My cock, my friend
My dick is my friend. It's my boy's prerogative. I like to be what I am in the first place. I love my erect sex as much as I love my flaccid sex.
friendship
My dick is my friend. It's my boy's prerogative. I like to be what I am in the first place. I love my erect sex as much as I love my flaccid sex.
It's not about making love, it's about sexuality. Ah your values, your values, if you could put them where I think for once!
My great adaptability is an absolute violence to me. I hate any relationship that forces me to do so. Rare is the one that goes the way I want it to.
You're very sweet... but I think you're trying to impose your beliefs on me. Yes, I think I am. But you're very sweet...
How long will the indignation in its flamboyant expression last, when people start obeying and denying their identity again the very next day?
Suzanne's dead. We watched over Suzanne's body in the cold and darkness of the room of the "reanimation" service of the Oncopole of Toulouse.
Love is like an enriched ore. In its pure state, it destroys the inner self. To keep it at a distance is not selfishness, quite the contrary.
That I am forced to compromise and I cast off for other skies, sad, but consistent with my desire for autonomy.
Poetry of micro betrayal, invisible to the eye, but so strongly felt that it takes years to express its substance, to draw its outlines.
It's about the masculine. The man's tenderness for his companion of always that is his penis is a fundamental data for his psychic construction.