All Activity

This stream auto-updates   

  1. Last week
  2. If he’s rich, cultured and gorgeous, he is probably a psychopath. Is your guy too good to be true? Do you see some behaviour which concerns you? If so perhaps you’ve hooked up with the Patrick Bateman of the gay world? Alex Hopkins shows you how to distinguish Mr Perfect from Mr Perfectly Vile. You’re not the priority Dating should be fun. If it feels like pulling teeth, move on. Sure, there’s such a thing as ‘the chase’, but when it feels like you’re running the Boston Marathon while inside an oxygen tent, forget it. If he’s interested in you, he’ll make time to see you – and you won’t be the one always taking the initiative and doing all the running. He’s a compulsive liar It takes time to get to know someone, and of course, it’s foolhardy to reveal everything about your life within the first few dates but beware the guy who is withholding too much. Secrets aren’t necessarily sexy, particularly when you find out there’s another boyfriend on the go, your dream date goes under three different names and the income he says comes from running an “art shop” is in fact derived from his extremely busy “arse shop”. Google is your friend. Everything is sexual The first thing he asks you, as you sip your drink, is how many times a week you wank. Then he chooses the moment you’re biting into that Quarter Pounder with Cheese to ask what sort of porn you prefer – oh, and to casually drop in the fact that he’s considering a little foray into the porn industry himself, would mind? The killer, of course, is when you come back from the toilet to find him checking out his Grindr – or slipping the bartender his phone number. He’s rude to “little people” It was legendary bitch hotelier Leona Helmsley who famously quipped “only little people pay taxes”, just before being banged up for massive tax fraud. Beware of the queen who thinks what he does for a living and what he earns makes him better than others. Some gays wear their privilege like a colostomy bag. If he’s rude to the waiter, he’ll turn against you in time – so be warned. He’s a star fucker Everything about him is immaculate, just too polished. He’s dripping in designer labels, and when you check out his Instagram you see him posing and pouting like a wannabee pop star – in fact, a little more digging and you find out he is a wannabee pop star – and worse still, a reject from the X Factor. Perhaps that’s why he’s been not too subtly asking you about your “friends” (i.e. connections). And just who is that older, fatter guy he’s with in those Facebook photographs? His ‘manager’, naturally. There’s always been a fine line between ‘networking’ and prostitution. He’s a control freak There have been signs all along, but you’ve ignored them. At first, you find the possessiveness nice – it shows he’s really into you – but the questions about where you’ve been and who you’ve seen become endless, and the implication that you’re getting pounded by every male friend you have is rather tedious. And then there’s his apartment: the colour coordinated closet, the endless bottles of bleach, the neatly stacked tins in the kitchen with the labels all facing the same way. He’ll probably pass you hand sanitizer and dental floss before you nosh him off – and, no, of course, he won’t reciprocate. Yep, he’s a narcissist He’s charmed your mother. He can talk his way out of bankruptcy. He whips his t-shirt off at every conceivable opportunity. He screams if he doesn’t get his way. He boasts about fucking gay models and porn stars. He demands respect from bin men. He has a library of films cataloguing his sexual exploits, which he plays on a loop. And then, just when you think things can’t get any worse, you find a copy of Donald Trump’s “Think Big and Kick Ass” under the bed. Run for the hills. Ever had a nightmare boyfriend? Share in the forum!
  3. From the article about nightmare boyfriends.... have you ever had crazy one? What did they do? Share your funny anecdotes or stories.
  4. Same new here (:
  5. The feud between Bette Davis and Joan Crawford has provided gay men with infinite joy for over 50 years. It’s now been turned into an FX series starring Susan Sarandon and Jessica Lange as the warring divas. Alex Hopkins looks at the reasons behind the mutual hatred we so love. It all started with a man… Bitterness, jealousy, lost chances, regret, and mutual loathing, no, not the come down after Pride weekend, but the origins of the Crawford/Davis feud, which of course, started with a man, or rather the absence of a man. Joan, it seemed, was stealing Bette’s thunder from the outset. When Bette starred with Franchot Tone in Dangerous and fell in love with him, Joan did the only truly friendly thing – she waltzed in and married him. The scene was set for a lifetime of rampant rage. A combative cock fiend The stories about Joan’s endless games of hide the salami are the stuff of legend. You could argue that she was always destined to be the Hollywood bike: her mother Anna LeSueur took in laundry for money – and, rumour has it, plenty of men. Then there was the small matter of the alleged porn movies which Joan later tried to have destroyed, which was all fodder to Bette, naturally, who famously remarked that Joan had slept with every star on the MGM lot, except Lassie. Joan, to be fair, was honest about the open-door policy down at Chateau Crawford: “I like sex – and it likes me,” she said. When Bette announced that sex was a joke, Joan quipped “I think the joke is on her, dear.” Talent v beauty Like two bitter old queens, Bette and Joan both wanted what the other one had. Joan – a chorus girl (to put it politely) – envied Bette’s formidable acting prowess, while Bette – with her buggy eyes – longed for the glamour and beauty of the former Miss LeSueur. “She’s got eyebrows like caterpillars”, Bette said of Joan – but another comment, later in life, perhaps revealed Bitchy Bette’s real feelings: as Joanie’s face appeared on a huge screen in luminous close-up, La Davis apparently said “Damn! That dame had a face”. It’s not that dissimilar to us gay boys when we slag off the “Muscle Marys’ for having arses like dump trucks, is it? Jealousy makes you vicious – but very funny! Bette Davis and Joan Crawford in 'Whatever Happened to Baby Jane' 1962. Image: Wikipedia Broads ‘n bitchfests Those gays we hate are often those we have quite a lot in common with – though we are loath to admit this, of course. The gays who have very public, longstanding feuds are usually those with egos the size of Mars. The issue was that both Bette and Joan were knuckle-fighting broads who clawed their way up to top – and would do anything – and anyone – to stay there. The sad thing is that they were both grappling with the same demons: booze, ageing in Hollywood, troublesome children, but as we all know, there can only ever be one queen bee. Beware the woman scorned… Attack – as any self-respecting scene queen knows – is the best defence mechanism – and how well Bette and Joan knew this. But it wasn’t just one another that they laid into – anyone who threatened to steal their limelight was fair game. “There’s nothing wrong with my tits, but I don’t go around throwing them in people’s faces,” said Joan of Marilyn Monroe. At some point in the mists of time, Joan allegedly invited good old Mazzers over to her Brentwood mansion. Somehow – no doubt aided with plenty of liquor – La Crawford persuaded Marilyn to indulge in a spot of minge munching. Joan’s screaming orgasm terrified Marilyn – and when Joan subsequently invited her back for seconds, and Marilyn gracefully declined, the knives were out. Who hasn’t slung some well-aimed mud at the evidently blind queen who has had the audacity to refuse one’s advances? It’s simply outrageous! Two titans finally meet… Needing the work, Bette and Joan were eventually thrust together to make 1962’s Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? Where – in a triumphant casting coup – they very aptly played two warring sisters. The stories of their onset antics and the long-awaited explosion of the simmering feud have delighted gays for over half a century, and are currently lighting up the silver screen in Feud, based on Shaun Considine’s best seller. One can’t help but feel that Bette and Joan would be delighted that their outrageous shenanigans are now being discovered by a whole new generation of fans. Hurray for Hollywood!
  6. Earlier
  7. Hi
  8. Hello Ny_Tro.
  9. Hello from Ohio :-)
  10. Families: can’t live with them, can’t live without them – at least certainly not in the world of Xavier Dolan.'s Alex Hopkins reviews Dolan’s latest film; It’s Only the End of the World. French-Canadian enfant terrible Xavier Dolan, at the age of just 28, has already become a master of family dysfunction. It takes a certain audacity, after all, to call your debut feature I Killed My Mother – and then to add that it was semi-autobiographical. His latest film, It’s Only the End of the World, screened at this years’ BFI Flare London LGBT Film Festival, continues his favourite theme of simmering familial hatred and resentment, in what may be his most intense movies yet. Dolan’s latest project is based on the play of the same name by Jean-Luc Lagarce. The story is intimate and deceptively simple: a young playwright, Louis – played by a suitably tortured Gaspard Ulliel - returns home – after a long absence – to tell his family that he is terminally ill. The scene is set for endless bickering as long-held tensions resurface, and Louis attempts to muster the courage to break this bombshell. Image from Xavier Dolan's 'It’s Only the End of the World' courtesy of BFI Flare This is an actors’ film – and Dolan has assembled a formidable cast, headed by Nathalie Baye as Louis’ babbling mother, Lea Seydoux as his sister, Vincent Cassel as his antagonistic brother Antoine and Marion Cotillard as Antoine’s long-suffering wife. There are brief initial attempts at pleasantries as the group is reunited, but these soon break down as they tear one another to pieces, with a ferocity which is both deeply unsettling yet thrilling to watch. The source of rage appears to be Louis’ success. It’s not difficult to see why he chose to flee his small-minded rural childhood, but it’s evident that his family have never forgiven him for doing so – especially not his brother Antoine played with vile zeal by Cassel. The relationship between the siblings forms the core of the film, constantly threatening to spill over into violence as Dolan leads us – with increasingly dread – to the claustrophobic climax. As in all of Dolan’s films, homosexuality – Louis is gay – is not the central issue. Yes, Antoine mimics his brother’s voice, and there are some homophobic jibes, yet this is merely part of the more general tide of hostility directed towards Louis – not the cause of it. Elsewhere, we’re reminded of Dolan’s acute sensitivity when it comes to the complexity of the mother-son bond. In a remarkably tender scene between Baye and Ulliel, the mother confronts her son about his futile attempts to keep in contact with the family over the years, culminating in a deep embrace between the pair. In typically tight camera work, Dolan exults in drawing out, the camera panning in on Baye’s hand as it lingers adoringly on her son’s back. It’s one of many highly stylised moments in a film during which little happens, but that all that is said – as is sadly the way with families – becomes the irreversible stuff of nightmares.
  11. I always swallowing, no matter how much cums in fact the more there is the better, it all goes to my tummy .....
  12. If the mood strikes,then ill use them.intense cum when doing them,dont care for the side effects though
  13. yeah,swallow it all.
  14. very nice article
  15. is pleased to report that the age-old tradition of al fresco cruising is still alive and well in certain parts of London – it’s just knowing where to look. Once upon a time, in deepest, darkest central London, there was a wonderful little place called Bloomsbury Square. As night fell – and the tourists have finally retreated to their hotels – something truly beautiful would happen: lots of little fairies with big, wavy wands would, as if by magic, appear and play for hours amongst the ancient oaks and wild bushes. There was, it seemed, no end to their joy and vigour in this paradise on earth where everyone was so, so happy - well, everyone except for the neighbours who were furious about all the condoms littering the pavements. And that’s basically where this fable ends: sometime in the early 2000s the council placed nasty, big padlocks on the gates and all the fairies vanished in a puff of smoke. It would be years before they were seen again - and then only as shadows of their past glory: headless torsos on gleaming smartphones. Who needs to brave the harsh elements for jollies when you can tap an app? The demise of outdoor cruising was perhaps best summed up when we asked the biggest slut we know which locations he frequented in London for a bit of hot, male-on-male action, and he replied: “Not sure. I don’t indulge because I like beds and slings”. That being said, onwards with our guide... Blackheath, SE3 0TY This vast open space is situated in south London, between Greenwich and Lewisham. The action takes place in a wooded area (of course!) bordered by Greenwich Park Wall. Head down into a little valley on the edge of Blackheath and rummage around with your big stick. Clapham Common, SW4 9DE One of London’s oldest and most infamous gay cruising grounds is to be found on the vast stretch of open common land at the end of Clapham High Street, south London. The shenanigans occur on the west side of the common, in the wooded area close to the south circular road. It’s busiest all through the night and is just a short stumble from the nearby Two Brewers if you haven’t pulled. Be warned though: the Clapham Common frequently hit the headlines with robberies and violence, and for many is forever associated with the 2005 murder of Jody Dobrowski. As ever with cruising, known the risks and watch your back – in more ways than one. Finsbury Park, N4 1EE Even cottages (or tea rooms), it seems, aren’t exempt from the march of gentrification in London. This north London park used to be full of public conveniences where men could stop off for a bit of importuning in their lunch hour – now the main one is an art gallery! Still, do not despair: a nature trail quite aptly provides the setting for some daytime antics, while you can catch some rampant, nocturnal action by sauntering through the Manor House gates and turning to your right. On a good night, it can be a case of ‘form an orderly queue, boys…’ Hampstead Heath, NW3 7ES This is, without a doubt, London’s most notorious cruising ground – if not the UK’s. In fact, thanks to the late George Michael, who was very open about who rummaged through his Greek bush in these bushes, the area is, it’s fair to say, probably internationally renowned. We can’t promise you’re going to drill a celeb (more likely a middle-aged, closeted MP), but in the summer all shapes and sizes flock to Hampstead’s men’s pond. However, year-round – day and night - cruising goes on in the area behind the former pub, Jack Straw’s Castle, on North End Way. Take a picnic and burrow deeper into those dark spots. Tooting Bec Common, SW17 8JU It’s no wonder so many gays live in south London with all these opportunities to grab some fresh air and meat. Just past Balham, lies another little enclave of depravity. Head up Bedford Hill and leap into the woodland on the left-hand side before you reach the railway bridge. If you get lost, just look out for the guy stapled to his smartphone – who knows, he may be ditching Grindr and seeking directions for some real-time, no messing, hardcore fun – just like in the old days… Know of any cruising areas? List them on
  16. Yes. You just have to be open to it, most people aren't. Someone messages you and they could be the one but you see a flaw about them you're not exactly happy about, like they're not thin, muscular, sexy or pretty enough, and you loose out. Society has made you believe that only beauty is worth falling in love with. Truth is you're not finding love because you're shallow or you're looking in the wrong places. You want to find real love? Put aside society and look less for beauty and more for personality, because in the end looks aren't important, it's what's inside that counts. You want to have an overly beautiful person where the only thing in common is staring at each other with barely any conversations? or a lifetime with someone who's attractive but not a super model who you connect with and have lots in common with? Personally I choose the second one, because I love a good conversation that lasts through the night, with laughter and good company. Someone who knows more about my personality then what I look like or have in my pants. Those are the relationships worth having, that's real love.
  17. writer Alex Hopkins reviews two films at this year’s BFI Flare London LGBT Film Festival - 'The Trans Sex Workers of Istanbul' and 'Right of Passage' - which highlight the plight of LGBT refugees in Germany, and Transgender sex workers in Istanbul. The most lethal place in Europe to be Trans Back in 2015 LGBT life in Istanbul made the headlines when that year’s Pride festival was shut down by riot police. The images – of brutal beatings by those in authority who are supposed to protect us – shocked the world. Andy Hayward’s bold documentary The Trans Sex Workers of Istanbul is similarly upsetting, exploring the endemic transphobia which has seen Turkey leading the way in Europe for the number of Trans murders. From its brutal opening scene – video footage of a Trans person being kicked by multiple assailants – Hayward’s film spares us little. We’re introduced to a series of Trans sex workers who are forced to work the hostile streets to fund their transition. “I didn’t want to do sex work. I had no choice” explains 22-year-old Zeynep, as she conceals a meat cleaver against her headboard in preparation for a client’s visit. These Trans women are survivors – of beatings, stabbings and kidnappings – and have the scars to prove it. Image taken from the documentary 'The Trans Sex Workers of Istanbul'. Courtesy of BFI Flare. A country built on dicks “Every week we lose one of our friends, and the government do nothing,” says Sevval Kilic, a DJ, former sex worker and now prominent Trans activist. Kilic’s testimony forms the backbone of Hayward’s film. She’s fierce, eloquent and witty as she puts the Trans murders into context: “We built a country on dicks,” she spits. “We worship dicks. This country is a mecca of the patriarchal system.” Most of the stories we hear are horrendous. Gullen, for example, was stabbed 22 times by clients: in the throat, in her lungs and elsewhere on her body – yet she still must walk the streets to eat. “No one comes here with an abundance of emotions,” says Ela without a shred of self-pity. Transphobia, she explains, is – unlike in the UK and USA – not something to be ashamed of, no, it’s almost a badge of honour. What future, then, is there for these Trans women? Hayward’s film may be grim, but it is not without hope. We watch on, inspired, as Turkey’s LGBT community come together once more at Pride 2016, visible and rebellious, despite the barrage of violence. Image taken from the documentary 'The Trans Sex Workers of Istanbul'. Courtesy of BFI Flare. Escaping the horror Germany has taken in more refugees than any other country in Europe – and a significant proportion of these have been LGBT people. Turkey has also been one of the states which LGBT people have stopped off in, on their way to a more tolerant European country. Emma Wheeler’s Right of Passage is a timely and important film looking at the challenges these LGBT refugees face integrating into an alien society. “No one would choose to leave his country,” explains a young Lebanese refugee, who finally came to this difficult decision to leave his country after meeting a guy on Grindr in Lebanon, who attacked him and pushed him from a third-floor window. Such entrapment is common in the country, he explains. His subsequent experiences in a refugee camp, however, were little better: as he details the homophobia he faced from his fellow refugees – one of whom attempted to rape him – we’re given a sharp insight into the cycle of intolerance and violence LGBT refugees will always struggle to escape. “The police killed a lot of my friends.” As in Andy Hayward’s film, the stories we hear in Right of Passage are frequently gruelling, depicting a viciousness which we, in the more liberal West, find difficult to comprehend. One refugee who escaped from Afghanistan – travelling first to Turkey, then to Greece and finally to Cologne – tells us flatly that the police killed a lot of his friends, “chopping them up and throwing the pieces on the road.” He talks about how he was forced to dance and was habitually burnt with cigarettes in a culture where you can be sent to jail for six months just for wearing makeup. A beautiful moment follows, however, in which we see him dancing in his room, his movements free and serene and full of joy. His resilience – possessed by all the interviewees – has seen him triumph over hatred. The strength of Wheeler’s film is derived from its subtlety. She simply shows things as they are: as they have been and as they now are for these people. At a time when the right-wing press swamps us with negative stereotypes of refugees, this tender portrayal of humanity seeps into your pores throughout this brief, but compelling film. “Home is not a place, it’s a feeling,” concludes the Lebanese refugee, “And Cologne has made me feel loved and secure.” That, surely, is what we all want – and deserve.
  18. Can real love be found? I have searched and am yet to get one...
  19. In March 2017, Facebook unexpectedly decided to remove the fan page for no clear reason - this is our open letter to the biggest social network on the planet. Dear Facebook, After eight long years together, you’ve suddenly decided to break up with us - for good. Without warning, you took it upon yourself to permanently delete the page with more than 400,000 fans that we spent years cultivating - with no clear reason why. Your break up news caught us off guard. Facebook, we always tried to follow your community standards ‘to a T’. We’re a proud gay dating community ourselves with rules and community guidelines. WTF did we do wrong? Did we unwittingly unleash a guy’s naked butt on your website by accident? But, you can’t (or won’t) tell us what we did wrong, despite us clinging to your leg for answers. Well, that’s your decision. Several years back, we, like most of the planet, fell in love with you and the way you got everyone connected. Remember all the fun times we had together? You made us feel special and told us that you’d give us the world with your shiny new advertising tool and fancy algorithms. We eagerly climbed into bed with you and stuffed hundreds of thousands of dollars down your pants, ‘cuz we knew you were good at getting people to visit our fan page. But, you know what? If we knew what mistakes we made, we’d put our arms up in the air and say ‘hey, it’s not you, it’s us’ - let us learn! But if we’re being honest here, it’s the reverse - It's not us, it's you. Like you, is all about connecting people, giving our users what they want and making them feel safe. We love our users - but unlike you, we don’t cut off and disengage with the people that provide us with the advertising revenue to keep our site free for users to enjoy. What’s the deal Facebook, you say you need businesses’ $$ to help grow and dominate the world - but you won't assist them, you just ignore them. Heck, we even tried to report hate speech on our page to you, but you told us that ‘killing gays’ wasn’t against your community standards. Do you have a problem with our big colourful rainbow? Well, it looks like you want it both ways. Yes, you might be too big to ignore, but nothing in life lasts forever. So, it’s a permanent goodbye then, faceless Facebook. We’re moving on. You’re not the smart, funny social network we fell in love with years ago. Bye, felicia. Have you experienced homophobia on Facebook? How was it dealt with? Let us know in the forum. is available to connect with on Twitter and Pinterest. Or better still, sign up with us for free!
  20. mhmm
  21. Thanks Kaliemay, welcome!
  22. I alway love the thought of tribbing with a woman. Are there any females that feel as I do? I have a burning desire to do this but haven't been able to do this for a long time now. It has been since my teens since I did it. It is a nice experience when you are two joined together and feel the bliss of both bodies touching. Kissing and holding each other close while moving in sync with each other. If anyone has thoughts please share. It does frustrate me when I hear porn movies and that is my biggest fantasy to do it. And for long periods of time.
  23. Hi. I am new here. Just joined today. I am from the USA and 48 years old. Blind and looking to make some friends and more. Just thought i drop in and say hi! :-)<3
  24. Alex Hopkins looks at two films from this year’s BFI Flare London LGBT Film Festival which show the LGBT community at its most powerful as it battles the legacy of colonialism. Colonialization never ends well, particularly for sexual minorities. One only needs to look at the situation in Uganda, one of the most hostile environments for LGBT people in the world, to see what happens when Christian missionaries foist their dubious morals on another culture. We have come to expect institutionalised homophobia from many African countries, but – as revealed by two important documentaries at this year’s BFI Flare London LGBT Film Festival - imperialism has also ruptured LGBT lives in India even near the Arctic Circle, leaving a dark legacy which the next generation is still struggling to overcome. Am I the only gay Eskimo? Few hidden LGBT histories are as fascinating – and little known – as that surrounding Inuit sexuality and the alternative family structures explored in Mark Kenneth Woods and Michael Yerxa’s wonderful Two Soft Things, Two Hard Things. Back in the 1950s, the Inuit population of north-west Canada was colonised and forced to live in settlement camps run by zealous missionaries. They were promised housing, animals and tools – but received precious little, leaving many of them sick, starving and separated from their loved ones. The ruthless attempts to assimilate this ancient culture into something other than they were has had a profound and long-lasting psychological and sociological effect on the Inuit population - particularly on LGBT people, who have been at increased risk of suicide and self-harm through drugs, alcohol and unsafe sex. Through interviews with young LGBT people and the touching story of how Nunavut’s first Pride picnic grew to become its first full Festival, we witness a moving journey of ‘unshaming’ and healing. Along the way, we hear the sadly all too familiar assertions that homosexuality never existed in the north and that gay people are paedophiles. What resonates throughout all of this, however, is the triumph of the collective will of a small, but mighty community over adversity – a determination to live life on their terms, whatever the costs. More interesting still, however, is the forgotten story of Inuit sexuality. We see how history is excavated and brought back to the present to reveal that same-sex relationships did indeed occur centuries ago in this remote, snowy outpost – despite the adamant denials of the rapacious colonisers. The message of this compassionate and intelligent film is ultimately a universal one: uncovering and understanding the past means we can re-examine society’s definitions around sexuality, gender and family structures – giving us the knowledge to empower the youth of tomorrow. Image from the documentary: Two Soft Things, Two Hard Things. India: Raging against the Raj The fight of LGBT people against brutal colonial ghosts – this time in India – is also the focus of Sridhar Rangayan’s award-winning documentary Breaking Free. The film, which was shot between 2007 and 2014, tracks the frequently traumatic but always startlingly brave attempts by India’s LGBT activists to eradicate section 377 of the Indian Penal Code, which makes sex with persons of the same gender punishable by law. The film is an excellent study of the power of activism, tracing the fledgeling LGBT rights movement in India from its initial demand for the decriminalisation of homosexuality in 1989, right through to its landmark victory in July 2009 with the Delhi High Court verdict making consensual sex between adults legal in private. We’re taken on a painful, heart-pounding journey, which – as we know – culminated in the devastating December 2013 judgment by India’s Supreme Court to overrule the High Court. You are, by this point, so deeply involved in the lives and dreams of Rangayan’s formidable interviewees that you too feel the depths of their pain at this defeat. The litany of human rights abuses suffered by India’s LGBT population – frequent beatings, sexual assault and extortion (and that’s just by the police, who we see repeatedly using Section 377 to live out their twisted desires) – is almost unimaginable. From the testimony of the Hijra who was gang-raped and then set upon by police with batons, to possibly the most devastating scene of all, in which a young woman breaks down as she describes her road sweeper brother who set himself on fire during yet another gang rape by the police, every story captivates and humbles as much as it shocks. India’s LGBT activists will not be cowed. The war against Section 377 still goes on – and the film concludes with the promise of a brighter future as we see images from scores of demonstrations around the world in support of equality. Yes, for now, the legal system may have won, but Rangayan’s depiction of a community breaking free from hatred, injustice and self-loathing reminds us that when we work together – our bonds cemented by love and integrity - it is only a matter of time before we triumph over the relics of an evil past. Create a free account on
  25. I love the vibrating eggs....and edging with one up my ass!
  26. It definitely exists!
  1. Load more activity