As I am sure many of my regular visitors have noticed, I've been pretty quite these past several days. Mostly just plodding along life, battling my headaches through hard work and sweat coating workouts, but nothing really able to break me out of my self imposed little cocoon of safety. In fact, I think I even found a way to piss off Corey Jo, who thus far, as taken each and every one of my cock slapping jabs full 'cross her cum encrusted puss chops and wiggling that poor lil' nubbin of hers for more and more abuse. (What is it with the ladies slobbering with lust over my gay ass, when all I want is a sweet, muscled man ass wrapped up tight about my cock as I stroke and poke us to fruition?!?)
But, per usual, I digress... What really brought me out of my safe place is that, today, I read on the internet, that Rick Welts, a long time NBA executive and now President and Chief Executive of the Phoenix Suns, has formally come out as being gay. I'm heartened for obvious reasons. This is a highly regarded sport executive, that has proven himself to be one of the main architects in making modern day NBA as big and widespread as it is today. Among many things, he was behind making the NBA All Star Weekend, with Slam Dunk Contest and Old Timers Game, and won accolades in his role of establishing the W.N.B.A.
I'm DISheartened for many reasons, some more personal than others. I'm saddened by the fact that he spent the majority of his career unable to share his long time partner with co-workers and business friends, but not disheartened. I'm saddened that when his partner died from complications of AIDS, he had no friends from a business perspective to lean on, as he tried to work and live with his pain, but not disheartened. I'm saddened that he had to wait, alone, until tests results came back negative, but not disheartened. Lastly, I'm saddened that a second long term relationship had to terminate, as his second lover didn't want to live in the shadows, but, again, not disheartened. I'm disheartened because, if he were me, out and openly gay, he would never have had that opportunity to showcase his talents in the world of professional sports. Forget being on the field of play, I'm good, but not that good, but even in my little world of sports, it is uncomfortable at best, naked in a room filled with heterosexual men. But, even as an executive, I know I wouldn't be accepted, even NOW. I am a smart, athletic, professional man, but I wouldn't be able to hide myself to get that chance, nor would I care to. So, yes, I am disheartened!
I am disheartened because an openly gay man doesn't have the same opportunity, in the big business of professional sports, as a closeted one. I am disheartened that he says he wants to be a mentor for other gay people that have aspirations for a sports career, but where the FUCK was he when I was coming out?!? And what is his example, shut the FUCK up for 30 years, make your mark, and then go public? I always knew I wasn't good enough to be a professional athlete, so, as I trained and sweated and practiced, I also studied and studied and studied some more, hoping, one day, I could go into the business side of sports. All of that went to Hell in a hand basket when I sucked Mark's dick, and fell in love with cock, man-ass and the sweet, syrupy musk of a man's thick load of Heaven on earth. I am who I am and I am what I eat...dick, cum and man ass. Yes, it's true, I suckle on the lips of my man's shit encrusted asshole, and I fuck'n LOVE IT! But, also, I am no flapp'n vagina, begging for cock, either. And if I were, who would fuck'n care. A woman, a cock suckling, cum accepting woman has more of a chance getting hired in the front office of a major league sport team than any man that loves doing the same damn thing. So YEAH, I'm disheartened, disgusted and pissed fucking off!
But, life marches on...I started my own business, and climbed up my ladder by working hard and being honest in who and what I am. I don't advertise it, but I don't hide who I am to my clients, either. I sometimes wonder, like today, if I am missing out on my potential of what I could do in the world of big business, but...then Mark comes home, shoulders slumped, tired and beaten down by the corporate bullshit, and I know I'm doing it right. I'm doing it MY WAY!
Sorry for my long ramble, but this one was a little too close for comfort, and brought up a lot of old soars and dropped dreams. I do hope that others out there, similar to me, but just starting out, take heart from what Mr. Welts has done, and don't give up on their dream. If you really feel like you got the goods, go after it, seek him out, if you can, and put your whole heart and soul into being a sport executive that just happens to suck dick better than any damn clit swinging lass with big tits and a penchant for thighs to the skies, as they whisper sweet lies through orgasmic cries.
Anyways, on to the PICS!!
Rafa
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