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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j9LkKFjIqiq6XRQE10j0QC1aWU0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j9LkKFjIqiq6XRQE10j0QC1aWU0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I cannot get over the creatively and the&amp;nbsp;incredible&amp;nbsp;choreography in this video. Not much music videos [close to non] excite me. But this video AND the song in itself gets me PUMPED! Chris Brown's "Turn Up The Music!"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zqSaDF5GzaGaTezz20xrroWoTes/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zqSaDF5GzaGaTezz20xrroWoTes/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;Some parents LOVE their children, Yes...but do they RESPECT THEM? Love AND Respect your child, that means givin them PRIVACY when they deserve it. When you are all up in they biz...I mean in EVERYTHING...come in and out in their room w/o knocking, rudely awakening them from their sleep [specially if you know that got somewhere to be and need sleep then not feel bad when you tell them you felt shit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;ty all day cuz they messed up your sleep]...Thats not RESPECT! DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW IT FEELS TO FEEL YOU ARE NOT RESPECTED BY YOUR PARENTS? Do you WANT your child to feel that way. It comes a certain age that your child reaches that they deserve for you to BACK OFF a little. Unless they are that shitty of a child, but if not then....yea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;b style="color: #660000;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;THAT&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt; was from my personal Facebook status. I am FUCKING fed up with&amp;nbsp;this&amp;nbsp;society's or at least a Black Family's mentality that no how old your child is...NO MATTER if they are within age were you SHOULD give them more respect and more freedom...DON'T! STILL treat them like a child regardless, making them feel like shit that YOU as a parent don't give a FUCK about them enough to RESPECT them. Love and&amp;nbsp;RESPECT&amp;nbsp;are two&amp;nbsp;different things, I know you love me...but you DON'T respect me. I am fucking tired of my feelings NOT MATTERING unless I helping with bills...THAT'S FUCKED UP. And that's how your children gonna grow up thinking&amp;nbsp;that's&amp;nbsp;how it suppose to be done. NO! Yes I AM going to move out and get my OWN one day, but I should be RESPECTED as the adult I AM while I am still living with you. A man could be praised and respect to the greatest level, but when he comes to his "HOME" and is not respected NON of that matters. Because he doesn't feel like he matters in his own home....THIS IS SUPPOSE TO BE MY HOME! But I feel like I prisoner until I can leave and have my own, which I am no where near close to being able to do. And to treat me unfair and treat like a child and when I come to you about it like, "Well if you don't like it move out!" Which if I remember&amp;nbsp;correctly when I first got my job 3 yrs I offered to help with bills. I was turned DOWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #741b47; font-size: large;"&gt; &amp;lt;&amp;lt;&amp;lt;---&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;This post has been in my drafts for a while because &amp;nbsp;I was going back and forth with myself asking, "What this be worth blogging about." This&amp;nbsp;specific&amp;nbsp;is too...OUT there, for me to go in depth with it...let's just say I'm sooo ready to get out of my parents house...mmm that's sad "my parent's house" BUT that IS suppose to be my home, but I don't like it is so. Whatever.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377131131878567856-2923254101031667150?l=speakcloset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~4/99JT_HgTEXc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/feeds/2923254101031667150/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=377131131878567856&amp;postID=2923254101031667150" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/2923254101031667150?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/2923254101031667150?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~3/99JT_HgTEXc/lets-talk-about-parentchild.html" title="Let's Talk About Parent/Child Relationships" /><author><name>Sir Ess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03981051767446226375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEjtMgSgHiU/TvcY34nC5iI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4EVLHwqLsg0/s220/PIC1%2B%2528169%2529_.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/2012/02/lets-talk-about-parentchild.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEUFRXszeyp7ImA9WhRaGEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377131131878567856.post-6370935038745266377</id><published>2012-02-21T02:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T02:16:54.583-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-21T02:16:54.583-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="journal entry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscellaneous" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="decisions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="I have learned" /><title>I Have Learned...</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Q4yBlW1qGNZJdstL6Gev5CvRUGA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Q4yBlW1qGNZJdstL6Gev5CvRUGA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Q4yBlW1qGNZJdstL6Gev5CvRUGA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Q4yBlW1qGNZJdstL6Gev5CvRUGA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;That at times&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;the BEST decisions could indeed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-large;"&gt;be the hardest to make. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377131131878567856-6370935038745266377?l=speakcloset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~4/iuD8nAxR_Ts" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/feeds/6370935038745266377/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=377131131878567856&amp;postID=6370935038745266377" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/6370935038745266377?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/6370935038745266377?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~3/iuD8nAxR_Ts/i-have-learned.html" title="I Have Learned..." /><author><name>Sir Ess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03981051767446226375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEjtMgSgHiU/TvcY34nC5iI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4EVLHwqLsg0/s220/PIC1%2B%2528169%2529_.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-have-learned.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QHR34_fip7ImA9WhRaF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377131131878567856.post-7067675892656622377</id><published>2012-02-20T01:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-20T01:02:16.046-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-20T01:02:16.046-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="journal entry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscellaneous" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="labels" /><title>"I Don't Like Labels"</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WunkS5W08eUHM75RcqBb0vcDLtA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/WunkS5W08eUHM75RcqBb0vcDLtA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 19px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I HAVE said this before, but I feel it should not only be said once. Why are we keeping up this “I don’t like labels” bullshit. Its only giving people excuses NOT be real with&amp;nbsp;their selves.&amp;nbsp;If you dont like Labels then I guess you are NOTHING. Are u not human? a male/female? Are you not black/white/asian/etc? Are u not [what ever ur age is?] I hate to break it to you but those ARE LABELS. WHY PEOPLE ONLY SAY THAT WHEN SEXUALITY COMES UP?&amp;nbsp;Real talk only gay ppl say that “I don't like labels” thing 'cause subconsciously they are offended by the TRUTH…Why would someone str8 say they don’t like labels?…'cause they ain't ashamed of being str8….let's STOP the bullshit please. At least admit to truth&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;If you ARE...I got a message for you, I don’t like you, and I am annoyed with you. First off it IS cool if you want to be a friends with a gay guy because &amp;nbsp;he is COOL as hell as a friend and the two of you get along WELL and the two of you just have that connection that friends should have. BUT if you want a gay friend JUST so you can basically him as your gaydar and tell you what other guy is gay…and having “chick talks” with him.&amp;nbsp;Unacceptable.&amp;nbsp; ME PERSONALLY just because I am gay does NOT mean I am interested in being 1 of your “girlfriends” and have girl talk. And our “friendship” WILL NOT be based on entertaining you with my GAYNESS…I understand as my female friend you WOULD want to know things about about my sexuality, but understand Everything SHOULDNT be centered around me being gay.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Valentines day has been only 3 days ago. When I think of what I did last Valentines day...ironic. Last year, a month after&amp;nbsp;February...in March I connected with Ismael, my boyfriend.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;We have both agreed to make the 23rd of March our official&amp;nbsp;anniversary&amp;nbsp;day. It would be in 35 more days. When I think about all we went through in just a year from our computers and only meeting in the flesh once. When I think about this online gay fiction that I have been reading since my last year of high school. Yes it is a long, GREAT story. The 2 main characters, Chris and Ricardo...the lovers...have been through so much. From breaking up then on the verge of making up, then Chris moves away and just when the other was just about to move there as well, the other gets stabbed in the head, gets amnesia from it, but lives.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;He forgets of their love, but he has a connection with &amp;nbsp;the other...he just didn't know it was love,&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;his memory was gone. He got his memory back, not his complete memory, but just a part of it...the part that remembered the reason why he and Ricardo broke up in the first place...which lead to another barrier between them. Getting closer to the point. Somewhere down the line of it all Chris got HIV. Another barrier between them. NOW these 2 characters are ENGAGED and getting married. Despite everything they have gone through. So my point is even though this is just a gay fiction story, but it does NOT change the FACT the Love IS strong...and no matter what, if it's true love...there is NOTHING that can defeat it UNLESS you CHOOSE to give up.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me and my man, our situation is stressful, my boyfriend is going through things and I'm going through things. And all we can do is vent to each other on Skype, we can't&amp;nbsp;physically&amp;nbsp;hug each other, kiss each other...that's stressful. But we are still together, I am still with him. He has given me chances to leave, saying "I am causing you too much stress, you deserve better." Well I do have better...I have you. Do I like what you going through? No. Do I like that it makes me feel shit to know what you are going through? No. But WHY WOULD I NOT FEEL LIKE SHIT? So of course. I'm more bothered that I can't do anything about it&amp;nbsp;physically. All I can do is listen to you vent.&amp;nbsp;Is it stressful? I'm not going to lie and say it's not. But I am NOT going anywhere because our time will come. We have plans to live together, we are not able now in our life, but we are getting closer. TRUE LOVE always MAKES IT. 35 MORE DAYS...it will be a day of many more.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377131131878567856-6882751514775509163?l=speakcloset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~4/yk8KJhpC_l0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/feeds/6882751514775509163/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=377131131878567856&amp;postID=6882751514775509163" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/6882751514775509163?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/6882751514775509163?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~3/yk8KJhpC_l0/35-more-days.html" title="35 More Days..." /><author><name>Sir Ess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03981051767446226375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEjtMgSgHiU/TvcY34nC5iI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4EVLHwqLsg0/s220/PIC1%2B%2528169%2529_.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/2012/02/35-more-days.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEQNSH0-eCp7ImA9WhRaEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377131131878567856.post-3433213905097276293</id><published>2012-02-11T22:52:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T22:53:19.350-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-11T22:53:19.350-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="RIP" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="music" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="whitney houston" /><title>In Peace and Music you shall REST.</title><content type="html">
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #4c1130; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;We all might have told a few Whitney jokes while she was here, but her beautiful voice and talent and the Power of her music is undeniable. Regardless of what she had going on in her personal life she yet STILL carried herself like a LADY. Rest in Peace and Music Whitney Houston.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;It's been awhile since I did some real blogging here...and I missed it, I just couldn't formulate any thoughts to post about.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Not to be around the bush and getting straight to the point...I have dropped out of this college I was attending. I am sitting this Spring&amp;nbsp;semester&amp;nbsp;out and going back to school at a different&amp;nbsp;University&amp;nbsp;in the Fall. Until then I will just WORK. As you all know I have been going through so much&amp;nbsp;Unnecessary stress at this school. When my problems mostly seem from the&amp;nbsp;administration&amp;nbsp;and the school ITSELF and Not&amp;nbsp;necessarily&amp;nbsp;the classes...&amp;nbsp;that's&amp;nbsp;a BIG ASS problem. I refuse to live with that problem any longer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;They started by putting me in a broke down ass dorm that is NOT up to code in living conditions and safety I'm sure of it. I REQUESTED the dorm I had last school year. Having me in a&amp;nbsp;financial&amp;nbsp;aid "line" for 7 AM-10 PM! Started having problems with my electric and Air in my dorm, an uncomfortable bed in my dorm, a door that only closes correctly when SLAMMED! The room had a nasty&amp;nbsp;facet with DIRTY WATER.&amp;nbsp;A public bathroom and community showers...I am Not in jail nor was that an&amp;nbsp;athletic&amp;nbsp;locker room. The cafeteria kept pissing me off. And I am not gonna mention the other countless&amp;nbsp;miscellaneous&amp;nbsp;problems I had to deal with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;The decision for me to NOT attend SU for the Spring&amp;nbsp;semester&amp;nbsp;or EVER AGAIN for that matter...came in the moment, but I DON'T regret it. I was still in my right mind. The day I was prepare to leave and go home for Christmas...I was planning on returning so I did not take everything from my dorm, of course. Well it was a problem with that...those people do not know how to correctly communicate and I just decided "FUCK IT AND FUCK YOU!" my big bro, my dad, and I packed up all my shit THAT day EVEN THOUGH neither of us was prepared to bring ALL my stuff that day. What I went through that day was the Very last straw. &amp;nbsp;I couldn't even leave IN PEACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;This only ONE thing I will miss. I was apart of the campus web radio station, under the official title of &lt;i&gt;Music Director&lt;/i&gt; to be exact. I was responsible for keeping the music airing fresh and current. Making sure things was trimmed and faded correctly. AND I also had MY OWN web radio show too. I LOVE DOING THAT, but it is no more. Even through I loved being apart of it...it still was FAR from the LEGIT experience in radio I would have like. On THAT level...it SUCKED, but for something to do outside of classes, it was good, I guess. We wasn't funded by the school [hell the school isn't funded by the school lol that's was they just filed&amp;nbsp;Bankruptcy] so &amp;nbsp;we had to raise money ourselves which means we never had the money to pull off a real&amp;nbsp;spectacular&amp;nbsp;event except for cute little Talent Shows and 1 Myxer (meaning: some sort of a mini party; a social get-together with music...it is done on college campuses a lot.) that NO ONE show up to. They had other little things going on before I even attended the school, BUT they was Not&amp;nbsp;popular&amp;nbsp;on campus and I would have LIKED to be apart of something that was already&amp;nbsp;established not an&amp;nbsp;organization&amp;nbsp;still trying to work their way to "fame" on campus. *rolls eyes*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000;"&gt;Its was nice, a little...I guess for their Standards, but it was not legit. The women ahead of it was talking to another guy who is on staff, " Yeah I know people I can help you out..." because with the major he had, she knew people that worked in that field. Then she looked at me and said, "I don't know anyone in radio though..." You have NO connects to anyone in radio. How are you gonna be head of something like this and you know no one in radio. My major is Mass Communication and I'm pretty sure I want to work in radio now. But you know no one, I can't network with you. This little radio...YES, it given me experience...but it's wasn't legit enough. And I don't even I will even get a chance to even to something even close to this again. So yes, I'm still gonna miss it..and my radio show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="color: #660000; font-size: large; text-align: justify;"&gt;It's Essfitcee's TWO year anniversary...well it WAS on December 20th. I'm so late, sorry [haha]. So to celebrate TWO years AND with a New year approaching...I changed the look a little. Hope you like...?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377131131878567856-7248509344031650264?l=speakcloset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~4/0MDnruAWCbg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/feeds/7248509344031650264/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=377131131878567856&amp;postID=7248509344031650264" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/7248509344031650264?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/7248509344031650264?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~3/0MDnruAWCbg/i-know-im-late-but.html" title="I Know I'm LATE, But...." /><author><name>Sir Ess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03981051767446226375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEjtMgSgHiU/TvcY34nC5iI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4EVLHwqLsg0/s220/PIC1%2B%2528169%2529_.JPG" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-know-im-late-but.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQNSH0zfyp7ImA9WhRQEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377131131878567856.post-1350864591578359448</id><published>2011-12-06T03:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T04:13:19.387-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T04:13:19.387-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lifes questions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscellaneous" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="understanding homosexuality" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="youtube" /><title>Hey! Come Here! I got something Interesting For You...</title><content type="html">
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"&gt;An interesting transformation, an Youtube user shares his journey from a FEmale to a MALE. And&amp;nbsp;according&amp;nbsp;to &amp;nbsp;him he is attracted to females the same way he was also attracted to females when He was a female. Am I confusing you, haha? So my question to YOU is: if a girl who is a Lesbian gets an sex change, is her(now a HE) sexuality now considered to be straight?&amp;nbsp;I think this proves that your gender DOES NOT decide your sexuality. Because if it DID wouldn't that former lesbian female NOW be attracted to GUYS now that she had a sex change to become a guy? If I'm confusing you [i know this subject is so weird] let me explain&amp;nbsp;simpler if she was a lesbian as a female...would she be a gay guy if she got a sex change?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377131131878567856-1350864591578359448?l=speakcloset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~4/CBRu7A9Ly9M" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/feeds/1350864591578359448/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=377131131878567856&amp;postID=1350864591578359448" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/1350864591578359448?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/1350864591578359448?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~3/CBRu7A9Ly9M/hey-come-here-i-got-something.html" title="Hey! Come Here! I got something Interesting For You..." /><author><name>Sir Ess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03981051767446226375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEjtMgSgHiU/TvcY34nC5iI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4EVLHwqLsg0/s220/PIC1%2B%2528169%2529_.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/2011/12/hey-come-here-i-got-something.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEEESHc_eSp7ImA9WhRQEUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377131131878567856.post-1290933583619393099</id><published>2011-12-06T03:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T03:10:09.941-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T03:10:09.941-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="video" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscellaneous" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gay rights" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="power of love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="gay marriage" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="youtube" /><title>How Can You DENY The BEAUTY Of THIS?!...</title><content type="html">
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;No words need be said...but I gonna express how BEAUTIFUL this is anyway. Oh My GAWD! This IS going to be My Man and I in the future. They are sooooo Cute, AWWWWWW =)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377131131878567856-1290933583619393099?l=speakcloset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~4/aJG9lzlAU30" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/feeds/1290933583619393099/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=377131131878567856&amp;postID=1290933583619393099" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/1290933583619393099?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/1290933583619393099?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~3/aJG9lzlAU30/how-can-you-deny-beauty-of-this.html" title="How Can You DENY The BEAUTY Of THIS?!..." /><author><name>Sir Ess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03981051767446226375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEjtMgSgHiU/TvcY34nC5iI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4EVLHwqLsg0/s220/PIC1%2B%2528169%2529_.JPG" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-can-you-deny-beauty-of-this.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0YHSX86eSp7ImA9WhRQEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377131131878567856.post-3352671540270733383</id><published>2011-12-06T01:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T01:05:38.111-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-06T01:05:38.111-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscellaneous" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pics" /><title>If only.....</title><content type="html">
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;TRUTH was just somewhere you could DRIVE to.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;People may be able to steal&amp;nbsp;PHYSICAL&amp;nbsp;things from you, but they cant take your MIND. And your mind/brain is the VERY things that MAKES you…whats in your MIND creates your personality,&amp;nbsp;opinions, dreams, thoughts, and your outlook on life. As long &amp;nbsp;as you still have a good&amp;nbsp;functional&amp;nbsp;brain then NO1 can REALLY take anything away from you. Anything that anyone take from you can be GET again using YOUR brain power. Anything that has been BUILD and then torn down can be BUILD again with the very same brain power that build it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377131131878567856-7426973781539962247?l=speakcloset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~4/FzvHJ2Tt4gI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/feeds/7426973781539962247/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=377131131878567856&amp;postID=7426973781539962247" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/7426973781539962247?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/7426973781539962247?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~3/FzvHJ2Tt4gI/wanna-know-whats-so-great-about-life.html" title="Wanna Know What's so Great About Life?" /><author><name>Sir Ess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03981051767446226375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEjtMgSgHiU/TvcY34nC5iI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4EVLHwqLsg0/s220/PIC1%2B%2528169%2529_.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Eq97Gksey5w/Tt29YZGQT2I/AAAAAAAAAkk/VJUumiYfzOY/s72-c/whatssoGreat.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/2011/12/wanna-know-whats-so-great-about-life.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkABSXY8eip7ImA9WhRRFE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377131131878567856.post-7257999353238579887</id><published>2011-11-27T15:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T15:19:18.872-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-27T15:19:18.872-06:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="lifes questions" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="miscellaneous" /><title>Life Questions?</title><content type="html">
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Is there even a leader among &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: arial, sans-serif; line-height: 15px;"&gt;incompetent&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;individuals ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;And I DON'T mean be prepared for the ending of the WORLD. I mean Be prepared for 2012 in the 'good ol' USA. Why? Because this country is FUCKED UP! And every year it seems to get even more fucked up. I'm not just talking about the&amp;nbsp;economy...I'm talking about the morals of the people get more fucked up each year. The youth die younger each year, get pregnant younger each year, the young [my generation] give a fuck LESSER about SERIOUS things&amp;nbsp;happening in this country...each year. The people are getting even more stupid and ignorant...each year. This country is getting more and more about solely ENTERTAINMENT (ex. those fucking Kardashians)...each year. &amp;nbsp;As the economy is sinking so is everything else. Each year this country's &amp;nbsp;education gets more and more&amp;nbsp;incompetent&amp;nbsp;and the laziness of the people in power think that just by simply making school days longer, it will magically fix things. NO! But whatever right? That's not important right? Just be PREPARED! The presidential race OFFICIALLY kicks off in 2012, so it's about to get REAL MESSY! Obama has a supporter in me...he is trying, and I know if it's anybody but HIM then we are going to go BACKWARDS and everything that Obama has done will be UNDONE. But I'm sadly not confident that he will have a 2nd term...why?...Of course&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;of politics, because the people of this country are so fucked up...the politics is MORE important [to THEM] &amp;nbsp;than the problems this country faces...Soooo again, BE PREPARED!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;After all this time of being the writer I am, being a writer of poetry and a few songs, here and there. I would like to take this time to&lt;u&gt; INTRODUCE&lt;/u&gt; My very 1ST short gay&amp;nbsp;erotica.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rapper, Big Bank, was spittin'
his 16 bars in the booth...shirtless. With his pecs flexing, abs shining from
sweat because of the energy and passion he was putting into his new song. As he
looked down at his notepad, another rapper entered the studio. As rapper,
Swagmean, looked into the booth, he looked confused. This was supposed to be
his studio time. Big Bank spotted him and immediately became pissed. He had
already told the studio manager he wanted no interruptions, he exited the
booth. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-"Sup homie, can I
help you with somethin'" walking towards Swagmean with his juicy, pretty
pink lips formed into a mug.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-"Yeah, you can tell
me why you here on my studio time" he said putting on his game face, as well,
as trying&amp;nbsp; hard not to look at Big Bank
's&amp;nbsp; tatted, hot, ripped, and&amp;nbsp; sweaty body walking in his direction. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Yo studio time? Aye
nigga, I don’t know what you talkin’ bout. I got this shit booked for the whole
day” he made it known as the other fellow rapper turns anyway from him to take
off his jacket. Big Bank then notices this perfectly round fat ass on this
skinny but muscular frame. Licking his lips as it flexes with his movements.
Seeing how the middle Swagmean’s Hanes underwear creased into the crack of his
ass was making his dick hard. And that arch in his back… [&lt;i&gt;Damn, yeah….he definitely gets down AND gets dick down&lt;/i&gt;] Big Bank was
thinking to himself, smiling. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“Yeah nigga, I booked
this time, TODAY” as he notices the growing “8 ½ &amp;nbsp;bars” inside Banks red b-ball shorts. Swag
could tell he was also free balling, wearing no underwear. “But it’s not a big
deal man, you straight. What was you recording?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“My song, Missionary.
This how the chorus go; I like it missionary, arch that back, open them legs,
take this dick, I’mma make yo eyes rolled into to the back of ya head.” He
recited as he walks closer to Swagmean, looking him in the eyes. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“That shit is hot man…I
mean it’s a hot song.” He said all the while fighting the urge not to moan and extended
his hand and touch this sexy ass man close to him shirtless.&amp;nbsp; Head getting kind of dizzy, Swagmean puts his
hand on the recording equipment to keep his balance. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Yeah, I know…maybe we
should collaborate while you here” he said, while getting even closer to him,
rubbing his wet abs, flexing his chest, licking his lips. “We can make some hot
tracks together don’t you think….?”..............&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“Ahhh…Ahh, Yeah…I see
why you got your shirt off, its hot in here man” He takes off his shirt. His
abs now showing, his body more lean than Big Bank. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Aye, I’m a nice guy
though, so I’ll let you have your studio time. You gotta do something for me
though.” He said as Swagmean wasted no time walking his way toward the booth.
Big Bank stopped him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“What I gotta do?” He
asked as Bank came up behind him. Due to Swag’s sagging and Bank only wearing
thin b-ball shorts, Swag could feel his hard dick with no problem. Swag lets
out a light horny sigh. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“How about you…spit a
flow on my ‘mic’ first, huh?” He said as he blows on Swag’s ear and puts his
hands around his waist. Banks pushes his dick even more towards the back of
Swag’s phat dick hungry ass. Swag reaches his hands back and gripped on his new
friend. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“Shit I’m cool with
that, nigga.” He said as he turns around, wasted no time pulling Big Bank’s
shorts down. Swag pulled it down slowly with one hand as the other rubbed his
v-cut up to his abs. Banks dick popped up when the shorts finally passed the
end of his head. Swag then pulled his shorts back up, then back down, He had a
habit of doing this, he loved seeing a hard dick move like that when pulling it
down then letting it go watching the dick move like a rubber band. This was not
going to be Swag’s first time with a dick in mouth. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Come on, man! Stop
playin’ with it. This hard dick is yo fault, so take care of it.” He demanded
and Swag obeyed. He grabs his dick, gave it three good licks on the head, gave
it two good licks from the bottom of his balls all the way up back to his head.
Then put it in his mouth, slowly then quickly going down on it while moving his
tongue in rhythm from side to side, round and round. Banks dick from deep in
Swags mouth, Banks moan, Swag hummed on the dick. Swag gave the dick a bathe
inside his mouth for 3 minutes straight. When Swag finally pulled his head
back, Bank’s dick head came out with a freaky, wet, *pop* sound. Big Bank’s big
dick was dripping with pre cum and saliva. His whole dick was glistening from
the wetness of Swagmean’s mouth. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“How was that? Can I get
in the booth now?” He said while letting a sexy little laugh. Big Bank smiled
while flexing his wet dick that was still right in Swagmean’s face. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Fuck naw, nigga…you ain’t
done! I ain’t even nut yet and you can get in this booth when I get in that
phat ass. Is that shit tight shawty?” He asks while giving his ass a good hard
smack and then gripped it. Swag’s hole twitched as he slowing stood up while
Banks pulled down his pants and they together, pulled down Swag’s underwear.
Swag turned around and twerk his naked ass and Bank’s naked dick. A little of
Bank’s pre cum dripped on Swag ass as it jiggled. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean- “You tell me how tight
it is when you give me dat dick nigga.” &amp;nbsp;They
move inside the booth, Swag’s back to Bank’s front, the touch of his dick
doesn’t leave from the crack of Swag’s ass. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“AH SHIT! So that’s how
you are, huh? Okay I got chu nigga. Bend dat ass ova, let me see dat hole” Swag
again obeys. Banks bends down and stares right at it as his asshole flexes. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Open it up for me.”
Swag takes both of his hands and spreads his cheeks wide open. Banks stares
right inside of something he is going to be inside of…in a few minutes…after he
eats. Big Bank with no warning digs his long and fat tongue inside Swagmean. Swag
moaned while swaying his hips, jiggling his ass, putting more in Banks face.
Banks was slobbering in it, French kissing it, spiting in it. He pulls his head
back, *spit* *spit* he puts his two fingers inside Swags mouth. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Get dat shit wet.” Swag
did so, Banks pulled his finger out of his mouth and then planted it slowing
deep inside Swags ass. Swag mouth, his hole resisting. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“Ahhh…”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Let me open you up
baby, let me in.” Banks finally gets both of his fingers as deep as fingers
could go inside of Swag. He moves his fingers around, up and down, in and out. “You
ready nigga?” Banks asked with aggression.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“Fuck yeah, nigga. DAMN!
Fuck me!” Being that Big Bank was in the studio today trying to wrap up songs
for his upcoming album, of course he wasn’t prepared to fuck anybody right now.
So there were no condoms. Surprisingly his dick was still slippery wet and
Swag’s puckered pretty pink hole was definitely shining from Big Bank’s tongue
feasting inside it. Banks lined his dick up to the opening of Swag. Closer and
closer until his head was touching the hole, then slowly deeper and deeper
until his head touch something deep inside that caused Swag to moan in such a
tone you would not know he was a dude. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“Awww fuck man,
damn…give dat di…Ahh” Swag continues to moan&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Yeah, tell me how that
shit feel. *harder* Tell me. *harder* Tell…me *harder and deeper*” Big Banks
flips Swagmean over on his back on the floor, because of course he likes
missionary. Both are moaning, Bank has never been inside anyone so tight. Swag
has never been fucked by anyone that could go so deep and make him scream so
much.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“Shi…oh my gaw…YES!
Nigga *rotates his hips in the rhythm of Banks* hmmm *starts jacking his dick*
Ahhh, FUCK! * Banks lowers himself down to Swag neck, bites it* fucccc...ahh”
Banks is going slowly then quickly, long strokes then short ones. Deep dicking
him&amp;nbsp; so good Swag eyes is rolling to the
back of his head with his legs wrapped around Bank’s waist as Swag’s back is
arching even more than before. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Yeah nigga, throw that
ass back for me. Work that shit. You like dat dick don’t you, huh?!” Banks
wraps his right hand around Swag’s neck, the left on Swag’s chest. “Take it
nigga, take it NIGGA, TAKE IT!” Banks is moving faster, harder inside him. His
hips, quickly swaying round and round, side to side. He was looking down at his
dick disappearing inside Swag. Both of them were sweating, both of theirs abs
glistening. Banks caresses Swag perky nipples, squeezes them, licks its. Swag
wraps both arms around Banks neck. Bank is slowing down, but giving Swag more
inches as Banks not only stroking but moving closer to Swag to get even deeper.
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“Oh shit, yea…you in
this shit nigga, Ahh…ahhh… umphh. Get IN that shit!” With each moan from Swag
his tone got higher, and higher. He never has been with a dude that made him
moan like that. Big Bank wasn’t the first fellow rapper to be dicking him. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;About at least an hour has past,
they don’t know. Of course they weren’t counting. They were still going. They
both feel it ‘cuming.’ &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Ahhh shit, nigga! Awww fuck! da, da…AMN!” Banks
feels he about to bust. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“You bout to cum nigga?
Bust dat shit! Buss it, ahhh fuu…I’m bout to cu…!” Swag’s hole gets tighter and
tighter around Bank’s dicks as he repeatedly hits Swag’s spot deep inside him.
Banks can feel it…he, he…he cums hard inside him.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“SHITTTTTTTTTTT!” Banks
still shooting rounds of cum, coating Swag’s insides. He’s still stroking,
fucking him…fucking Swag like there is no tomorrow or next year. Swag can feel
the cum swimming in him. They both look down in the direction of where Bank’s
dick and Swag’s bust open hole meet. They both can see the ring of cum forming
around Bank’s dick and the cum dripping from Swag’s ass. From Swag seeing that,
he’s about to cum.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“Ahhh, ahh ah…ahh, Oh
shi…AH, AH, AH!” Swag cums all over himself and Big Bank. His cum busts towards
Bank’s lower abs and his own abs and chest. Both panting, trying to catch their
breath. Big Bank pull out of Swagmean with a slippery, wet *pop* sound. Bank’s
licks the cum off of Swag’s chest as Swag flexes his hole, feeling Bank’s nut
seep out of him. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean and Big
Bank-“WOW!...DAMN!” They said in unison, they looked at each other and laughed.
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“That
shit was good cuh. I ain’t never had it like that.” He announces as he rises up
from the floor, Banks doing the same. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Banks-“Yeah,
that’s what everyone say when they fuck with me, but you was…you was…shit
nigga!” They both laughed again as they leave the booth. With their clothes now
back on. Swagmean gets his jacket ready to leave.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Banks-“Aye
man I thought you wanted your studio time?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“Yeah
about that…I have this thing were I can’t concentrate on anything else once I
had a good nut” He response and smiles. “I’ll be back tomorrow.” Banks thinks
to himself… [&lt;i&gt;I’ll be sure to be here
tomorrow too then&lt;/i&gt;] &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Aight
man, but before you go…let me get yo contact info. So we actually collaborate
next time.”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean-“You mean collaborate or
‘collaborate?” He smiles.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Big Bank-“Both!” They trade
information, Swag leaves. Big Bank looks at the studio equipment and notice it
was recording. He panicked, then thought… [&lt;i&gt;shit
me and him were the only ones in here, I can just delete this shit&lt;/i&gt;] He
listens to it first. Since Swagmean’s moans sounded high pitch, one might think
it was a female. Big Bank’s lips turn into a cocky smile, thinking… [&lt;i&gt;Yeah, that dick must have been real good to
him&lt;/i&gt;.] He decided he would trim the audio and sample Swagmean’s moans for
his other song. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #4c1130;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Swagmean was outside at his car
as he looks in the calendar of his iPhone. He then realizes that his booked
studio time was for tomorrow.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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As you all know the story behind my boyfriend and I. [&lt;a href="http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/2011/05/im-on-mission.html"&gt;Read About It Here&lt;/a&gt;] We have been going STRONG for&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;u&gt;7&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; months now. Through out our relationship we have expressed our distaste in the distance. That hasn't stopped our love from getting deeper and stronger each day that we talk. We have wondered when&amp;nbsp;will&amp;nbsp;we meet. How would we? Being that neither 1 of us are in position to pick up and go as we please...getting to each other with the great distance between us is not easy. So one day when my older bro called me....saying he is going vacation and wanted to take a road trip, to non other than &lt;i&gt;Atlanta, GA&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt; [&lt;/b&gt;where the Love of MY Life resides&lt;b&gt;] &lt;/b&gt;So of course I was excited, but he didn't know why. He didn't know I was excited that I was gonna get&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;to see MY MAN! &lt;/b&gt;I, at first, I didn't want to tell my boyfriend...I didn't want to get hopes up, because things may not have worked out. I decided to tell him anyways. Afterwards we planned our "meet and greet" in his words, "you are not gonna be here and me not see you" Haha thats my baby!&amp;nbsp;Now ATL is an exciting city, but the city has a whole new level of&amp;nbsp;excitement&amp;nbsp;for me for obvious reasons.&amp;nbsp;We decided we would meet in the&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt; MACY'S&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt; at&amp;nbsp;&lt;u&gt;Lenox Mall&lt;/u&gt;.&amp;nbsp;Unbeknownst to my bro and my cousin, who I traveled to ATL&amp;nbsp;with, they had no idea my &lt;i&gt;ONLY&lt;/i&gt; interest in even being in the Peach state was &lt;b&gt;MY MAN&lt;/b&gt;. Being at mall before him...when he sent me that text that said, "I'm here" My heart dropped, in a good way. I then told my bro and cuz, "&lt;i&gt;Let's go in MACY'S"&lt;/i&gt; I texted my boo, to tell him where exactly was my location inside of the store. &lt;i&gt;THEN&lt;/i&gt;....it &lt;b&gt;HAPPENS&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt; I see &lt;/i&gt;HIM COMING DOWN THE AISLE. OMG! &lt;/b&gt;He smoothly touched my lower back as he passes me. I distance myself from my family to go somewhere privately with my man. &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I KISSED HIM, TOUCHED HIM, CARESSED HIM, LICKED HIM, RUBBED HIM, AND...SUCKED HIM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; ;) I have &lt;i&gt;FINALLY&lt;/i&gt; get to feel my man's touches, his kisses, his licks, and oh my gawd&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;TO KISS HIM&lt;/i&gt;. This couldn't last forever, but it was better than great. I didn't want to leave &amp;nbsp;him. I didn't want to remember what it feels&amp;nbsp;like&amp;nbsp;to see him in person,&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;if I stay with him...I wouldn't have to. So as he goes down the escalator and me going in other &amp;nbsp;direction. I&amp;nbsp;repeatedly&amp;nbsp;turn back to look at him. My heart was guiding my head to look back, my brain was&amp;nbsp;telling&amp;nbsp;me to be discreet. Next we meet I want it to be&amp;nbsp;permanent.&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;*&lt;/b&gt;dreamy sigh&lt;b&gt;*&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;This day happened on the day of OCTOBER 27, 2011[&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Thurs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;]&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;[&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #20124d;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The above website&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;:&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://whatthefuckhasobamadonesofar.com/"&gt;whatthefuckhasobamadonesofar&lt;/a&gt;]...challenges naysayers that believe, and want &lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt; to as well, that Obama has done &lt;u&gt;NOTHING&lt;/u&gt; as 44th president. This website&lt;u&gt; INFORMS&lt;/u&gt; you that he has in fact done many things as president. Just because the media isn't letting you know &lt;u&gt;EVERYTHING&lt;/u&gt; that is going on behind the scenes, does not mean nothing is happening. Just click the [&lt;i&gt;funny,&amp;nbsp;entertaining,&amp;nbsp;sarcastic&lt;/i&gt;] links on to the next accomplishment of Obama's presidency. &lt;u&gt;BE INFORMED&lt;/u&gt;, you have&lt;u&gt; NO&lt;/u&gt; excuse when I'm giving you this&amp;nbsp;opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/377131131878567856-2249418810865272561?l=speakcloset.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~4/d-Ca90pZzqM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/feeds/2249418810865272561/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=377131131878567856&amp;postID=2249418810865272561" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/2249418810865272561?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/377131131878567856/posts/default/2249418810865272561?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/TheessfitceespeakingFromInTheCloset/~3/d-Ca90pZzqM/still-think-obama-hasnt-done-much.html" title="Still think OBAMA hasn't done much?..." /><author><name>Sir Ess</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03981051767446226375</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="27" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CEjtMgSgHiU/TvcY34nC5iI/AAAAAAAAAnE/4EVLHwqLsg0/s220/PIC1%2B%2528169%2529_.JPG" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-E6wMidK-tVk/TppUjS6G2lI/AAAAAAAAAjQ/_XQdKtiQ2Dc/s72-c/YESaVERYbigDeal.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://speakcloset.blogspot.com/2011/10/still-think-obama-hasnt-done-much.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04GQX49fCp7ImA9WhdUGUk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-377131131878567856.post-5492802401550789398</id><published>2011-10-06T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-06T20:12:00.064-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-10-06T20:12:00.064-05:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="journal entry" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="understanding homosexuality" /><title>You think you know it ALL, 'cause you're So Str8?</title><content type="html">
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;It still amazes me how many individuals still think we are dumb, inferior and that there is something&amp;nbsp;mentally&amp;nbsp;wrong with us. How I know they think this? Well for example, all of those&amp;nbsp;prejudice&amp;nbsp;heterosexuals think they know &lt;u&gt;MORE&lt;/u&gt; about homosexuality than &lt;u&gt;WE DO&lt;/u&gt;. &amp;nbsp;They think that &lt;u&gt;WE&lt;/u&gt; are the ignorant ones. They &lt;u&gt;REALLY&lt;/u&gt; think they have more understanding of &lt;u&gt;OUR&lt;/u&gt; sexuality, more &lt;i&gt;Understanding of Homosexuality&lt;/i&gt; than we do. They want to tell &lt;u&gt;US&lt;/u&gt;, why we are gay. They want to tell us, we &lt;u&gt;CHOSE &lt;/u&gt;this. They think they have all the answers, but are blind &amp;nbsp;to their own ignorance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You are gay because something dramatic happened in your life that affected your life."&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That is the absolute one of the stupidest thing I have ever heard. So &lt;u&gt;YOU ARE&lt;/u&gt; telling me that something dramatic must happen to YOU to make you straight, right? To think such a thing is&lt;u&gt; CLEARLY&lt;/u&gt; based on the fact that society has painted&amp;nbsp;heterosexuality&amp;nbsp;to be the&amp;nbsp;superior and "normal" sexuality. So to &lt;u&gt;BE&amp;nbsp;&lt;/u&gt;homosexual...something "bad" &lt;u&gt;MUST&lt;/u&gt; have happened to transform you into a homosexual. Because of &lt;u&gt;THIS&lt;/u&gt;, they think we &lt;u&gt;NEED&lt;/u&gt;&amp;nbsp;therapy. Do they need therapy for their heterosexuality?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They think this is something that can be corrected. Tisk, tisk. I will not wallow in&amp;nbsp;sympathy&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;of their ignorance...I &lt;u&gt;KNOW &lt;/u&gt;me, they do not.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Being gay is wrong because..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Let me &lt;u&gt;GUESS&lt;/u&gt;, &lt;u&gt;BECAUSE&lt;/u&gt; of what the Bible say? The bible that &lt;u&gt;WASN'T&lt;/u&gt; personally constructed by God or Jesus. The bible that &lt;u&gt;ALSO&lt;/u&gt; has a &lt;u&gt;LONG&lt;/u&gt; list of OTHER things deemed sinful, BUT you choose to ignore. Even homosexuality was here before Jesus. Being gay is wrong...being straight isn't? Yet another&amp;nbsp;justification society has use to deem heterosexuality as the superior sexuality. But the bible was ALSO used to&amp;nbsp;justify&amp;nbsp;slavery and any race other than white was deemed inferior. Its happening &lt;u&gt;ALL OVER&lt;/u&gt; again...&lt;u&gt;WHEN &lt;/u&gt;will they learn?........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;When&amp;nbsp;homosexuality&amp;nbsp;is mentioned, they say...sin. The bible is &lt;u&gt;NEVER&lt;/u&gt; thrown in conversation when&amp;nbsp;adultery&amp;nbsp;is mentioned. What about greed, envy, gluttony. I honestly think that they are way to many sins in the bible to take seriously, its okay for me to think that because the bible IS man made. But if your distaste in&amp;nbsp;homosexuality&amp;nbsp;is supported by the bible, how about you read up on the sinful life &lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt; living before judging &lt;u&gt;ME&lt;/u&gt;. Society is confuse and they think its &lt;u&gt;US&lt;/u&gt;. On the date of January 1, 2010 I came out to my father, not really willingly, only&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;I got "caught" [something I never discussed with &lt;u&gt;GOOD&lt;/u&gt; reason, may blog about it later] &amp;nbsp;I was "caught"&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;I was not there at the moment he and my mother found naked pictures of &lt;u&gt;MEN&lt;/u&gt;(of course) on the computer. Nothing really bad happen, but during our vocal exchange on the matter he expressed, "its not in God's plan [for me to be gay]" Really? Though, within the same exchange about this subject, he made it &lt;u&gt;CLEAR&lt;/u&gt; that it would okay for me to have naked pictures &amp;nbsp;of &lt;u&gt;WOMEN&lt;/u&gt; and lust after &lt;u&gt;THEM&lt;/u&gt;. So let ME get this "straight" its Not in God's plan for me to be &lt;u&gt;GAY&lt;/u&gt;, which is obviously&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;of what the bible say. You would &lt;u&gt;RATHER&lt;/u&gt; me lust after naked women, than naked &lt;u&gt;MEN&lt;/u&gt;, but the bible say &lt;u&gt;LUST&lt;/u&gt; is a &lt;u&gt;SIN&lt;/u&gt;. It does &lt;u&gt;NOT &lt;/u&gt;say what &lt;u&gt;TYPE&lt;/u&gt; of lust, it just say &lt;u&gt;LUST&lt;/u&gt;. Based on the bible BOTH are wrong, &lt;u&gt;BUT&lt;/u&gt; you would accept me lusting women, but not&lt;u&gt; MEN&lt;/u&gt;...and you have &lt;u&gt;THE NERVE&lt;/u&gt; to tell its cause of what the &lt;u&gt;BIBLE SAY?&lt;/u&gt;! The&amp;nbsp;heterosexuality&amp;nbsp;community is confused, not us. My father isn't the &lt;u&gt;ONLY&lt;/u&gt; one in this, I was using him as an example.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;"You just haven't found the right woman yet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Yes, they really believe that and expect us to believe that bullshit too. What about the 40-60 year old homosexuals...they still haven't found the right woman? Being gay does &lt;u&gt;NOT&lt;/u&gt; mean you just have not found the right woman. being gay means there is &lt;u&gt;NO&lt;/u&gt; right woman...only right &lt;u&gt;MAN&lt;/u&gt;. "Why are you gay,&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;there is so much pussy in the world?" There is &lt;u&gt;ALSO&lt;/u&gt; a lot of &lt;u&gt;DICK&lt;/u&gt; in the world...so why are &lt;u&gt;YOU&lt;/u&gt; straight? The&amp;nbsp;quantity&amp;nbsp;of another gender has nothing to do with anybodies sexuality. If you sit a bucket of chicken of front of a&amp;nbsp;vegetarian&amp;nbsp;that don't mean they&amp;nbsp;gonna&amp;nbsp;eat it because there's &lt;u&gt;LOTS&lt;/u&gt; of it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;I am just TIRED of others on the outside looking in thinking they know more about US than we do. [bias BECAUSE of their homophobia at that] So what can we do. Educate? You cannot, will not change the views of the others UNLESS they ARE open minded and want to STOP being ignorant to&amp;nbsp;homosexuality. &amp;nbsp;But they want to be ignorant. Why? So they can remain [in their head] the superior one. If they start understanding US, they will realize they they are NOT above us because of their heterosexuality.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;They don't want that.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The state of Bob and Sally Roberts’ eight year&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #1c1c1c; font-size: 14px; font-weight: 700; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;satirical&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;union isn’t looking good, y’all.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.theleakywiki.com/k2-front-page/us/item/427-gay-marriage-legalization-leads-to-divorce-of-desperately-unhappy-new-york-couple" rel="nofollow" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #6f3f94; font-size: 14px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline;" target="_blank"&gt;The Leaky Wiki&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;writes that all those homos getting their gay marriage on in New York have broken the Roberts’ bond by stripping their marriage of its sanctity.&lt;/div&gt;
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In an interview, Bob stated, “Sally and I have been together for a long time. Our oldest son just turned ten years old. And through all the arguing and nagging, I really did love her. But now that two men are allowed to share a life and be happy and devoted, I just don’t think that I can see my marriage as holy anymore.”&lt;div style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; font-size: 14px; line-height: 18px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: initial; outline-width: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;
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Sally held similar opinions. “Our life hadn’t been easy. Bob’s been working three jobs to support the kids. I thought of leaving him when he had that affair, but I knew my marriage was sacred in the eyes of the Lord, and [I] couldn’t leave him. But I can’t believe my marriage is holy when two homosexuals can have an honest, long-term, monogamous life as a married couple.”&lt;/div&gt;
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Sally and Bob showed us the divorce papers. “Our lawyer said that ‘the gays’ isn’t a valid reason on the divorce papers,” Bob told us, “so we decided on a no-fault divorce.”&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Really?...*&lt;/i&gt;shaking my head&lt;i&gt;* No comment at the moment...their ignorance has me speechless.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="margin-top: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WE THE PEOPLE &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;are not outcasts but treated as such, are we NOT a part of &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;THIS &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;country?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px !important; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;WE THE PEOPLE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;deserve&amp;nbsp;OUR rights the same as others. They think we ARE “confused” because of &lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;WHO WE ARE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;….we are NOT, America is. America &lt;/i&gt;SUPPOSE &lt;i&gt;to be so high and mighty…America has always painted itself as having PRIDE in its citizens, so WHY do AMERICAN&amp;nbsp;citizens&amp;nbsp;need to FIGHT for AMERICAN RIGHTS? America is confused. Gay marriage is wrong? At first&amp;nbsp;INTERRACIAL&amp;nbsp;marriage was WRONG. How long is AMERICA gonna KEEP switching and changing what the “definition” of what marriage is instead just ADMITTING&lt;b&gt; marriage is SUPPOSE to be between love and LOVE&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;
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