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Fee Fi Fo Fum ( A Gay Black Man's Poem)
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Oct 24, 2010 8:26 am
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Fee Fi Fo Fum
I'm gonna put something deep inside your bum
Fee Fi Fo Fum
Let me finger you with something bigger than a thumb
Fee Fi Fo Fum
Where in the world did that come from
Fee Fi Fo Fum
I'm gonna make you naughty so don't tell your mum
Fee Fi Fo Fum
Beating on something other than a drum
Fee Fi Fo Fum
Chewing on foreskin's better than gum
Fee Fi Fo Fum
Smelling your booty as I swallow your cum
Fee Fi Fo Fum
Moan and groan then you holler and hum
Fee Fi Fo Fum
Make your feel better than a bottle of rum
Fee Fi Fo Fum
Feeling kind of amorous, come and get you some.
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Damn! It Has Been A While!
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Aug 16, 2010 12:23 pm
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Guess who is back!
Sorry I've been away for far too long, but I hope to get back to my regular visits here.
A lot has happened in the my absence and I will bring you up to speed soon, by the end of the week. But someone wrote me and it got me back over here. So I just wanted to let everyone knows...
I'm still alive! I'm still kicking! I'm happier than ever and yes, I'm still homosexual!!! lol
Until next time, take care!
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Pal o' mine 4 Valentine!!!
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Feb 11, 2009 4:18 pm
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I've been crushing on you for quite a long time,
keeping all those feelings in the back of my mind.
But we both have no plans for Saturday night.
Maybe my desires should now come to the light.
When we're horsing around, and you get too close,
I get scared and nervous like I'm seeing a ghost.
When you comfort me, and I smell your cologne.
Let's just say sometimes that I am bad to the bone!
Could it possibly be, that you feel the same?
Going through the motions and playing the same game?
Should we just remain friends, or maybe be more?
Honestly, I don't know what we're debating for.
We're consenting adults and it's only one night.
It will be okay if we just go through it right.
If it feels good to you, when the sun 'rounds the bend,
friend could become relation with "ship" on the end.
Let's agree beforehand, if it isn't the best,
we will not let this one night alter or negate the rest.
There'll be nothing to lose, but a night's worth of sleep.
But everything else that we have, we'll certainly keep.
You could hug on a pillow and perhaps shed a tear.
Or you could hang with me and we'll have nothing to fear.
I will leave it to you, my friend, this Valentine's Day!
And hope to find that evening you have happened my way!
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Nothing Goes to Waste!!!
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Jan 31, 2009 3:35 pm
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Come and play with me and know that nothing goes to waste.
I can always find something to lick, rub, touch and taste.
If they're clean and pretty, I can sample all your toes.
Have been known to lick bald heads or so the story goes.
I love body hair and that's not limited to chests.
Legs, arms, pits, back, butt: I think I've covered all the rest.
Can't forget the happy trail that leads to underwear.
Rather back or front my dear, oh yes, I'll take you there!
Yes, I prefer hair but I will take stubble or smooth.
Just let me have my way and don't you dare disturb this groove.
Do you have a spot that's been neglected for some time?
Come and hang with me and I'll be sure to make it mine.
Have you ever had someone lick just behind your knees?
That and inner thighs boys, check it out and you will see.
You remember smegma? Ever docked or have been rimmed?
'Bout the only thing I won't do is women or trim.
So if some part of you is feeling, you know, somewhat chaste,
bring yourself to me where you know nothing goes to waste.
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Incompetent Slut!!!
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Jan 25, 2009 10:46 am
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Why are you trying to be a slut?
You're a hairy chest and a decent butt.
Not to look at but to get inside.
And you're not even that great of a ride.
You're still a bit loose and you don't last long.
And why in the hell do you have that schlong?
You're a bottom so you don't need the length.
Can't keep it up, so no implied strength.
You can't even satisfy somebody orally,
'less their length and time to climax comes to under three.
Too much effort, takes too long, famous lines of yours.
You don't care 'bout no one long as you release your spores.
Wonder why your husband doesn't want to sleep with you?
Nothing in the bedroom you are competent to do.
Wondered why you only get to touch a guy once?
You are not as good as you think or you claim, you dunce!
Wonder why your orgasms you have to make yourself?
You don't have the skills to try to please somebody else!
Ever thought why webcamming is now your only scene?
You can't disappoint someone through the computer screen.
Apparently, the Happy Homo was a bit unhappy with a playmate of his. Just remember, there's got to be a rain in your life to appreciate the sun. And this storm will be over soon!
The Happy Homo
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Tired Of That Closet Yet!?!
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Oct 8, 2008 1:50 pm
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Obviously, you're not afraid of the dark.
You went to the back and decided to park.
Claustrophobia isn't to blame
for why you're skirting around in shame.
Maybe you're picking out a new dress
'cause presently baby, you're one hot mess,
Never showing people who you really are,
only letting people get just so far,
Changing the pronouns and telling the lies.
Dating the women when you really like guys.
You don't have to be in either kind of drag.
You, like Papa, can get a brand new bag.
You don't have to be in six inch heels
to experience the high, that that freedom feels.
Head for the light underneath the door.
We're living out here, what are you waiting for?
Surely, it's not the smell of moth balls
that keeps you from answering your soul's calls.
Don't be scare because you're far from alone.
Don't let fear keep you from being your own.
This is one skeleton that need not be.
Walk out the door and you will see.
Every year I write something for National Coming Out Day. You have probably come across some, either my poems, articles and columns in various papers, magazines and website. I was going to repost one but came up with this in a short amount of time. Hope you enjoy it!
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Happy Birthday Michael!!!!
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Sep 16, 2008 10:05 am
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So as I said, it was one of the best times of my life. I had a two bedroom house at the time so someone always ended up in my bed. I paid all of the bills so I paid the cost to be the boss. I did all the cooking and cleaning and stuff like that, because I am a bit of a neat freak. But because I play as hard as I work and these two guys loved having fun and were a lot alike, we just always had a great time. Whether we were hitting the bars, sporting events, or just hanging around the house, we were always having fun. And since I have a tendency to spoil my men, they reaped the benefits of my joy with the situation. After all, I was in love with one and in lust with the other. And there were only three rules, no women in my house without my permission, don't steal off my bar and if I had not provided something you wanted, or you needed more than what I was offering, you needed to get it yourself. For example, I bought three cases of beer for each guy, I don't care for beer, and a gallon and a half of each Bacardi 151 for me, Jack Daniels for Michael and Wild Turkey for my co-worker each week. If you needed more than that, you needed a job. Eventually though, one of the rules was violated, no one came clean so they both had to go.
But one a happier note, I remember the first time I kissed Michael. We were laying on my bed watching television, drinking and talking. I was laying with my head at his feet and eventually he laid that way as well. After some time, he leaned over and pecked me on the lips. Being shocked and surprised because I didn't see it coming, I stared at him. That's when he told me he loved me and gave me a real kiss. That's when I learned that emotions really do enhance actions. I've always been a great kisser. He was just average. But this was the first kiss from the man I'd been in love with for fifteen years. He could have kissed like a plunger and drooled like a waterfall and I would have been on cloud nine!
But that wasn't the first time he told me he loved me. That honor came much earlier. We had gone to my favorite bar and most of the guy wanted some of him. Even the bartender, a gorgeous guy and a dear friend of mine, wanted him and got him good and drunk. I still haven't figured out if that was for his benefit or mine. But there was no doubt where he was going at the end of the night. He played pool with some of the guys, but always came back to me after every game. And if anyone came on to him, he tell them he was with me. If anyone became too aggressive, he came and got me! So at four in the morning, we head for home, walking because I knew how the night would end. I was mildly tipsy but my boy was gone. It got to the point where I had to put him on my back to get him home. It was during the piggyback ride that he said those words to me for the first time and pecked me on the cheek. I had learned a long time ago that although Michael would never lie, he was not inclined to share his thoughts or feelings... until he was drunk. So when he said I love you, I believed him.
And the first time we made love? I will never forget it. My co-worker was at work, but for some reason, I was in the other bedroom with Michael. I think he was taking a nap and I was to wake him up for work. Anyway, I went in and woke him up and we started talking. And then, there were no words. I remember it all, the kisses, the touches, the actions. I smile every time I think about it. All I can say it whether it took fifteen or sixteen years, it was so worth it! And when it was over, he held me in his arms and I played with his chest hair as we kissed. And we laid together basking in the afterglow...until my co-worker came into the house and reminded us that there was life outside that bed. Yes, he was late for work and I wore that glow for about a week.
Happy Birthday Michael! And if you are reading this, your present is that I regret my decision. I wish I had renegotiated our living arrangement. I wish I hadn't lost that time with you. Your mother and a friend was great about keeping me in the loop, but I wish I had been there for you. But I'm glad we are back in each other's lives now. I don't know what the future holds for us but it could never be as good as the past. Just know that I still love you and think of you often, but on this day in particular. I hope it is everything you want it to be and I will see you soon. I will switch to Jack and Coke tonight. You are one of two guys I would do that for.
Love you!
The Happy Homo
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Happy Birthday from the Happy Homo, Michael!!!
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Sep 15, 2008 3:57 pm
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Tomorrow is the birthday of one of my favorite guys and since I can't be with him in person, I wanted to spend a few moments with him in memories.
I met Michael seventeen years ago. I had moved into my new place and then went to work so I hadn't met any of my neighbors. At the time I had a respectable day job and worked at one of the gay bars at night. So when I got home from the bar that night, there were five guys on the porch next door, drinking and listen to music at four in the morning. I knew we would get along great. The funny thing was, when the sun came up and we were calling it a night, that's when Michael came up with a case of beer.
I was attracted to Michael right away, though he was really too skinny for me. He had beautiful eyes, a great smile and an infectious laugh. I loved the way his mustache and beard hugged his lips. I also loved the hair that was peeking over the top of his shirt. My only real complaint was his weight. If I were ever flatulent, I could literally blow him away. Anyway, everyone else was determined to go to bed and he didn't want to drink alone. Since I didn't have the work the day job, I hung out with him, getting a fifth of Wild Turkey from my bar since I only drink beer as a last resort. And despite all the reasons I shouldn't have been, I became enthralled with him from that time.
I was gay, but Michael was bisexual leaning more toward the ladies. I was overly serious and organized. He was more fun-loving and immature. I was a workaholic and he was an alcoholic. And over the next thirteen years, our strictly friendship weathered through mainly great times. We use to drink, talk and party all the time, sometimes at my place, rarely at his place and sometimes the bars, gay or straight. I'm a great cook so him and some of the other neighbors would eat at my place all the time. I even advised him on the rare occasion he actually found himself in a relationship with a woman. It wasn't always great though.
Frequently, I would have to pick him up out of his yard and get him into his place after he had drinked too much. I would occasionally have to lend him money or get him out of jams he created with his drinking. But he really only hurt me twice.
See, from the first time we met, he knew I was gay and attracted to him. But I never did anything to him that would hurt our friendship or that was out of line, except maybe the dare that I wouldn't kiss his naked behind, but he was one of the darers so it shouldn't count. We both just assumed that I would be the next man he would deal with. So imagine my surprise when I come over one morning and find some old troll there. So over breakfast, I get to hear this thing brag about the great time he had with Michael. Now Michael won't lie. He would either say nothing or fess up. He chose the later and it was months before I would even consider speaking to him.
The other time, I regret now. See, he had fallen on some hard times and was living with me, strictly as friends at first. But I started to grow on him I guess and he started making small steps towards a real relationship with me. He slowly became more intimate and more physical, not sexual, with me. This was at a time when I was enjoying the company of one of my co-workers outside of work. Eventually, my co-worker would move in as well and that was one of the happiest times of my life.
You know, I think I am going to finish this tomorrow. I want to spend some time with some very special memories of Michael, like our first kiss, the "l" word, THE first time and then wrapped it up with an apology of sorts.
Damn good men...another reason why I am...The Happy Homo!!!
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Pride Pool Party!!!!
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Jun 11, 2008 7:36 am
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Howdy Boys!!! Let me start off by saying Thank you and Hello! to my new buddy Chuck in Mississippi! Now about that trade you showed interest in. You can get one volume of the book ( there will be four to six) for your movie. So is it a documentary? A autobiography? I'm hoping for porn myself. Something like
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Greetings from East Carondalet!!!
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May 19, 2008 8:04 am
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As you know, this is the Happy Homo, coming at you... this site isn't cool with innuendo but the guys with two working heads can figure it out, from East Carondalet. That would be in Illinois, about fifteen minutes from Saint Louis.
Making a long story short, I came to Saint Louis to work on a project for about two weeks last month. As usual, I was impressive, so they asked me to stay the some to work on some other projects. But rather than pay for a hotel room for the extended stay, they hooked me up with a place close enough to commute but with no rent. Thus the Happy Homo meets the Kooky Couple.
It has been an interesting month, getting acclimated in this small town, with these two crazy gay guys and such. I won't share any stories here. You will have to buy the book!
So Memorial Day weekend is coming up. Normally I would be in Indianapolis, partying up a storm in some of my favorite bars in the country, checking out the guys at the qualifiers for the big race, and getting reacquainted with some of guys from my past. But this year will be different. I am hosting a get together, in hopes of meeting a few people I can hang out with and call friends for at least the summer.
Sadly, I don't seem very happy, do I? No, but the good news is... this is as bad as it gets for me anymore. A neutral kind of content...not too shabby huh? No bad days at all. Sure, unpleasant things happen. A stray cat shows up in the yard, sometimes a possum. I did find a snake in the pool once. But those less than thrilling moments hardly compared to the fun, laughter and happiness I usually experience, most of which are self induced. By my hobbies, by me creating situations to bring on those feelings, sometimes just by knowing what to do to make me feel better... a drink, singing a certain song, getting a man for one reason or another.
Another one of the reasons why I am...The Happy Homo.
P.S. If you close enough for a meet and greet this weekend, hit me up for details. There is a stipulation though~ Happy Homo meets Gay Guys! lol
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