4rxWsbI/AAAAAAAAK4A/uoq6ejnXiJA/s1600/2012-01-05%2B13.17.19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-XgvPpWApIPQ/TwYw4rxWsbI/AAAAAAAAK4A/uoq6ejnXiJA/s400/2012-01-05%2B13.17.19.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694292529237111218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I make myself laugh sometimes. I stopped by a friend's office today around noon and there was this Heat and Air Conditioner Engineer there doing some work and he was sexy. He could not had on any underwear because I could see his dick riding on his left thigh. I could see his dick head. Then again he could have had on underwear and just had a fat dick on soft but those jeans fit his ass perfect. My friend tried to keep me out of the room because I was saying things to the man to make him respond to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend said that he picked up that I was gay because he got comfortable with talking to me about nothing important. Like I pretend to talk to my friend and said that I was going to school for heat and air. Dude turned around and told me about the school he went to. He stepped outside and my friend told me to stop but I had just begun because I had his attention. When he came back in the room I told my friend that I needed to go to Walmart to look for a Lawn Mower...dude told me where the nearest Walmart was....Now all of my comments was sexual and he responded and I was not talking to him. Then I asked him did he work out and he said no, why did I ask...I said because I have never seen a pair of Jeans fit a white dude's ass like that. My friend told me to leave....LMAO. As I got up to leave I said to my friend while dude was still inside..."I guess I will go home and jack off".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend called me about 30 mins later and said, "you are a fool. Do you know that dude laughed at what you said for about five minutes after you left".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-4531951021039415024?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/4531951021039415024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=4531951021039415024' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4531951021039415024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4531951021039415024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/lol-i-am-certified-crazy-lol.html' title='LOL. I AM CERTIFIED CRAZY. LOL;'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WgYS22Y-eB8/TwYw349wmVI/AAAAAAAAK34/DvvecC0eJRA/s72-c/2012-01-05%2B13.17.15.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-497250414624969153</id><published>2012-01-04T23:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T18:37:20.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LIES WE WERE TOLD:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8PXfsxmvECk/TwUysBefhbI/AAAAAAAAK3Q/jMBTpMbE3EM/s1600/Michelangelo%252C_Creation_of_Adam_03.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8PXfsxmvECk/TwUysBefhbI/AAAAAAAAK3Q/jMBTpMbE3EM/s400/Michelangelo%252C_Creation_of_Adam_03.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694013035771823538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creation of man has got to be the most disappointing creature ever made. It is hard to believe that we was made in the image of God...in his likeness. I can believe that we been created in the likeness of Lucifer because we are like the image of Satan according to the Bible. We lie, cheat, steal, kill and destroy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(NOTE) Lucifer was the most beautiful Angle in heaven. When he was cast down and he landed on earth then his name was changed to Satan. That is where Genesis 1:1 begins. God did not take any powers from him and he does not have horns and a pike fork. He is still beautiful and powerful. He is name the PRINCE OF DARKNESS. (END NOTE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who God was talking to when he said "let us make man in our image. We lie and have lied to our kids and have been lied to from our parents. We teach our kids and have been taught as a child how to lie. then punish them when they lie. No child is bad from the beginning. They're only imitating their atmosphere. We was lied to about Santa (SATAN) Claus. We scare the shit out of them about the boogyman. No wonder some of us are so fucked up in the head and have no social stills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few thoughts that are running around in my head tonight. We also are hypocritical. In public we look at sex as taboo, a sin, nasty. In private we go to private sex parties, fucked by hustlers, go to Dominican Republic, Brazil or Africa to have sex with the natives. I understand that sex is how all of us got here whether you know your parents or not. You got here from two people fucking around and/or did not know each others name or just did not give a damn like in the 70's.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-497250414624969153?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/497250414624969153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=497250414624969153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/497250414624969153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/497250414624969153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/lies-we-were-told.html' title='THE LIES WE WERE TOLD:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8PXfsxmvECk/TwUysBefhbI/AAAAAAAAK3Q/jMBTpMbE3EM/s72-c/Michelangelo%252C_Creation_of_Adam_03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-8119363440166989885</id><published>2012-01-04T22:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T23:51:40.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOT DAMN WHITE BOY:</title><content type='html'>where can I find a white dude that can fuck boipussy like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object id="" name="" width="640" height="385" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-11cf-96B8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.xvideos.com/swf/flv_player_site_v4.swf"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="opaque"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="id_video=264215"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://static.xvideos.com/swf/flv_player_site_v4.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" flashvars="id_video=264215" id="" name="" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="opaque" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-8119363440166989885?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/8119363440166989885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=8119363440166989885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8119363440166989885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8119363440166989885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/got-damn-white-boy.html' title='GOT DAMN WHITE BOY:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-8687844992924715027</id><published>2012-01-04T22:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T23:15:25.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PIMUSIQUE.ORG</title><content type='html'>Another phase of my re-inventing myself is complete. I now own the domain name PIMUSIQUE.ORG. you now can access the blog from that access point. I chose .org for "pimusique orgy".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-8687844992924715027?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/8687844992924715027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=8687844992924715027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8687844992924715027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8687844992924715027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/pimusiqueorg.html' title='PIMUSIQUE.ORG'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-2789748112653742458</id><published>2012-01-04T15:08:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T18:29:00.035-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A QUESTION FROM FACEBOOK FRIEND:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIe5BKdr2Ss/TwS7DMmQMHI/AAAAAAAAK3E/19V2mDI2JOs/s1600/IwQeffg10TZ.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 224px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIe5BKdr2Ss/TwS7DMmQMHI/AAAAAAAAK3E/19V2mDI2JOs/s400/IwQeffg10TZ.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693881492498821234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dude on Facebook posted this question to me: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Just a suggestion on a topic to write about on your blog - how to deal with 17yo kids hitting up older guys. Technically it's illegal in most states to have sex with them but oh so tempting especially that they are throwing themselves at you basically. And their bodies are like stupid too - all toned and muscled up already. And they don't understand when one refuses to fuck them, they keep saying that nobody will find out not understanding that if discovered, it will be up to their parents to press charges. So lust and temptation vs a huge risk to fuck up the rest of your life. Maybe you wanna develop this further in your blog..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am posting it for you to give him advice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My personal views are as followed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Age disparity in sexual relationships refers to sexual relations between people with a significant difference in age. Whether these relationships are accepted and the question of what counts as a significant difference in age has varied over time; and varies over cultures, different legal systems, and different ethical systems. It often depends on differing attitudes towards perceived social and economic differences between age groups and how consent is viewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The law in Georgia states - The age of consent in Georgia is 16 as specified by Section 16.6.3 of the Criminal Code of Georgia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also stated in the Criminal Code of Georgia 16.6.3 subsection (c), if a person is "at least 14 but less than 16 years of age and the person convicted of statutory rape is 18 years of age or younger and is no more than four years older than the victim, such person shall be guilty of a misdemeanor."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my advice to you is to look but don't touch if you have to. A lot of older guys are attracting younger guy without trying to. A lot of younger guys are attracted to older men for so many different reasons. Maybe they are looking for a father image, a protector, a provider, whatever the reason is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Younger guys are attracted to me but these guys are in their 20's to early 30's. I am not aware of anyone older then 21. I would not have any sexual interest in anyone younger. I would tell them to get there education and go to college and secure a career.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can not imagine having a conversation with a 17 year old. They would be talking about what they did in school and name brands. I would be talking about the Iowa caucus and what the Dow did today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to each his own. I am too scared to do anything illegal having being in law enforcement. I can not go to jail because they will truly fuck me every day. I love my freedom. I have seen it first hand having to fight for your life everyday from those that will never get out. Those that have 200 years life sentences. Do you know that that mean. That means when they did in prison then come back in another life....they have to go straight to prison as a new born. So, so sir, I will pass of the teens. They are not even sexually attractive to me. I see them as babies. Young gay babies that need some guidance so may be around to see my age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell those teens to go read a book and take a cold shower. Sex is over rated if it is not done properly and with someone you care about. It is a life sentence if it is done randomly and without care. It is death if done just because your dick got hard or your ass tingled and gets wet. This is for male and female, straight and gay. You do not want to have to register as a sexual predator everywhere you live. Get you someone of legal age and pretend they are 17 and call it a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-2789748112653742458?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/2789748112653742458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=2789748112653742458' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/2789748112653742458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/2789748112653742458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/question-from-facebook-friend.html' title='A QUESTION FROM FACEBOOK FRIEND:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIe5BKdr2Ss/TwS7DMmQMHI/AAAAAAAAK3E/19V2mDI2JOs/s72-c/IwQeffg10TZ.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-4855163811838351644</id><published>2012-01-04T00:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T01:35:14.014-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A NEW DIRECTION:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PynkxgP9tws/TwPzFsaA3lI/AAAAAAAAK24/SzIAo8LQo50/s1600/be1b23cd6021dd760c79667139b87261_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 252px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PynkxgP9tws/TwPzFsaA3lI/AAAAAAAAK24/SzIAo8LQo50/s400/be1b23cd6021dd760c79667139b87261_3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693661633071603282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going in a new direction this year. It is a race, culture direction. I am well aware of Black men and White men companionship and Friendship. I am going international with companionship and the likes. I am now seeking Asians, Koreans, Arabs, Latino, Transsexual, FTM, MTF, Drag Queens like Lady Chablis, Native Indian, White, Black, P. Rican, everybody just a freaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing to hide and I am not a shame at any thing I ever done and going to do. This is who I am. It took me some time to come to this level of truth within me. I like me, I love me and I am going to do me. Because I do not want to say to myself...I should have, I would have, I could have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-4855163811838351644?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/4855163811838351644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=4855163811838351644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4855163811838351644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4855163811838351644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/new-direction.html' title='A NEW DIRECTION:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PynkxgP9tws/TwPzFsaA3lI/AAAAAAAAK24/SzIAo8LQo50/s72-c/be1b23cd6021dd760c79667139b87261_3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-8411704412527896459</id><published>2012-01-02T12:02:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T02:17:08.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SPARTACUS: IMPORTANT UPDATE:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvXT5K9Ko14/TwHmwvdij6I/AAAAAAAAK0Q/6LwPuLEJo04/s1600/91ADwF0TP4L._AA1500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvXT5K9Ko14/TwHmwvdij6I/AAAAAAAAK0Q/6LwPuLEJo04/s400/91ADwF0TP4L._AA1500_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693085129021493154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/nJIQyKi6lL8?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was over a neighbors house and he was looking at this HBO Original show titled "SPARTACUS: BLOOD AND SAND". This series is off the sexual chain. On the same level as OZ. The men, the bodies, the nakedness, the men fighting, did I mention the men? This accidental viewing turned me on. I came home and went to On Demand to STARZ and had to go back to the beginning to understand what was going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been up damn near 16 hours catching up to date. It's like the movie "300" with all that phineness. Where do they get these men from. I wanna go to see the next audition for a part in a movie like this. I have re winded, paused, freeze framed...you must see this show. This make me wanna get in the gym for just a hint of their body tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I got to get back to the program. I have two more to watch then I am going to jack off and take a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(IMPORTANT UPDATE) I was looking at a sneak preview of the next season of Spartacus and noticed that there is a new guy playing the role. I understand that the dude that played Spartacus: Blood and Sand name is Andy Whitfield. He died September 11, 2011. In March 2010, Whitfield was diagnosed with non-Hodgkin lymphoma and began undergoing treatment immediately in New Zealand.He died 18 months after his initial cancer diagnosis.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-8411704412527896459?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/8411704412527896459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=8411704412527896459' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8411704412527896459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8411704412527896459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/spartacus.html' title='SPARTACUS: IMPORTANT UPDATE:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lvXT5K9Ko14/TwHmwvdij6I/AAAAAAAAK0Q/6LwPuLEJo04/s72-c/91ADwF0TP4L._AA1500_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-2971357380957689843</id><published>2012-01-02T11:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T12:02:04.454-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS YOUR STATUS:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Or3hVMrqoLU/TwHi_9o8WvI/AAAAAAAAK0E/DshqCtdkGs8/s1600/red-ribbon.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Or3hVMrqoLU/TwHi_9o8WvI/AAAAAAAAK0E/DshqCtdkGs8/s400/red-ribbon.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693080992478943986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see a lot of sex profiles asking "what is your stats". They are speaking of your height, weight, waist size, dick size, top or bottom, etc. But I never see anyone ask "what is your HIV status"? I also see that everybody on the sex sites are HIV negative. The CDC needs to know about this because if this is true then maybe they can do a study to see why certain people get HIV and others done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are planning on having sex with anyone you should know their HIV status as well they know yours. DON'T LIE. Even if you going to suck dick unprotected or eat ass without a dental dam, you should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of all before you ask someone about their status you should know your own. GO GET TESTED TODAY. It is a new year start it out right with your health. I will go with you and hold your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A positive HIV status does not mean a expiration date on the bottom of your feet. If caught and treated in time you will and can live a long healthy life with medication. You would likely get hit by lighting before you die of AIDS. That world scare people from getting tested. You do not get AIDS unless your CD4/T-Cell drops down under 200. Then you are in trouble. You can then die from a common cold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Practice safer sex at all times. GO GET TESTED, KNOW YOUR STATUS. I do not wanna write another post about someone I know that did not take care of themselves and could have lived a long and prosperous life. Gone too soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-2971357380957689843?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/2971357380957689843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=2971357380957689843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/2971357380957689843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/2971357380957689843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/what-is-your-status.html' title='WHAT IS YOUR STATUS:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Or3hVMrqoLU/TwHi_9o8WvI/AAAAAAAAK0E/DshqCtdkGs8/s72-c/red-ribbon.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-3836257758081397610</id><published>2012-01-02T01:25:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-02T02:22:12.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY NEW GARMENT:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GzGzbmCYGZc/TwFO-0yqLGI/AAAAAAAAKzI/tpkF7UO8nCM/s1600/19007_extra02_super.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GzGzbmCYGZc/TwFO-0yqLGI/AAAAAAAAKzI/tpkF7UO8nCM/s400/19007_extra02_super.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692918245202996322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JklnrOeT0pg/TwFO-FJ3HmI/AAAAAAAAKzA/q0ZnL0_4E9I/s1600/19007_extra01_super.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JklnrOeT0pg/TwFO-FJ3HmI/AAAAAAAAKzA/q0ZnL0_4E9I/s400/19007_extra01_super.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692918232415411810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PBQQaztpLN8/TwFO-HUiqcI/AAAAAAAAKys/yjIM8_d3Zng/s1600/19007_detail02_super.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PBQQaztpLN8/TwFO-HUiqcI/AAAAAAAAKys/yjIM8_d3Zng/s400/19007_detail02_super.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692918232997079490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LQy1LdzXnQc/TwFO9-DfTmI/AAAAAAAAKyk/66eCHaJsOD0/s1600/19007_detail01_super.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LQy1LdzXnQc/TwFO9-DfTmI/AAAAAAAAKyk/66eCHaJsOD0/s400/19007_detail01_super.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692918230509637218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ADcYPb9PTN8/TwFO-zsLeEI/AAAAAAAAKzQ/ZYeN062VNMY/s1600/19007_product_super.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 265px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ADcYPb9PTN8/TwFO-zsLeEI/AAAAAAAAKzQ/ZYeN062VNMY/s400/19007_product_super.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692918244907382850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out. The Cylops Jockstrap and my friend M. Reid over there at Me, Myself and I, is modeling them on the website. I am ordering mine as we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click the banner over to your right and check out all the nice Jock Straps that they have for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-3836257758081397610?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/3836257758081397610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=3836257758081397610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/3836257758081397610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/3836257758081397610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-new-garment.html' title='MY NEW GARMENT:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GzGzbmCYGZc/TwFO-0yqLGI/AAAAAAAAKzI/tpkF7UO8nCM/s72-c/19007_extra02_super.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-5742632533649815383</id><published>2012-01-01T13:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T14:37:11.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KNOCKED OFF MY FEET:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-psPUIAZ2Dfc/TwC0eCbGY-I/AAAAAAAAKwc/fxY6rwL0Fbs/s1600/15939551_BG1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 334px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-psPUIAZ2Dfc/TwC0eCbGY-I/AAAAAAAAKwc/fxY6rwL0Fbs/s400/15939551_BG1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692748357135918050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too many things that can knock me off my feet. It my shake me and leave me stunned and shook but not leave me hott, horny and with my mouth open, but my Buffalo friend here in Atlanta...lets call him Tee Tee because of the story I am about to tell you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the privilege of knowing a certified freak. I have nothing on him. I thought that I was a freak...no ma'am, no sir. I have to get my Masters from him. He and I have been chatting for a while before he moved to Atlanta and we just met a few weeks ago. He is the one that cheered me on in getting a piercing. We text each other every day at lease just to say good morning. Last night a few hours before  midnight as he was getting dressed to attend a party...we had a moment of truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He asked me what freaky stuff I like? I told him, then I asked him did I scare him off. He replied..."No, I'm a freak. I think that I've done just about everything once. And I mean everything". I asked "like what". I had not prepared for him to tell it all but he did. He said " I pissed in someone ass and mouth or on them. I've shitted on one guy, fucked dirty, been watched, watched, recorded me fucking, group sex, toys, food, just a few things". I asked how did he piss in someone with a hard dick. He replied..."Fucking and I held my pee for a while then pulled out started to piss and went back in to finish".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That turned me on so strongly. I have never met a person that will tell someone the truth about what they like. They would never tell you about the taboo of a "shitty deal or scat". This made me so attracted to him because he let me into his private sexual appetite. How many of you would have told me about you fetishes? Not even two of you. I would let this dude do whatever the hell he wanted to do with me. I would let him take me into his cave of sexual fetishes...his dark fantasies...his man cave of manliness of "pig" activities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I imagine being with him would be like the sexual acts in the movie "CALIGULA" the uncut version. As soon as I heal I am going to step to him and follow him where ever he may lead. I wanna see his sexual activities. I wanna hear the sounds, smell the scents, feel the touch and cum so strong that I get a cramp in my pelvis and asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-5742632533649815383?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/5742632533649815383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=5742632533649815383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/5742632533649815383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/5742632533649815383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/knocked-off-my-feet.html' title='KNOCKED OFF MY FEET:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-psPUIAZ2Dfc/TwC0eCbGY-I/AAAAAAAAKwc/fxY6rwL0Fbs/s72-c/15939551_BG1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-3991194626703541796</id><published>2012-01-01T12:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T13:57:32.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BIG BOY PRIDE:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fq6JecKcgkA/TwCj8kvGsyI/AAAAAAAAKwQ/I_UEf33_4Xs/s1600/73407a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 146px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fq6JecKcgkA/TwCj8kvGsyI/AAAAAAAAKwQ/I_UEf33_4Xs/s400/73407a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692730190045033250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Jay, Co-Founder of Big Boy Pride has invited me to "come and see" what big boy pride and the big brothas are all about. This event takes place Thursday March 29th 2012 - Monday April 2nd 2012 at the Parliament House in Orlando Florida. I will be attending after speaking with him and others that has attended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are they you ask....The Big Brothas Network was created to celebrate the larger men of color and those who admire them. We intend to promote a positive self-image within our own community and the mainstream population. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our goal is to embrace our differences, to inspire self-love, and increase camaraderie through positive, brotherly interactions. We intend to accomplish these goals through the BBN magazine, local and national events and networking forums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Brothas Network:&lt;br /&gt;noun. 1. An informative, responsible, and thought provoking website. Catering to urban debonair Big Brothas, and the men who treasure them.&lt;br /&gt;      2. A collective group of Big, Bigger, (the) Biggest men of color.&lt;br /&gt;See also: thick, husky, chub, beefy, or big boned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come join other BIG BROTHAS and those who love them, at The Parliament House Gay Resort in Orlando, Thursday, March 29 - Monday , April 2, 2012.  This weekend promises to be filled with FUN, FRIENDSHIP, FRATERNIZING,and HOT BIG BROTHAS. &lt;br /&gt;Relax by the pool, or join one of our many group activities. Release on the dance floor, or Relate with your other BIG BROTHAS (&amp; those who love them). So grab your boys and start planning now to meet us in Orlando". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go over to the website..www.bigboypride.com for detailed info about this event and I will meet you at the Parliament House in March.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-3991194626703541796?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/3991194626703541796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=3991194626703541796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/3991194626703541796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/3991194626703541796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/big-boy-pride.html' title='BIG BOY PRIDE:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fq6JecKcgkA/TwCj8kvGsyI/AAAAAAAAKwQ/I_UEf33_4Xs/s72-c/73407a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-8418296891710572554</id><published>2012-01-01T00:00:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-01T01:59:30.039-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE RESURRECTION OF PIMUSIQUE:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Olx3Pwbzotk/Tv_-1cA_ypI/AAAAAAAAKwE/dXFuTj1QQsg/s1600/jan_1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Olx3Pwbzotk/Tv_-1cA_ypI/AAAAAAAAKwE/dXFuTj1QQsg/s400/jan_1024x768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5692548648026491538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bible Jesus called Lazarus from the grave after he saw Mary and Martha hurt because of his death. Jesus wept, that is the shortest verse in the bible. He wept because he felt their pain, their sorrow, their lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Jesus himself got up from the grave after he was crucified. The man (Jesus) went down to Hades (Hell) and preached to those lost souls, jumped back up in the body and walked out as Christ on the third day. That is where you get Jesus Christ. That is where the word Christians come from. They are Christ like people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what has happened here. From the desk died and rose up again in the body of Pimusique. The blog now have been renewed. It is now PIMUSIQUE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are about to enter a New World Order and I am going to give you the guided tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want y'all to go over there to "Breed it raw" and let Que and the crew show you how it is done raw. Then check out "Black Boy Addictionz" and watch the Saint Louis crew get down. Both of these can be accessed from this page over to your right. These are the two sites I loyally support 110%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Pimusique....Motherfuckers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-8418296891710572554?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/8418296891710572554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=8418296891710572554' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8418296891710572554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8418296891710572554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2012/01/resurrection-of-pimusique.html' title='THE RESURRECTION OF PIMUSIQUE:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Olx3Pwbzotk/Tv_-1cA_ypI/AAAAAAAAKwE/dXFuTj1QQsg/s72-c/jan_1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-2670986421821883352</id><published>2011-12-26T15:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T15:58:01.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY DID I GET A FRENUM PIERCING:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-Au3mq8-Zo/TvjfgF5Ev5I/AAAAAAAAKrw/_vZN6czcQCY/s1600/Penis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-Au3mq8-Zo/TvjfgF5Ev5I/AAAAAAAAKrw/_vZN6czcQCY/s400/Penis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690543871612993426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People get pierced for a variety of reasons ranging from entering a new relationship, expression of individuality, increased pleasure during sex to the ever popular "the devil made me do it". The following is my experience:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 5 months ago, I was experiencing some sexual dysfunction (decreased ability to orgasm) and a low sex drive. My Doctor assures me this is temporary and she though that it came from a lot of stress I was under and she prescribed ANDRO GEL. As I noticed a substantial decrease in the intensity of my orgasm occurring I remembered reading about how certain genital piercings can increase sensitivity and pleasure. Since I always wished that I was uncut because I heard how sensitive the head is I wanted something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I discussed this with a piercer and she suggested a Frenum might be helpful. The skin under the head of penis is pierced and a straight barbell or other jewelry is inserted. The idea behind this is to improve sensitivity and ultimately gives more pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The actual piercing went smooth. First the area was cleaned and disinfected, then the entry and exit points carefully marked. This is important as people and their parts are not all created symmetrical. Forceps were used to pinch the two layers of skin together. When ready, the piercer, asked me to breathe deeply and on my third exhale he pierced me. I felt a bit of pain, but nothing unbearable like I expected. The barbell was inserted and the end ball screwed on and tightened. Nothing to it. I looked "kool" with it. Also received an aftercare kit, verbal and written instructions how to care for my new piece of steel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since that fateful day, I  can not keep my dick in my pants. I can't wait to get back to enjoying sex.  I am told the added sensitivity of the Frenum is definitely is going to be intensified my orgasms. Hope I am not getting addicted to this as eventually I plan on adding several more to complete what is called a Frenum ladder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you find this information interesting. Maybe a Frenum is what the Doctor should have prescribed to begin with and not the medication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-2670986421821883352?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/2670986421821883352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=2670986421821883352' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/2670986421821883352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/2670986421821883352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-did-i-get-frenum-piercing.html' title='WHY DID I GET A FRENUM PIERCING:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-i-Au3mq8-Zo/TvjfgF5Ev5I/AAAAAAAAKrw/_vZN6czcQCY/s72-c/Penis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-2351181498610141341</id><published>2011-12-26T13:12:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-26T13:38:13.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOLY COMMUNION:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rJiyZyl4xyI/Tvi-VawOabI/AAAAAAAAKrk/lQe5kM_d6Ns/s1600/chalice.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rJiyZyl4xyI/Tvi-VawOabI/AAAAAAAAKrk/lQe5kM_d6Ns/s400/chalice.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690507404350745010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of those posts that is religious in nature. All of my life I have see and partaken in the first Sundays Holy Communion in church. No until my adult life and the studying of theology have I examined that practice and broken down that whole scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you know that in the bible that Jesus gave us instructions on how this should happen. Did you know that if  you are not in compliance when taking communion that you curse yourself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I have been taking communion out of the little glasses with the grape wine and the crackers. That is not how it was designed to be done. Those little glasses are shot glasses served with juice. The bible say that real wine is to be used and one cup that is shared. The crackers should not be whole pieces. They should be broken as his body was broken. Did you know that communion was given at the last supper? Right before he was betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Corinthians 22-34:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23For I received from the Lord what I also passed on to you: The Lord Jesus, on the night he was betrayed, took bread, 24 and when he had given thanks, he broke it and said, “This is my body, which is for you; do this in remembrance of me.” 25 In the same way, after supper he took the cup, saying, “This cup is the new covenant in my blood; do this, whenever you drink it, in remembrance of me.” 26 For whenever you eat this bread and drink this cup, you proclaim the Lord’s death until he comes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27 Therefore, whoever eats the bread or drinks the cup of the Lord in an unworthy manner will be guilty of sinning against the body and blood of the Lord. 28 A man ought to examine himself before he eats of the bread and drinks of the cup. 29 For anyone who eats and drinks without recognizing the body of the Lord eats and drinks judgment on himself. 30 That is why many among you are weak and sick, and a number of you have fallen asleep. 31 But if we judged ourselves, we would not come under judgment. 32When we are judged by the Lord, we are being disciplined so that we will not be condemned with the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33 So then, my brothers, when you come together to eat, wait for each other. 34 If anyone is hungry, he should eat at home, so that when you meet together it may not result in judgment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when I come I will give further directions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read it and study it for yourself. Don't take my word for it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-2351181498610141341?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/2351181498610141341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=2351181498610141341' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/2351181498610141341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/2351181498610141341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/holy-communion.html' title='HOLY COMMUNION:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rJiyZyl4xyI/Tvi-VawOabI/AAAAAAAAKrk/lQe5kM_d6Ns/s72-c/chalice.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-993813204711516259</id><published>2011-12-25T21:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T21:23:40.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PRUNING:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bsVEX2m3ja4/TvfapxkHmmI/AAAAAAAAKrU/7JdjyVEwd04/s1600/dapostman_1308036865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bsVEX2m3ja4/TvfapxkHmmI/AAAAAAAAKrU/7JdjyVEwd04/s400/dapostman_1308036865.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690257065420233314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pruning is a horticultural practice that alters the form and growth of a plant. Based on aesthetics and science, pruning can also be considered preventive maintenance. Many problems may be prevented by pruning correctly during formative years for a tree or shrub. Remove dead or dying branches injured by disease, severe insect infestation, animals, storms, or other adverse mechanical damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always heard "into each life a little rain must fall". That means that we are not going to have happy, sunny days everyday. It is also on a box of salt. We interpret life changes in a negative way. Whether it's positive or negative we look at it as a problem. We do not like change once we are in our comfort zone. But life has a way of pruning your life to thrust you into a better situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When someone leaves us, their time was up. They was in our lives for a reason. They was a stepping stone to show us what we want or don't want in our future, in our life. When someone do us wrong. When someone pass. When someone up and walk out of our lives, that is life pruning our lives for new growth. Then we meet someone that has a strong impact in our lives. They may even be a stranger...long distance and you only know them through words but they have encourage us from a distance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, when your life start to make a change without you engineering it...relax and let it happen. Don't fight it. It is for your good. Don't get stuck in the 70's. I have a uncle that still has a big nice Afro with the Afro pic in it. And he still wear a blue jean jacket. He is stuck in the 70's. That is his comfort zone. He did not get prune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-993813204711516259?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/993813204711516259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=993813204711516259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/993813204711516259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/993813204711516259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/pruning.html' title='PRUNING:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bsVEX2m3ja4/TvfapxkHmmI/AAAAAAAAKrU/7JdjyVEwd04/s72-c/dapostman_1308036865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-103859263248886256</id><published>2011-12-25T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T21:21:12.411-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS HOW TRADE DO IT WHEN YOU GET THEM ALONE:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFQExdUoh1U/TvfZ6yIOYEI/AAAAAAAAKrI/VLdUn60ejd8/s1600/EgyptianRicanmix_1324079145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFQExdUoh1U/TvfZ6yIOYEI/AAAAAAAAKrI/VLdUn60ejd8/s400/EgyptianRicanmix_1324079145.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690256258117820482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object data="http://cdn1.static.xtube.com/embed/scenes_player.swf?xv=2071" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="502" height="410"  align="middle"&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashVars" value="wall_idx=111_19&amp;user_id=BUTSPUNK&amp;sex_type=G&amp;video_id=VtQi5-G560-&amp;clip_id=&amp;en_flash_lib_path=http://cdn1.static.xtube.com/embed/library.swf?vx=2071" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://cdn1.static.xtube.com/embed/scenes_player.swf?xv=2071" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="targetUrl" value="http://www.xtube.com/watch.php?v=VtQi5-G560-" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-103859263248886256?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/103859263248886256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=103859263248886256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/103859263248886256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/103859263248886256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/this-is-how-trade-do-it-when-you-get.html' title='THIS IS HOW TRADE DO IT WHEN YOU GET THEM ALONE:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WFQExdUoh1U/TvfZ6yIOYEI/AAAAAAAAKrI/VLdUn60ejd8/s72-c/EgyptianRicanmix_1324079145.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-4628200910300947194</id><published>2011-12-25T15:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T15:50:11.671-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY CHRISTMAS AND MERRY NEW YEAR:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYnG-wxsYaE/TveL5yLowvI/AAAAAAAAKqw/plcWnAxZt0k/s1600/Samsung%2BQ530.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYnG-wxsYaE/TveL5yLowvI/AAAAAAAAKqw/plcWnAxZt0k/s400/Samsung%2BQ530.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690170479045296882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUsCxVyCChw/TveL6EldWYI/AAAAAAAAKq4/Qgv6FfhVOMw/s1600/samsung-r510-laptop2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 306px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CUsCxVyCChw/TveL6EldWYI/AAAAAAAAKq4/Qgv6FfhVOMw/s400/samsung-r510-laptop2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5690170483985439106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that each and every one of you have had or is having a wonderful day on this day with whomever you are blessed to be in the company of. Those that are spending another lonely Christmas...you did not have to, I was here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a relaxing lazy day. A movie day all day. We almost at the end folks. Now I want you to notice something. Right around this time every year there is a high rate of departures. That's life circle of life. It's making room for all the new babies that will be born January 1st and the rest of the year. Just make sure that you have been a decent human being because before your departure you have to pay the piper and her name is Karma. She is a fair, nasty bitch. She gives back what you dished out to others with a bonus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Cali Santa...you're the phucking best. Thank you for the laptop that I got for Christmas. I woke up this morning and there it was. Once again, you the phucking best. The life of PIMUSIQUE shall go on because you invested in me. You believed in me, you trusted me and I thank you. I am going to make you proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got a little scary for a moment. I did all that I had power to do to keep up updated. I learned once again another life's lesson. When dealing with people. People are fair weather people and sometimes that hurts so bad. I looked at all the friends on Facebook and on the blog and only four people helped me all they could and that hurt like hell to see others just fold their arms and said let's see this bitch fall flat on his phat ass. But as fate will have it. I rise.........and I am about to be as raw as I wanna be. For those that always have a negative or sarcastic comment...be careful, choose your words wisely because I have a little bitterness in my heart for all that talk and no action. You always have something negative to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't help me then keep your phucking weak ass comments to yourself buster. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited about the new year. I feel like good things are about to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first post from the new laptop name Pimusique.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-4628200910300947194?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/4628200910300947194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=4628200910300947194' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4628200910300947194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4628200910300947194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/happy-christmas-and-merry-new-year.html' title='HAPPY CHRISTMAS AND MERRY NEW YEAR:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sYnG-wxsYaE/TveL5yLowvI/AAAAAAAAKqw/plcWnAxZt0k/s72-c/Samsung%2BQ530.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-407091611918000818</id><published>2011-12-24T16:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T16:38:10.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JAMAICA FUNK:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxgYJVflMR4/TvZFJ7bb0BI/AAAAAAAAKqY/3AKy-dLHfD4/s1600/JAMAICA_MEN_1-590x393.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxgYJVflMR4/TvZFJ7bb0BI/AAAAAAAAKqY/3AKy-dLHfD4/s400/JAMAICA_MEN_1-590x393.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689811216103100434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know where I am going in the spring or early summer? JAMAICA. Yes sir. Going to see if the myth is true about Jamaica. I understand that they are not to fun of gay people but who are these gay people that they hate because I can go any where and people do not know I am love men of every race and creed unless I want them to know. Most gay men do not wear their life style around their neck in public for all to see.....most gay men....I said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am going. I wanna see and feel Jamaica funk. Going to let it fill me up inside. I wanna feel it...and let it get into me. Come funk with me. You wanna boy? He is an ordinary guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait, wait, wait...you think I am talking about going over there to have sex. Oh no, I was talking about the culture, the music, the partying, the lifestyle. I was talking about what Tom Browne (youtube him) was talking about when he song about "Funkin for Jamaica". Lawd, y'all got some filthy minds, I do to but I was not talking about anything sexual.....Now you got me thinking sexual LMBAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-407091611918000818?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/407091611918000818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=407091611918000818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/407091611918000818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/407091611918000818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/jamaica-funk.html' title='JAMAICA FUNK:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mxgYJVflMR4/TvZFJ7bb0BI/AAAAAAAAKqY/3AKy-dLHfD4/s72-c/JAMAICA_MEN_1-590x393.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-7266641330836126696</id><published>2011-12-23T20:55:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T21:21:36.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RECKLESS CONDUCT / MURDER / FELONIOUS ASSAULT:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dS19MOWqUHI/TvUzGDCMgJI/AAAAAAAAKqM/r7BN_10M-2c/s1600/andredavis.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 311px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dS19MOWqUHI/TvUzGDCMgJI/AAAAAAAAKqM/r7BN_10M-2c/s400/andredavis.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689509883239235730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reckless Conduct - Reckless conduct is a rash or careless act that is a gross deviation from the standard of care a reasonable person would exhibit under similar circumstances. Someone who has behaved recklessly will have knowingly taken a risk that will have put others in danger. The recklessness standard is treated much more seriously than the negligence standard, because of the person’s disregard that harm could come to other people by their behavior. However, to be found guilty of reckless conduct, courts will use an objective standard, meaning that it does not actually matter what the reckless person was thinking at the time. If the person’s actions deviate far enough from how a reasonable person would act, they will be found guilty and/or liable for reckless conduct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Murder - Murder is the unlawful killing, with malice aforethought, of another human being, and generally this state of mind distinguishes murder from other forms of unlawful homicide (such as manslaughter). As the loss of a human being inflicts enormous grief upon the individuals close to the victim, as well as the fact that the commission of a murder is highly detrimental to the good order within society, most societies both present and in antiquity have considered it a most serious crime worthy of the harshest of punishment. In most countries, a person convicted of murder is typically given a long prison sentence, possibly a life sentence where permitted, and in some countries, the death penalty may be imposed for such an act — though this practice is becoming less common. In most countries, there is no statute of limitations for murder (no time limit for prosecuting someone for murder). A person who commits murder is called a murderer .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Felonious Assault - A felonious assault generally is defined as an attack or threat of an attack on another individual in which the attacker uses a dangerous weapon and seeks to cause serious harm but stops short of an attempt to kill the victim. The exact definition varies from one jurisdiction to another, with different interpretations of intent and different conditions and distinctions drawing the line between misdemeanor and felony charges, but most agree on this basic premise. Further distinctions are often drawn between different grades of felonious assault to better fit the punishment to the specific crime. For instance, assault and battery, where an attacker has caused a level of harm to an individual that medical attention is required, is a form of felonious assault. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are three different crimes but are one and the same when it comes to not telling your HIV status to the person that you plan on having sex with. Any type of sex. Oral or Penetration. Don't ask, Don't tell does not apply to your HIV status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the most dangerous myths about HIV/AIDS is that you can tell by looking at someone if they are infected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contrary to what many people think, the HIV virus can invade the blood stream of the beautiful, the rich, the healthy-looking and even the self-proclaimed “Sexy Sensation.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a case that proves beyond a doubt that HIV can and will infect a handsome host (and that unsuspecting sex partners who do not use protection are putting their lives at risk), former wrestler and professed lady’s man Andre “Gangsta of Love” Davis (google his name) was convicted of 14 felonious assault counts by a Cincinnati jury for having sex with a dozen women without telling them he had tested positive for the virus that causes AIDS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davis’ ex-girlfriend, identified only as “AS,” sobbed quietly after the verdict was read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamilton County jurors returned the verdicts against Davis, who wrestled using provocative stage names including “Gangsta of Love” and “Sweet Sexy Sensation” after deliberating for 9 hours. Sentencing has been set for Dec. 21. He faces a minimum of 28 years and a maximum of 112 years in prison.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prosecutors said Davis, 29, didn’t tell his sex partners about his HIV status, or lied to them when asked about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the the women testified in court that they had unprotected sex with Davis. The judge prohibited the attorneys from bringing up whether any of the women were infected with the virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defense attorneys challenged whether it was proved Davis was HIV-positive and suggested the women were promiscuous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davis was rejected for employment by World Wrestling Entertainment in 2009 because he failed a physical by testing positive for HIV. He was hired by the Macy’s customer call center in Cincinnati where he met some of his victims.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Davis is also currently under investigation in Warren County, Ohio according to the Warren sheriff’s office. After hearing news reports about Davis, “additional victims have come forward” and reported sexual encounters with him, the Warren sheriff’s office said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The statistics about HIV/AIDS infections among black American women are alarming (black women ages 25 to 34 are more likely to die of AIDS they contracted from heterosexual sex with an infected black man, than any other cause of death, including auto accidents, cancer or heart disease). This story underscores the threat that exists for sexually active women who don’t recognize that condoms are essential in this day and age. This is a story that should be shared and discussed with every young black woman you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is power; or when it comes to HIV, it’s survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object type="application/x-shockwave-flash" id="video" width="560" height="460" data="http://www.wcpo.com/video/videoplayer.swf?dppversion=8999"&gt;&lt;param value="http://www.wcpo.com/video/videoplayer.swf?dppversion=8999" name="movie"/&gt;&lt;param value="&amp;skin=MP1ExternalAll-MFL.swf&amp;embed=true&amp;adSizeArray=1x1000,320x40,3x1000&amp;adSrc=http%3A%2F%2Fad%2Edoubleclick%2Enet%2Fpfadx%2Fssp%2Ewcpo%2Fnews%2Fregion%5Feast%5Fcincinnati%2Fhyde%5Fpark%2Fdetail%3Bdcmt%3Dtext%2Fxml%3Bsz%3D%25size%25%3Bpos%3D%25pos%25%3Bloc%3D%25loc%25%3Bcomp%3D%25adid%25%3Btile%3D3%3Bfname%3Dhyde%2Dpark%2Dman%2Dcharged%2Dwith%2Dassault%2Din%2Dhiding%2Dhiv%2Dpositive%2Dstatus%3Bord%3D670554921348243800%3Frand%3D%25rand%25&amp;flv=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ewcpo%2Ecom%2Ffeeds%2FoutboundFeed%3FobfType%3DVIDEO%5FPLAYER%5FSMIL%5FFEED%26componentId%3D187724854&amp;img=http%3A%2F%2Fmedia2%2Ewcpo%2Ecom%2F%2Fphoto%2F2011%2F04%2F13%2FPolice%5FMan%5Fhid%5FHIV%5Fpos6f43951a%2D72ce%2D4a91%2D87fa%2D16f304a840c70000%5F20110413130459%5F640%5F480%2EJPG&amp;story=http%3A%2F%2Fwww%2Ewcpo%2Ecom%2Fdpp%2Fnews%2Fregion%5Feast%5Fcincinnati%2Fhyde%5Fpark%2Fhyde%2Dpark%2Dman%2Dcharged%2Dwith%2Dassault%2Din%2Dhiding%2Dhiv%2Dpositive%2Dstatus&amp;category=&amp;title=&amp;oacct=&amp;ovns=" name="FlashVars"/&gt;&lt;param value="all" name="allowNetworking"/&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowScriptAccess"/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-7266641330836126696?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/7266641330836126696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=7266641330836126696' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/7266641330836126696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/7266641330836126696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/reckless-conduct-murder.html' title='RECKLESS CONDUCT / MURDER / FELONIOUS ASSAULT:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dS19MOWqUHI/TvUzGDCMgJI/AAAAAAAAKqM/r7BN_10M-2c/s72-c/andredavis.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-1942760973418855134</id><published>2011-12-23T13:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T13:49:15.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DUDES IN THE WESTEND ATLANTA.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTcDGuNdoyE/TvTK5UFk3TI/AAAAAAAAKp0/inIbcIvFAnE/s1600/tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 305px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTcDGuNdoyE/TvTK5UFk3TI/AAAAAAAAKp0/inIbcIvFAnE/s400/tn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689395315269229874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TSzBSJ2UDD0/TvTK5Z84DaI/AAAAAAAAKp8/l-TJ7QzpDpg/s1600/tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 116px; height: 199px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TSzBSJ2UDD0/TvTK5Z84DaI/AAAAAAAAKp8/l-TJ7QzpDpg/s400/tn.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689395316843351458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS DUDE WALKED UP TO ME AND SAID "WASUP PAPI, YOU GOT THAT FRESH CUT. GOT YOU LOOKING JUST RIGHT". SMILED AND TWISTED HIS LITTLE BOOTY AWAY. I TOLD YOU HOW YOUNG DUDES JUST WALK UP TO ME AND FLIRT. I WAS MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS READING A TEXT. I DID NOT TAKE THE BAIT BECAUSE I AM TOO SCARED FOR MY DICK TO GET HARD. I COULD NOT DO NOTHING WITH HIM THAT WOULD CAUSE AN ERECTION.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-1942760973418855134?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/1942760973418855134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=1942760973418855134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1942760973418855134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1942760973418855134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/dudes-in-westend-atlanta.html' title='DUDES IN THE WESTEND ATLANTA.'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GTcDGuNdoyE/TvTK5UFk3TI/AAAAAAAAKp0/inIbcIvFAnE/s72-c/tn.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-8315799294290307411</id><published>2011-12-23T00:24:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T10:07:25.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I DID IT MY WAY:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aE26jmdI20U/TvQWQLcSc_I/AAAAAAAAKpo/qn1SWz0v2Uo/s1600/blackboyz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aE26jmdI20U/TvQWQLcSc_I/AAAAAAAAKpo/qn1SWz0v2Uo/s400/blackboyz.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689196696480936946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am asked at these final moments in 2011. "What has your life been like in the pass seven years". I thought and came up with words that I could not put in order. Then I got a little sad reflecting. I did cry a little because in the last seven years of my life has been a learning experience. A life lesson. A school of hard knocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not get my emotions under control. (Yes, I am a cry baby). But I had someone there with me (College Boi) that had witnessed my adult growth as he grew watching me. He said "I can speak for Thaddeus. I was there, I know when, what, who, where and how. He spoke in his professional manner. (you all know that he is working at a Law Firm in D.C. Government Lawyer).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told them that Frank Sinatra put it so beautifully as he song I DID IT MY WAY. He went to youtube and played these words for them. After the song was over he looked at me and said. Thank you. I thank you more then you will ever know. Then he hugged me and said..."You are one of the few good gay men that is still around. You are my teacher. I learned from watching you. I learned from those late, late night talks. I learned when I messed up and you jumped all over me for making stupid, unthinkable decisions. You pissed me off for telling me the truth but you told me what I needed to hear and not what I wanted to hear. I love you Thaddeus Lonzie Works. You have been the male figure in my gay life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that if others would listen to a well seasoned gay black man, they would not make mistakes and decisions that many are making and have made that they will regret for the rest of their lives".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him and said...lil lite skinned boy, go get me a whiskey sour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:And now the end is near&lt;br /&gt;And so I face the final curtain&lt;br /&gt;My friend I'll say it clear&lt;br /&gt;I'll state my case of which I'm certain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived a life that's full&lt;br /&gt;I traveled each and every highway&lt;br /&gt;And more, much more than this&lt;br /&gt;I did it my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regrets I've had a few&lt;br /&gt;But then again too few to mention&lt;br /&gt;I did what I had to do&lt;br /&gt;And saw it through without exemption&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I planned each charted course&lt;br /&gt;Each careful step along the byway&lt;br /&gt;And more, much more than this&lt;br /&gt;I did it my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes there were times I'm sure you knew&lt;br /&gt;When I bit off more than I could chew&lt;br /&gt;But through it all when there was doubt&lt;br /&gt;I ate it up and spit it out, I faced it all&lt;br /&gt;And I stood tall and did it my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've loved, I've laughed and cried&lt;br /&gt;I've had my fill, my share of losing&lt;br /&gt;And now as tears subside&lt;br /&gt;I find it all so amusing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I did all that&lt;br /&gt;And may I say not in a shy way&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, oh no, not me&lt;br /&gt;I did it my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For what is a man what has he got&lt;br /&gt;If not himself then he has not&lt;br /&gt;To say the things he truly feels&lt;br /&gt;And not the words of one who kneels&lt;br /&gt;The record shows I took the blows&lt;br /&gt;And did it my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it was my way:&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-8315799294290307411?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/8315799294290307411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=8315799294290307411' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8315799294290307411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8315799294290307411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-did-it-my-way.html' title='I DID IT MY WAY:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aE26jmdI20U/TvQWQLcSc_I/AAAAAAAAKpo/qn1SWz0v2Uo/s72-c/blackboyz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-1962348885883993811</id><published>2011-12-22T23:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T23:49:58.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ROMANCING THE STONE:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amt2iGJ_LcI/TvQF_cmFrTI/AAAAAAAAKpQ/8VQQ2W8j1H4/s1600/image7.gif.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 282px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amt2iGJ_LcI/TvQF_cmFrTI/AAAAAAAAKpQ/8VQQ2W8j1H4/s400/image7.gif.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689178816841624882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all have missed a few things so I will try to bring you up to date a little at a time. There is this dude name Stone. He is just your average nice looking dude. I do not like dudes that is over masculine or pretty. If I want a woman I can get one in a heart beat. I like men. Real men. 80's men. This is one of them types. Nice, well groomed, manners but somewhere in his life someone fucked his head and heart up. He do not trust anyone. He is very careful with how close he allows you to get in his head. I love tinkering around in peoples head. I wanna see what they think and how they think. I also do that with this blog. I put things and subjects out there to make you think and how to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we hung out a few weeks back and he fucked around and let me see a glimpse of his thoughts. He tried to tinker in my head and got caught up. I warned him that I had a psych doctor laying on the cough once telling me about how he grew up. I got a whole lot of interesting stuff in my head. Well, he got in my head and could not find his way out. Before he knew it he had told me a whole lot of very secret and hidden activities that has happened in his life. He told me how he hustled when he first got to Atlanta and did things with people that the average person only read about in a sex novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be fair with him I told him somethings that this blog readers still are not ready yet. He had his hands over his mouth and eyes stretched for at lease 30 mins after I finished. He asked me why I was not with someone and I said the same reason you are not. But he is so innocent at 43 years old. He look 35 in his blue jeans and nice shirt. I told him that after we leave he is going to be thinking about what I told him all night, during the day and while he sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He text me a few days after and said..."I can not get what you told me out my head". He was in a meeting and was not paying any attention to what was going on with a merger or some type of joining together of companies. He wanted to meet again. This time we met at Atlantic Station. I told him that he was going to mess around and let me touch his heart....He said that would never happen. Said he has a heart of stone. We spent to next few days calling and texting each other silly things we would do with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of today he called and said that he was leaving for the holidays and will be gone until after the new year. We did our pleasantries and hung up. Then he text me and said...Thaddeus, fuck you for romancing the stone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-1962348885883993811?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/1962348885883993811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=1962348885883993811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1962348885883993811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1962348885883993811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/romancing-stone.html' title='ROMANCING THE STONE:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-amt2iGJ_LcI/TvQF_cmFrTI/AAAAAAAAKpQ/8VQQ2W8j1H4/s72-c/image7.gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-205246497645426951</id><published>2011-12-22T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-23T00:23:36.082-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE NEXT PIERCING IN APRIL:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-grImaGkXnNg/TvQQHKHlrQI/AAAAAAAAKpc/1oPHsNk7C8c/s1600/7734957f555aeef618b62c75547bc65c_3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W2fhsAjqxR4/TvKKtzt4khI/AAAAAAAAKpE/ybydiE9kArY/s400/69.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688761798903763474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us on a daily bases must rely upon some type of medication. Our body is not fool proof, it's not perfect and we get sick every now and then. We get headaches, sinus problems, infections, etc. We develop high blood pressure and other health problems. We have to have medicine to help us feel better or prolong life. Many meds have very nasty side affects like blurred vision, dizziness, stomach cramps and the likes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of us have got involved or involved with a boyfriend or partner that has those same side affects. He or even you may be good in a relationship for show or even just look good together but at home or away from the public eye you are abusive, verbally and mentally. You cheat, you have no respect for your partner. And the reason you stay with this type of abuse is because you think that you have it good....materialistic that is. You don't. Yes you have a nice car and in a nice home with him. The money is good after all the monthly bills are paid in full but you are heart broken. You are unhappy. You hate to hear his voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You had friends but he ran them away from you and all his friends are your friends. You wanna see your family but he made you put a gulf between you and them because he said that he is all the family you need. He knocks the hell out of you yet you say that you deserved it and that he loves you. You are headed to prison for killing him, to the grave for him beating you or running to get away from him. This is unhealthy and you will soon need medication for this unhealthy relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me that it is hard to leave him. No sir, No madam...all you have to do is leave. Pack what little item that you will need and leave him. Forget about the things and think about you. What is needed for your health and mental statues. He is like this because you allowed it. The first time he hit you you should have lost your mind and pretend that you were crazy and fucked him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You catch him having sex with someone else and he tells you that he fucks other people but he make love to you. You are stupid and delusional. But you know what, you deserve what you get because once upon a time it was you he was cheating with....remember. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of him before he get rid of you. You will be replace very soon then you will be homeless because all that you have belongs to him. Look at the paperwork, your name is no where on any of those papers. You have nothing. Even the joint bank account is his. He is the primary account holder and you direct deposit your check in that account. You are a stupid motherfucker.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-5104529598481161050?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/5104529598481161050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=5104529598481161050' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/5104529598481161050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/5104529598481161050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/side-affects.html' title='SIDE 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-339106890145119589?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/339106890145119589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=339106890145119589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/339106890145119589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/339106890145119589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/listen-and-learn-this-is-how-successful.html' title='LISTEN AND LEARN: THIS IS HOW SUCCESSFUL PEOPLE DO IT:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/X5gbBIobRKs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-80309728432991268</id><published>2011-12-21T13:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T14:04:14.788-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATES:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZH0LEAs-KPU/TvIqplCfIXI/AAAAAAAAKos/JClihhZapOw/s1600/90f5e38a-2052-4f39-bd67-76fbef27b21d.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZH0LEAs-KPU/TvIqplCfIXI/AAAAAAAAKos/JClihhZapOw/s400/90f5e38a-2052-4f39-bd67-76fbef27b21d.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688656173127901554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f4l7kCfm7oA/TvIrWy5TW0I/AAAAAAAAKo4/5dLAcigsgN4/s1600/9032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 392px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f4l7kCfm7oA/TvIrWy5TW0I/AAAAAAAAKo4/5dLAcigsgN4/s400/9032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5688656949941590850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello my most adored friends. I missed y'all. This dude that reads the blog invited me to come to his dorm on Morehouse College campus and use his computer until I am able to get another one. So that is where I am now. He said that he could not stand going weeks without his daily inspirational vitamin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only have a few minutes out of respect for the use of this computer so this will be quick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did get the piercing yesterday about 5:15pm. (No, that is not my dick). A few people that cheered me on got to see it about 5:30pm. My Buffalo friend got to see it first liked I promised him. He the one that inspired me to get one after I saw his nipple work. I had a little minor problem last night when my dick got hard watching porn. It bleed just a little but I got it under control. I will can not have sex for the next two weeks or even jack off. The healing time is about three to four months. That will put me right there in April. In time for spring break. I have to soak my dick in a solution of sea salt and distill water for 10 minutes a day and us this sea salt spray three times a day. Keep it clean with a very mild soap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should see a picture of "From the Desk" the laptop that created and wrote every post of this blog until it died. It had been writing since August 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has been going on with me. I have them written down on my work pad. I may share them next month. My Buffalo friend may be the new addition to my new unreconstructed life. He just moved here and I am going to take him under my wing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to my second home (Nassau Bahamas) some time in January for about a week. Then to New Orleans in Feb. Most of you know that New Orleans is a yearly thing with my best friend but this time a dude from New Jersey is going to meet me there. The hotels in the French Quarters are all booked or a nightly rate of $300.00 so I invited him to room with me. I met him on the cruise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might not be cruising next year. Going to do something else. I got to get back to Barbados and visit Cape Town Africa or some part of Africa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the email of meeting in your cities in my next year travels. We are going to have a ball. I am sure by now that those that helped in donating for my cause has received their mail from me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, got to go. It is raining and I got to get out there in it to go to the dentist for my four month cleaning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-80309728432991268?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/80309728432991268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=80309728432991268' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/80309728432991268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/80309728432991268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/updates.html' title='UPDATES:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZH0LEAs-KPU/TvIqplCfIXI/AAAAAAAAKos/JClihhZapOw/s72-c/90f5e38a-2052-4f39-bd67-76fbef27b21d.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-771861573473362120</id><published>2011-12-16T23:27:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T14:07:11.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>AULD LANG SYNE: THE LAST POST OF 2011:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDCBnMA0CfY/TuwhHhArZGI/AAAAAAAAKn4/pkeJhZusW1g/s1600/1192551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDCBnMA0CfY/TuwhHhArZGI/AAAAAAAAKn4/pkeJhZusW1g/s400/1192551.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686956842466108514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a song that everyone sings at the strike of midnight to ring in the New Year. I always thought we were saying "Old Lands Eye". The lyric to that traditional song is: Should old acquaintance be forgot, and never brought to mind ? Should old acquaintance be forgot, and old lang syne? For auld lang syne, my dear, for auld lang syne, we'll take a cup of kindness yet, for auld lang syne.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since we are about to close this year. We leave behind all negative energies and people that we entertained. Even the ones we entertained unaware. We leave behind old hurts and old disappointments. We press forward. We go into this New Year with new hope, new dreams, new vessels and new accomplishments. We will prosper and be in good health. We associate ourselves with successful people and learn from them in order to get where they are. We bless those as we have been blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until we meet again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insprational words put to the traditional tune of Auld Lang Syne:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAY GOD GO WITH YOU NOW MY FRIEND, UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN. mAY HIS LOVE KEEP YOU SAFE AND SURE, AS WE SEEK TO FOLLOW HIM. FOR GOD'S GLORY LIVE AND SERVE, FOR HIS WILL OBEY. MAY GOD'S BLESSING FALL ON YOU, AS WE LIVE FOR HIM EACH DAY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN MY FRIEND, OR TIL GOD CALLS US HOME. MAY YOUR LIFE BE AS HE HAS PLANNED, KNOWING YOU ARE NOT ALONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(They telling me that I am over my time limit on the computer so....I got to go).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not miss the blessing in those words. (That is for everybody).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-771861573473362120?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/771861573473362120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=771861573473362120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/771861573473362120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/771861573473362120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/auld-lang-syne-last-post-of-2011.html' title='AULD LANG SYNE: THE LAST POST OF 2011:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZDCBnMA0CfY/TuwhHhArZGI/AAAAAAAAKn4/pkeJhZusW1g/s72-c/1192551.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-9145547272942443668</id><published>2011-12-16T22:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T22:39:40.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SANTA CLAUS IS A BLACK MAN:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5ViJPoBkME/TuwO338gTsI/AAAAAAAAKns/J_lhz04th6k/s1600/BlackSanta05-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 323px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5ViJPoBkME/TuwO338gTsI/AAAAAAAAKns/J_lhz04th6k/s400/BlackSanta05-01.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686936782535413442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day when I was a little boy. There was this song that always was the opening Christmas season for me. Back in Albany Ga they use to play it all the time on the radio. So now I am offically in the Christmas spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In case anyone's still interested, here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you want to hear something that’s out of sight&lt;br /&gt;You know what I found here last night&lt;br /&gt;Just when my mamma turned out the light&lt;br /&gt;I went in the living room to see&lt;br /&gt;What the noise that woke up me&lt;br /&gt;And I saw him by the Christmas tree&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is a Black man&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is a black man&lt;br /&gt;And he’s handsome&lt;br /&gt;Like my daddy too&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is a black man&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is a black man&lt;br /&gt;And I found out that’s why I’m telling you&lt;br /&gt;Mama must have met Santa Claus before&lt;br /&gt;Because they started dancing all over the floor&lt;br /&gt;And I fell asleep at the door&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is a black man&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is a black man&lt;br /&gt;And he’s handsome&lt;br /&gt;Like my daddy too&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is a black man&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is a black man&lt;br /&gt;And I found out&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I’m telling you&lt;br /&gt;Akim:“Daddy”&lt;br /&gt;Daddy:“Yes Akimmie.”&lt;br /&gt;Akim:“Do you know what happened last night?”&lt;br /&gt;Daddy:“What happened Akim?”&lt;br /&gt;Akim:“Well I saw Santa Claus, and do you know what?”&lt;br /&gt;Daddy:“What Akimmie?”&lt;br /&gt;Akim:“He looked a lot like you.”&lt;br /&gt;Akim:“He was handsome.”&lt;br /&gt;Daddy:“I can dig it.”&lt;br /&gt;Akim:“He was Black.”&lt;br /&gt;Daddy:“Right on!”&lt;br /&gt;Akim:“He had an afro … he was really out of sight.&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m going to tell everybody I saw Santa.”&lt;br /&gt;Daddy:“That’s pretty cool.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Peggi Blue)&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is a black man&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is a black man&lt;br /&gt;And he’s handsome like my daddy too&lt;br /&gt;Yes he is…&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is a black man&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is a black man&lt;br /&gt;Oh I found out&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I’m telling you&lt;br /&gt;Listen to me people now&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is a black man&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is a black man&lt;br /&gt;And he’s handsome&lt;br /&gt;Like my daddy too&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is a black man&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is a black man&lt;br /&gt;I found out&lt;br /&gt;That’s why I’m telling you&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Santa Claus is a black man…&lt;br /&gt;I want to wish everybody Happy Kwanzaa, Happy Kwanzaa!&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice time! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="420" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/c0pIGwXrYqs?rel=0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-9145547272942443668?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/9145547272942443668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=9145547272942443668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/9145547272942443668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/9145547272942443668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/santa-claus-is-black-man.html' title='SANTA CLAUS IS A BLACK MAN:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5ViJPoBkME/TuwO338gTsI/AAAAAAAAKns/J_lhz04th6k/s72-c/BlackSanta05-01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-1028801057465087682</id><published>2011-12-16T20:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T20:40:26.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PHASE ONE OF RE-CONSTRUCTION OF THE BLOG:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzFKovBbNf8/TuvvTArpbaI/AAAAAAAAKng/n0PO8JzpMFI/s1600/livepreview.aspx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 232px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzFKovBbNf8/TuvvTArpbaI/AAAAAAAAKng/n0PO8JzpMFI/s400/livepreview.aspx.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686902064365006242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the first finishing project of re-inventing and re-construction of the blog. Notice that "FROM THE DESK" is no more. It is now name "PIMUSIQUE" and this should not ever change. I got these in the mail today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second finished project is the renaming on the site heading itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third and final project will be the official re-birth on the blog 01/01/2012 @ midnight which will be the new year. It will launch on auto pilot because I may not be available. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ask what will be the different from the usual? It will be a new me. It will be the appreciative me. The grateful me. The grown and sexy YOU. It will be me magnified times 5000. This will take you right into the birth of the book which is being looked over as we speak. And I am taking all of you with me on this journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, thank you in advance for flying the seductive Pimusique 747. This is a full flight. Cross check complete. Enjoy your flight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-1028801057465087682?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/1028801057465087682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=1028801057465087682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1028801057465087682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1028801057465087682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/phase-one-of-re-construction-of-blog.html' title='PHASE ONE OF RE-CONSTRUCTION OF THE BLOG:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JzFKovBbNf8/TuvvTArpbaI/AAAAAAAAKng/n0PO8JzpMFI/s72-c/livepreview.aspx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-2621677396062376685</id><published>2011-12-16T17:11:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-16T20:22:05.594-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I CAN DO THIS: I AM GOING TO DO THIS:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVJzlmH6fZM/TuvGvU5FGWI/AAAAAAAAKnU/YPaC-DL3Erk/s1600/frenum.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVJzlmH6fZM/TuvGvU5FGWI/AAAAAAAAKnU/YPaC-DL3Erk/s400/frenum.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686857470849653090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I get into what I am going to do, I just wanna update you on what happened today. Have you ever met someone that turned you on in a innocent kind of way? I mean, they was not trying to do it but it happened as soon as you said "what's up young man". Today I met a dude at Atlantic Station that we have been trying to met each other before he moved here from Buffalo NY. We have kept in contact with each other for a while by text but today was the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I saw dude my stomach got nerve and that only happens if that person have an effect on me. He is a sexy dude and he was not trying to be. He had just got off work. I did all the pleasantries and he brought me up to speed on my blog. He is one of the real readers. We got to the post about me getting a Prince Albert. He surprised me when he showed me that both his nipples were pierced. They looked hott, nice raised nipples, oh my damn. He text one of his friends that has many piercings because I had a few questions. Upon leaving his spot we hugged and I just had to stroke his nipples. I tell you the truth. My dick stayed hard from the hug until I walked in the piercing parlor 30 mins away across town, in 3:00 traffic, in Atlanta on a Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Now, for this post entry) He convinced me into getting the piercing and his friend text a picture of exactly what I want. I went to this piercing parlor in little five points to ask the professionals. It felt like I was investigating. In a way I was because it is my dick this is going to be violated. I understood that it is not a Prince Albert that I want, it is a FRENUM (see pic). So that is what I will be getting when I get enough nerves. Going to do it before the year is out. I promised him as soon as i get it that I will text him a picture of it before I write about it. He gets the VIP backstage pass because he gave me the courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I am going to establish a friendship with him because he is cool. He will not be a midnight snack. He got my respect when he told me about my blog. It impress me to meet someone that tells you that they read your stuff then you try to quiz them and they go so far back on your blog that you forgot that you wrote about. I will not be having sex with him because I wanna see him as a friend.......BULLSHIT. LOL...Just joking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-2621677396062376685?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/2621677396062376685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=2621677396062376685' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/2621677396062376685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/2621677396062376685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-can-do-this-i-am-going-to-do-this.html' title='I CAN DO THIS: I AM GOING TO DO THIS:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZVJzlmH6fZM/TuvGvU5FGWI/AAAAAAAAKnU/YPaC-DL3Erk/s72-c/frenum.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-6434210511289925990</id><published>2011-12-15T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T16:26:53.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PRINCE ALBERT:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-534d6Cui2_Y/TtVEk3QlRlI/AAAAAAAAKjU/UDacXz1VZsw/s1600/prince-albert-piercing24_595.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-534d6Cui2_Y/TtVEk3QlRlI/AAAAAAAAKjU/UDacXz1VZsw/s400/prince-albert-piercing24_595.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680521905097229906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I have been looking and wanting the head of my dick pierced. It is called a Prince Albert. I have talked with people that has this sexual piercing and I want mine pierced. I understand it takes about 4 weeks to 6 months to heal so if I get it in January by the summer I can show it off with my new weight lost. I will have no problem of keeping it clean because without it I do that and with me having shaved my pubic hair...that would be hott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to see how it feels getting it sucked. The sin-sation, the hint of the healing itch....oh my.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-6434210511289925990?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/6434210511289925990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=6434210511289925990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/6434210511289925990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/6434210511289925990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/prince-albert.html' title='PRINCE ALBERT:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-534d6Cui2_Y/TtVEk3QlRlI/AAAAAAAAKjU/UDacXz1VZsw/s72-c/prince-albert-piercing24_595.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-5294051977227953251</id><published>2011-12-15T00:34:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T12:32:13.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HEALTHY ANAL SEX 101:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FPWhG-4_4Zk/TuovDR5GNdI/AAAAAAAAKnI/xp1RRXbL8no/s1600/tux2TYOiZM5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FPWhG-4_4Zk/TuovDR5GNdI/AAAAAAAAKnI/xp1RRXbL8no/s400/tux2TYOiZM5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686409212897670610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most gay men get fucked at some point in their lives, although research indicates that about one gay man in seven has never been fucked.1 For some men the thought of getting fucked can be scary, and so below you will find information about how to get fucked safely and comfortably. However some men do not enjoy being fucked and, if you don't want to get fucked, you should not feel pressured into it. There are other things that you can do. Getting fucked without a condom is the sexual activity with the highest risk of HIV transmission. If you are HIV-positive there is also a risk that you can pass HIV on to your partner if he fucks you without a condom. Using condoms and lube correctly can prevent HIV from being transmitted when you get fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foreplay:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking is like decorating – it's all in the preparation. Taking the time for foreplay will make fucking much more comfortable. This can include rimming, gentle fingering, lubrication, patience and listening to each other and responding appropriately. Making sure you take the time to do these things can also help the sphincters relax and reduce the amount of pain and discomfort men experience when having anal sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Positions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Different positions will be more comfortable for different couples, depending on the angle of the erection and the curvature of the penis. Any position where your knees are bent and drawn into your chest, whether you are kneeling, lying on your back or on your side, will probably lead to a more comfortable fuck, or will be a good position to start from. This position will straighten out the anal canal and the pubo-rectal sling will draw back to allow smoother entry to the arse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relax:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are relaxed, then you will find it easier and more comfortable to get fucked (yes, this is what Frankie Goes to Hollywood were singing about). Deep breathing can help you to relax and allows the arse to relax too. Take your time and make sure you feel comfortable, physically and emotionally. If you're feeling tense or pressured, it's going to be harder for you to enjoy yourself. If you're struggling to accommodate his cock, try clenching your sphincter muscles around it, and then letting them relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Appropriate lubricants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use water-based or silicone-based lubricant if you're using latex condoms. Avoid using any lube with nonoxynol-9 in it, as it irritates the lining of the arse and may make sex more painful, as well as making transmission of HIV easier.2 There is more information on which lubes to use in the HIV and AIDS section of this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Douching:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A healthy rectum usually only contains shit when the bowel is full and so there is little need to wash it out. If you feel better doing this, or if you are embarking on 'deep arse play' (e.g. fisting) then you may want to douche. We recommend that you only ever use plain, clean water, preferably at body temperature. However, douching (even just with water) can irritate the lining of the arse, making it more vulnerable to infections, including HIV.3 You do not need antiseptics, disinfectants or anything else in a douche, as they can all irritate the lining of the arse even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it is not recommended to use douches that attach to the shower, for a number of reasons (variable water pressure, you can't control the amount of water that goes in, difficult to keep clean). If you do want to douche then use the small bulb douche (some men use these to squirt lube up their arse) or the gravity fed bags. You can buy over the counter douches that usually contain 'additions' to help with things like constipation. Throw the additions away and rinse out the tube/bulb before you douche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a dump:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will only be shit in the anal canal if you need to take a shit. When anything goes into your arse (a cock, dildo, finger) it triggers the same in-built sensory response that occurs when you need to take a shit. This is because the anal canal is full, so the brain reacts as if the rectum is full of shit, even when it is not. Once you are used to this feeling it becomes less of a worry but it can help if you clear the passageways (take a dump) before having sex. Try not to force it – if you need to go, you'll know. If you get this sensation when a cock is going in your arse, relax and remind yourself that it's OK – your arse is full, but only with cock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needing to piss:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting fucked can also make you feel like you need to take a piss. This commonly occurs in positions where the receptive partner is on his back. What's happening here is that the bladder is resting directly on to the rectum. As his cock (or a sex toy) pushes into the arse, it's effectively pushing the bladder up, prodding it. This prodding gives the sensation that you need to piss. If your bladder is empty, you will probably find that adopting a different position will make a difference.&lt;br /&gt;Experience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know that different men like different things. The more experience a man has of anal sex, the more likely he is to know what he likes or needs to enjoy getting fucked. Work on asking for what you want or telling your sexual partners what you need. If you both talk about what you want, or don't want, it puts you in control of the sex you have and makes it more enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARSE - may refer to the British/Irish-English vulgarism for the buttocks, equivalent to "ass" in American or Canadian English.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-5294051977227953251?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/5294051977227953251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=5294051977227953251' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/5294051977227953251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/5294051977227953251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/healthy-anal-sex-101.html' title='HEALTHY ANAL SEX 101:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FPWhG-4_4Zk/TuovDR5GNdI/AAAAAAAAKnI/xp1RRXbL8no/s72-c/tux2TYOiZM5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-2455495426751498395</id><published>2011-12-13T16:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-25T22:39:53.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LAWD HEM MERCY: THIS IS WHY I AM GAY:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-C9neGDC-JC0/TufIjsDRVQI/AAAAAAAAKmc/S1FaQ7jwYLs/s1600/l3B07iJtkND1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Iwbjxc144I/Tue91w2059I/AAAAAAAAKlo/AQ-uxfUhHPo/s400/15162_359119855191_642820191_10215000_1297745_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685721785924118482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone does not have to speak to you publicly and or on Facebook or any sex site just because you are online. It is common courtesy and a matter of respect, manners and being a adult to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no law that you have to take a bath (Occupy Atlanta) you can go around funky. No decent person would want to be near you and it is offensive but you will not get arrested for "Odoriferous".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you put your picture on the World Wide Web (nude or not) and someone use it for something else, you can not threaten to seek legal action. Legal action is seek when the pictures are connected to their professional business and you misrepresented that business. If you put your dick and ass or ass hole on the net and someone use it for their pics....just take it as a complement. They wanna look like you. But you do not want to be in a court room and everybody see those pix as expedite A, B or C.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are stopped by a police officer, stay in your car with your hands outside the window or on the steering wheel at 12 O'clock. That is a safety measure for you and the Officer. Be polite and if you are asked how fast you were going...just say that you were going to speed limit. They do not know how fast you were going but if you say you were going 45 in a 35 you just got a ticket. If they get you on radar....do not fight it. They got you recorded and you will loose in court big time plus addition fines. Oay the ticket and slow your ass down. Always wear you seat belt. Tell you passengers to buckle up too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one owes you anything young people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respect yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use to have something to say about dudes that sagg, showing their underwear in public until I saw some footage of the 80's when we wear walking around in public in spandex and no underwear. LOL, we were wrong for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop complaining about your job. There is a line of unemployed people just waiting for you to leave. You do not wanna be in a line with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was with a friend the other day and he saw a dude that he recognized from the STD client. He said "I saw that dude at the Health Department". I said and he saw you too. Don't point someone else out when you were in the same place or situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always, Always say thank you, please and excuse me when dealing with each other. Your attitude can get you far or it can keep you from going anywhere. Gratitude should be your attitude.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-3687106590509473451?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/3687106590509473451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=3687106590509473451' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/3687106590509473451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/3687106590509473451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/just-in-case-you-did-not-know.html' title='JUST IN CASE YOU DID NOT KNOW:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7Iwbjxc144I/Tue91w2059I/AAAAAAAAKlo/AQ-uxfUhHPo/s72-c/15162_359119855191_642820191_10215000_1297745_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-628605643580420858</id><published>2011-12-13T14:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T18:40:19.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TURN UP THE VOLUME:</title><content type='html'>LISTEN TO THE SOUND OF HIS DICK IN HER PUSSY. IF THIS DID NOT HAVE ME JACKING OFF THIS EVENING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://xhamster.com/xembed.php?video=947014" width="640" height="405" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen SCROLLING="no"&gt;Your browser does not support inline frames or is currently configured not to display inline frames.&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-628605643580420858?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/628605643580420858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=628605643580420858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/628605643580420858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/628605643580420858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/turn-up-volume.html' title='TURN UP THE VOLUME:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-2289073492119777454</id><published>2011-12-13T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T18:45:21.718-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NOW THIS IS A MOTHERFUCKING THREESOME:</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://xhamster.com/xembed.php?video=937162" width="640" height="405" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen SCROLLING="no"&gt;Your browser does not support inline frames or is currently configured not to display inline frames.&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-2289073492119777454?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/2289073492119777454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=2289073492119777454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/2289073492119777454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/2289073492119777454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/now-this-is-motherfucking-threesome.html' title='NOW THIS IS A MOTHERFUCKING THREESOME:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-656374044533788105</id><published>2011-12-12T20:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T20:29:54.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT DO YOU WANT SANTA TO BRING YOU?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBdkuKn3cqg/TuapPGyiTFI/AAAAAAAAKlQ/d_vSp-rlRPE/s1600/DJ-0271-04-BX_7910_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBdkuKn3cqg/TuapPGyiTFI/AAAAAAAAKlQ/d_vSp-rlRPE/s400/DJ-0271-04-BX_7910_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685417656587537490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqnfXT8uARY/TuapPK95y5I/AAAAAAAAKlY/nSn0XVEtxZg/s1600/CE-0134-03-3_1341_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RqnfXT8uARY/TuapPK95y5I/AAAAAAAAKlY/nSn0XVEtxZg/s400/CE-0134-03-3_1341_1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685417657708956562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was asked the other day what do I want for Christmas. I said that I wanted a Dong. Not a dildo but a dong. I have to get back in practicing how to take a big dick. I told him if he would get the one with the suction cup on the bottom and the veins, that I will learn how to smooth those veins out and move building with that suction cup.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the polls will be open for on the job training. We can use it on each other. It does not make me a difference. Just be gentle with me. I still have not popped my 2nd hole cherry. I still have not nutted out my ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I have a request. I was asked why I do not post and beefy men on my blog? Those days are fast approaching but I will not be able to confirm any action until I can get action with a beefy dude. I am looking and taking applications. I just hope that they are interested in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I just made myself horny. I was told to play in my ass daily until my ass get use to something going in it. What do you say? I do not know but I have been doing it and always end up jacking off with two fingers in my ass hole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-656374044533788105?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/656374044533788105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=656374044533788105' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/656374044533788105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/656374044533788105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-do-you-want-santa-to-bring-you.html' title='WHAT DO YOU WANT SANTA TO BRING YOU?'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zBdkuKn3cqg/TuapPGyiTFI/AAAAAAAAKlQ/d_vSp-rlRPE/s72-c/DJ-0271-04-BX_7910_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-6054118056039439326</id><published>2011-12-12T15:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:53:12.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BEARS, HAIRS AND CUBBS:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6YXkkfvvdrQ/TuZpWNJ6oEI/AAAAAAAAKlE/oAoaUSgq944/s1600/BearPrideFlag.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 337px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6YXkkfvvdrQ/TuZpWNJ6oEI/AAAAAAAAKlE/oAoaUSgq944/s400/BearPrideFlag.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685347409811120194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must be a change coming. I am recently turned on sexually by a thick, hairy dude. I was looking at Real Sex on HBO and they did a thing about Folsom St. in Cali. I saw these dudes that caught my attention. I am not a skinny or slim dude with a swimmers build. I am 6'3 215lbs, solid dude. I have enough weight to keep me from catching a cold or the wind blowing me away LOL. If you grab me you gonna get a hand full. If I grab you....cancel Christmas it will be like a anaconda feeding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now looking at becoming a bear...well, a cub in leather gear. I have to join a club here in Atlanta. I am looking. I was told to check out Eagle on Ponce or the Heretic. Either way i wanna be in that number. I wanna see how the HAIRY BEARS get down. I will start from the bottom up. I will get a Cub before I tickle a Bear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to understand this. It is true that big dude are packing dick and can show you how to fuck a big dude for your resume. Also, a big dude will show you how you should be fucked. I wanna learn and I wanna be attacked. Put a bitch in a bear hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That made me wanna go camping next summer. I would love to run in the woods naked and sleep in my tent naked among others. Now that would be a hott summer's night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-6054118056039439326?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/6054118056039439326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=6054118056039439326' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/6054118056039439326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/6054118056039439326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/bears-hairs-and-cubbs.html' title='BEARS, HAIRS AND CUBBS:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6YXkkfvvdrQ/TuZpWNJ6oEI/AAAAAAAAKlE/oAoaUSgq944/s72-c/BearPrideFlag.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-5287139126414148966</id><published>2011-12-12T12:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:30:20.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT, YOU DIDN'T KNOW?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3m6Fsmulzyg/TuY9WXlWivI/AAAAAAAAKk4/5kvgUwK8dPM/s1600/Topperams_1228417625.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3m6Fsmulzyg/TuY9WXlWivI/AAAAAAAAKk4/5kvgUwK8dPM/s400/Topperams_1228417625.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685299034098928370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many of you that have met me know that I am shy in person. I am laid back and quite in the beginning. I am a professional observer. I do not sit with my back to the door and I am always looking for the exit in any place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturday night I attended a Christmas party (Toyz for Tots) and a conversation was going on about online dating. This dude said that there is no more old fashion dating and people just meeting and freaking without knowing the persons real name. I asked him what sites is he on and he said "Jack'd, BGC, A4A, Grindr" and another one that I can not recall right now. I asked what was his screen name and he gave me two. I got online right then and pretend that I had never meet him just to see how someone would respond to his profile. On his profile all I saw was his pretty uncut hairless dick and his hairless ass hole. In the caption he wrote "Let me cream on that dick while you nutt on this ass".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked was that him and he said yes, with a smile. Later that evening after he had gotten away from his boyz I told him that I liked his pix, loved the one with the uncut dick and smooth ass hole. He laughed and then I said "If I was to meet you after I have seen your profile, all I would wanna do is freak with you. You eliminated the dating scene by showing me the goods and telling me what you want. I will not see you. I will only see your parts. You can not expect a old fashion dating when you have represented yourself as " JUST A FUCK".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you do try dating someone, it will only be no more then a probationary period, about 90 days because he will not be interested in you Dexter. He is interested in "making you cream on his dick".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in my day I had the attitude that we do not have to go nowhere, you didn't even have to call me after we've fucked unless you left some thing at my crib. I wasn't trying to fall in love, I was trying to NUTT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y'all wanna find me on these sites? Look for azztech on BGC, headstud on Jack'd and grindr and lilbuck on A4A. I am not shame or hiding from no one. You should know that by now. Now, there is a little clue with the spelling of "headstud"....who can figure it out. Oh, and pimusique on Xtube.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-5287139126414148966?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/5287139126414148966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=5287139126414148966' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/5287139126414148966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/5287139126414148966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/what-you-didnt-know.html' title='WHAT, YOU DIDN&apos;T KNOW?'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3m6Fsmulzyg/TuY9WXlWivI/AAAAAAAAKk4/5kvgUwK8dPM/s72-c/Topperams_1228417625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-2168197412063181830</id><published>2011-12-07T22:03:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-07T22:51:21.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DON'T MAKE ME WAIT TOO LONG:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQlSHGPFfuw/TuA0IoHKvXI/AAAAAAAAKks/fSASiWu14BI/s1600/black-couple-hugging.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQlSHGPFfuw/TuA0IoHKvXI/AAAAAAAAKks/fSASiWu14BI/s400/black-couple-hugging.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683600052552646002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I told y'all that I would see y'all in the new year but I am over a friend's house and he wanted to see Pimusique write and since Pimusique showed up he allowed me to stroke his computer keys. But I have nothing to tell.....wait, I got a email yesterday and this dude said....tell you what...I will paste it so you can read it yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dearest Bigg Papa Pi,&lt;br /&gt;I'm taking this time to write you this email because your blog is good. I'm digging you, you seem to have all the right equipment in a man. I am not trying to jock you but a Prince needs a King and i choose you. Since you promised us a new re-invented you, I hope to see you soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go away for the rest of this year I will miss you. I will be longing for your touch and your kiss in your words that many of us are in tune with. I don't wanna scare you and please don't take offense but I understand that if this is a game, I wanna play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that I make you smile when I addressed you as Bigg Papa Pi. You have me think and imagining the scenes when you describe them. I can almost hear the sounds and smell the action. One time you told about you smelling like vanilla and coconut. Now when I smell those scents I think about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I am a top and married to a female but I would let you play in my hole if you do not tell anyone LMAO. You have taught me how to be a better top but now I wanna try to feel what a bottom feels. Most tops are like that. If the dick is that good to a bottom that it makes them bust out their ass, why not try it with the right dude. I would like to meet you one day just to give you some dap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just the other night while having sex with her I had her to put her finger in my ass and I nutted strong. She enjoyed it and later asked why did I wanna try that. I told her that I read it in a men's health magazine LOL.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna seem like i am pushing you but hell, I'm cool if I can be one of your friend that you visit on the regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not expecting you to write back but I just had to get that off my chest when I read that you were doing a reconstruction to this blog. I had to let you know that you have helped and and many more with your experience and sex education. Even life itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace man and I will be waiting for The Presentation of Pimusique.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(End Email).........................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That blew me away. So I am going to make a vow to all my FRIENDS. Any time next year if you would allow me to meet you in your city I will. I can fly in and have lunch or dinner with you and fly out that evening. Just wanna let y'all know that I really appreciate all of you. Male or Female. We need each other even thought we act like we don't need no one. I need you, I need your energy, I need your encouragement. I need your comforting arms to hold to show me that I can go on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had two people that needed that in their life and I had it but did not show it and they passed without me showing them that I cared. I will never get over that so to make it right within my soul, I pledge to show my emotions while I have the time because you never know what some one is going through and all they need is for someone to just care. That will give them HOPE. (THAT IS FOR SOMEONE).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have made many mistakes and I have the opportunity to learn from those mistakes and move forward with doing the right thing. I get depressed and lonely at times and just need a hug. Listen, I came from a emotionless family. They do not show their emotions so I know how lonely someone gets for that touch, that hug that word of trust. I had to almost die before my family released and break that generation cycle and learn to love before it was said that it is too late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not mean to get into that but that is what I do. I tell about my personal secret life in the hope of helping someone...just one person on this journey called life. And one more thing. I will do what I have to do to post a entry even if I have to give up some sex just to use some one's computer until I rise up and get back on my throne of LOVE for my FRIENDS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-2168197412063181830?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/2168197412063181830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=2168197412063181830' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/2168197412063181830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/2168197412063181830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/dont-make-me-wait-too-long.html' title='DON&apos;T MAKE ME WAIT TOO LONG:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UQlSHGPFfuw/TuA0IoHKvXI/AAAAAAAAKks/fSASiWu14BI/s72-c/black-couple-hugging.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-8112087376897078694</id><published>2011-12-06T20:59:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T21:43:04.579-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UNDER RE-CONSTRUCTION:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zx7qC8Qx-QY/Tt7I3r77Z6I/AAAAAAAAKkg/iUgQO5sQkJw/s1600/1265419427807108007road%2Bwork%2BUnder%2BConstruction.svg.hi.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 355px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zx7qC8Qx-QY/Tt7I3r77Z6I/AAAAAAAAKkg/iUgQO5sQkJw/s400/1265419427807108007road%2Bwork%2BUnder%2BConstruction.svg.hi.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683200638800586658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pt1sMKNWsHg/Tt7Iq7rPxzI/AAAAAAAAKkU/xJieNRhhypg/s1600/itTF2oHqXKg0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 257px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Pt1sMKNWsHg/Tt7Iq7rPxzI/AAAAAAAAKkU/xJieNRhhypg/s400/itTF2oHqXKg0.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683200419687286578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note this blog is under re-construction and will be complete by January. 01, 2012. I will then birth "PIMUSIQUE": "From the desk" will be no more. A few changes will be made but unnoticed to the casual readers. During such time I will be re-inventing myself and regaining my balance so that I may be able to withstand in the evil days of 2012, and have done all to stand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the re-birth of the blog you will no longer be called followers or Pimusique Phineness but I will address you as Friends, for all things that I done I have made known to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed remainder of the year and I will need to see you at the stroke of midnight 01-01-2012 in bringing in the new year and oh my, it is going to take you to a higher level on this blog and in your private lives. I know because I have seen it but I need you to see it for it to become a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Cali Santa and Dusty B.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-8112087376897078694?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/8112087376897078694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=8112087376897078694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8112087376897078694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/8112087376897078694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/under-re-construction.html' title='UNDER RE-CONSTRUCTION:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zx7qC8Qx-QY/Tt7I3r77Z6I/AAAAAAAAKkg/iUgQO5sQkJw/s72-c/1265419427807108007road%2Bwork%2BUnder%2BConstruction.svg.hi.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-4587502067341961501</id><published>2011-12-04T19:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T19:47:51.008-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ALWAYS READ THE FINE PRINT:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ktNu-hgiGUU/TtwSIR8E3mI/AAAAAAAAKkI/mU3EYxQDeN0/s1600/pill_bottle_and_pills1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ktNu-hgiGUU/TtwSIR8E3mI/AAAAAAAAKkI/mU3EYxQDeN0/s400/pill_bottle_and_pills1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682436763298356834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side Effects: Explosive diarrhea, Wake bladder, Headache, Dizziness, Blurred vision, Dry mouth, Dry skin, Erectile dysfunction,....And this is my new sinus medicine. I am not taking this Bullshit. I would rather walk around with a snotty nose, kiss a snagga tooth jackass and sleep in a hollow log.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN OTHER NEWS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of tomorrow 11-05-2011, I will not be blogging until further notice. I will keep notes of what is going on in my crazy life and will share them sometime with you in 2012, but it will be old news warmed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, last night I went to dinner with this dude that said he was a TOP. He was nice company. We went back to his place and he wanted to suck my toes after he asked to see my feet. I let him of course because I told y'all what is the sexiest part of a man parts above his shoulder...anyway, he got naked to suck my toes but he instructed me to do something that kind of caught me off guard...well, not really....he told me to lube his ass and finger fuck him. I did as I was instructed and then he asked me to put two fingers in him, then a third. This dude nutted like a volcano all on the side of my face. How did that happened you ask. Well,.....I don't remember...LMAO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See y'all Next Year you closet freaks...LMBAO.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-4587502067341961501?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/4587502067341961501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=4587502067341961501' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4587502067341961501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/4587502067341961501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/always-read-fine-print.html' title='ALWAYS READ THE FINE PRINT:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ktNu-hgiGUU/TtwSIR8E3mI/AAAAAAAAKkI/mU3EYxQDeN0/s72-c/pill_bottle_and_pills1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-3032381286897809166</id><published>2011-12-03T14:08:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T14:26:47.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FEEDING FRENZY: MACK THE KNIFE:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xlspScttTG0/Ttp3326iWYI/AAAAAAAAKj8/-ktw2PGLY7Q/s1600/tumblr_l6crqlTn7J1qai16qo1_500.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xlspScttTG0/Ttp3326iWYI/AAAAAAAAKj8/-ktw2PGLY7Q/s400/tumblr_l6crqlTn7J1qai16qo1_500.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681985681398847874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People who study sharks tell us that they  are most likely to attack when they sense blood in the water. The blood acts as a trigger to their feeding mechanism and they attack, often in a group, creating a deadly feeding frenzy. Blood in the water marks the vulnerability  of the target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly, this is sometimes how people respond to those who are hurting. Instead of being a gay community where people are loved, cared for, and nurtured, it can become a dangerous environment where predators are looking for the "blood in the water" of someone failing or faults. And then the feeding frenzy is on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of kicking people when they are down, we should be offering encouragement by helping to restore the fallen. We should display mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when we see "blood in the water", let's seek to show mercy. The day will come when you will want someone to show mercy to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That is for somebody).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-3032381286897809166?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/3032381286897809166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=3032381286897809166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/3032381286897809166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/3032381286897809166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/feeding-frenzy-mack-knife.html' title='FEEDING FRENZY: MACK THE KNIFE:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xlspScttTG0/Ttp3326iWYI/AAAAAAAAKj8/-ktw2PGLY7Q/s72-c/tumblr_l6crqlTn7J1qai16qo1_500.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-3707362913047893766</id><published>2011-12-01T19:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T21:18:01.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM NOT PLAYING. I AM NOT BULLSHITTING!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nNgURRKZx_8/TtgiQOHugfI/AAAAAAAAKjw/yQNCuS9GCwk/s1600/Stop%2Bsign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nNgURRKZx_8/TtgiQOHugfI/AAAAAAAAKjw/yQNCuS9GCwk/s400/Stop%2Bsign.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681328591991636466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of you are leaving negative, sarcastic comments concerning my S.O.S call. I read your comments and against the advice of others, I have to address them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most importantly, I have too much of a LION attitude to let a pussy cat discourage me. In addition, who in the fuck you think you are talking to making comments like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need you to understand this. That S.O.S call is intended for the loyal readers. Your negative comments are malicious and abrasive. They are the very symbol of hypocrisy and maliciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need positive energy that will produce positive results. I take my blog seriously and personally. Disrespecting me will cause you to have your teeth knocked out of your fucking head. This is not a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I partly blame myself. I should not have made an adult situation public. I should have kept it private to only those that emailed or text me. I will not make that mistake again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is for somebody.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-3707362913047893766?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/3707362913047893766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=3707362913047893766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/3707362913047893766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/3707362913047893766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-not-playing-i-am-not-bullshitting.html' title='I AM NOT PLAYING. I AM NOT BULLSHITTING!'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nNgURRKZx_8/TtgiQOHugfI/AAAAAAAAKjw/yQNCuS9GCwk/s72-c/Stop%2Bsign.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-352402556939359883.post-1970745823703120723</id><published>2011-12-01T16:53:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-01T17:25:20.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NAKEDNESS:</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kJaN_NP6Se4/Ttf-Hd1lelI/AAAAAAAAKjg/F0wPE_KK7Ps/s1600/dk_rider_1246350891.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kJaN_NP6Se4/Ttf-Hd1lelI/AAAAAAAAKjg/F0wPE_KK7Ps/s400/dk_rider_1246350891.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681288859173091922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I only have a few minutes on this public access computer so this is going to be quick).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed that most mentally ill people always taking off their clothes or always in public naked? How we in private always naked? How we like to see nakedness in any form. Even toddlers take off their pull ups and run around the house streaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us came here naked. In the bible it says David dance out of his clothes. It is human nature to be naked. It feels good, it's relaxing. There are people that see other naked people as shame or embarrassing but watch porn or anything that is showing skin on your local cable network. They even know porn models by name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on visiting a nudist colony or a nudist retreat. I plan on joining Gay Naturists International (GNI). I also plan on attending Folsom Street in Cali next year. I will have to get some leather wear. Every chance I get am always naked. A few times I have answered the door naked. I have taken out the trash naked in the middle of the night...in the summer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL, one time this dude came to my house with only a trench coat on. I answered the door naked and we did not say one word to each other. He stepped in and dropped the coat and we went at it. After it was over he put him coat back on, walked out, then called and pretended that nothing happened. He said, hey, Thaddeus. What are you doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This just in)...You will start seeing a change to the blog. It will be renamed due to situations. It will still have the realness and rawness to it because it will still be me writing. It will just have a name change and the new birth will be born on 01/01/12.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/352402556939359883-1970745823703120723?l=pimusique.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/feeds/1970745823703120723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=352402556939359883&amp;postID=1970745823703120723' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1970745823703120723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/352402556939359883/posts/default/1970745823703120723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pimusique.blogspot.com/2011/12/nakedness.html' title='NAKEDNESS:'/><author><name>Pimusique</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02815872823958625778</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1TFQwXXNjyM/TycXt9wE2vI/AAAAAAAALL0/daoM7mqe1qs/s220/298394_10150838075965192_642820191_21524940_125426690_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-kJaN_NP6Se4/Ttf-Hd1lelI/AAAAAAAAKjg/F0wPE_KK7Ps/s72-c/dk_rider_1246350891.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
