Monday 23 May 2011

I Kissed A Boy...

...and his name wasn't Mark.

I'm just now coming out of a bit of a drunken, Gay Pride Weekend haze, and now, like a dirty whore who stole from his John, I'm gonna be asking for forgiveness...BEAT ME, SPANK ME, JUST DON'T TANK ME!!

When I stop peeing booze and I've had a chance to kiss and make up with Mark, I'll see about filling you all in on my little adventure to the LBC.  It's not often that I let my curls out, but it always seems to happen when I'm drowning in maleness!

Rafa

P.S.  How do you know if you're truly gay...?!? STRIP ME NEKKID, BUT FUCK DO I EVER LOVE A PARADE!!!

























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