shots of Lower Sackville, Halifax, NS

cape breton pervert

My ex. He groped everyone he could at the gay bar. I introduced him to the world of gay, for when he left his daughters fat mother, he say he never cheated. But a week before our 1yr anniversary, he cheated on me with his friend, a straight friend, matthew skinner. Sucked his dick. And I stayed. Took me 2 yrs to blow up and end it. He wanted to have sex with his daughters english boyfriend. Tried to get the 18 yr old drunk. did i mention alvin is 46yrs old? I put up with his lies and games and let him control me. He made fun of me to his family and laughed at me, a faggot queer bitch. He sat at my friends house while on vacation with me and talked about sucking some crazy fag. He wanted to do anyone he wanted. Even his own nephews. Dale. And Brandon. He told his nephew dale he wants to suck him off, got him to piss with him, to see his dick. He grabbed his 2osomething nephew's ass, and masturbates over sex with his young male family.
A mean sex obsessed pervert.

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A Man Rant

So, Honey Badger (she selected the name, I liked it) and I got to comparing some notes on our men.  Honey reminisced on her ex, and I, on you guessed it, Mr. Str8, about the annoying behaviour of some  men’s video game addiction…
Honey: Tell everyone about our rant (laughing)
Me: So Str8 has picked up another  Playstation video game. He came down for weekend.  I worked on the Sunday, so we confirmed, on the way into town in the morning, that I was off at 6:30.  He said he would leave at 6:20.  I texted him after 6pm.  After I was walking to meet him, I get a text “u off at 6:30 or 7:30?”  He got caught up playing this game, and was over 30 minutes late…..so not impressed.  Then, the very next night we agreed to meet at the market.  I texted him ten minutes away from the store.  He showed up late, 20 minutes later.  Oh, and why you may ask?  Yup, frickin video game!  Was I a happy princess?  Not so much.  He being a j-a, laughed it off. Men!
Marla: (laughs)

Marla: (laughs)
Honey: Ya, A-H would play his video games all night, for hours, and stay up late, even though he had to be up at 6am, he would play past 1am!  stupid.
Me: Right?  And ok, if that’s not bad enough, I leave Str8 for the day, and know he is on that blasted thing all day, and when I get home, there are dishes, and  bags and wrappers all over my counter like some junk food atom bomb went off!  It’s not like there is a garbage can under the sink, oh no, that one just leaves a mess like a teenage junkie!
Honey: (laughing) I know, they lose all sense, wasting their time.
Me: Trust me, just like Carlie said, we could strip off and do a lap dance and get pushed away like we don’t exist.  Zombies the lot of em.
Honey: Why are men like that?
Marla: Men are like overgrown kids.
Me: More or less. I don’t get it.  If I don’t respond to Str8 when he wants me to, I get flack! Now, ladies, you have to understand men are designed by biology to be the hunter.  So they hunt, watch sports, play video games or build things to keep them active, no longer the caveman that actually brought back the bacon.  Housework, cooking and cleaning, that is not a man’s job.  Do they not realize, but not paying attention and doing what we want, that they make it worse for them?
Honey: That pisses me off, because when I used to try to get him to bed, he would bitch and complain, and sulk.  (laughing)  Hey, wait, but you are still a man.. so…
Me: Gurl, I i-dent-ify…it’s not my fault God gave me the pole and not the valley.  It is a wonderful curse… I get to…
Honey: And that is where you should end this rant before it get’s triple x… Say ‘see you later’
Me:….oh… (pout) men.. I will leave it at that… see you all later..

We all have things that annoy us, and we can annoy our partners.  But for love, we may complain, but at the end of the day, we secretly look back and laugh.  It’s the little things that make a relationship.  No one is perfect.

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Brock Zan

Brock Zanrosso.. was runner up on the Next Star (and mini-pop tween/teen XFactor), and is now about to release his debut CD.  He is amazingly talented, brilliant, hot and sexy.. a rising star in Canadian music!

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Quality Time: For Love or Sex?

Spending quality time with someone, is an important part of human development.  We all know about belonging, and needs.  Some of us have more social skills then others.   (We all knew folk like that..hell, we could be them even).  There is as many things we like to share, as there are people to share them.  Friends always have it easy.  I know the friends I can watch ‘Sex and the City’ with, or ‘Glee’, do dinners, movies, drink, run the roads, or do a spa night.  Once you cram a Samantha, Charlotte, or Miranda, (or even a Carrie),  into a significant other…and sex…it gets a little complex.

While courting, Str8 was more than willing to take me out, meet up with my friends for drinks and half price h’ordeuvres, and listen to us complain about work.  We did restaurants at lest twice a month.  Movies.  We would play favourite songs for each other, watching the videos on YouTube.  Sit on the deck, and star-gazer with a glass of wine.  Ah, the good old days

Now-a-days, I have been a soundboard for him about video games.  He explains them to me, thinking my hovering over him is a sign of interest.  (I do this to either bug him or annoy him  into not playing).  I have also taken to try to show some interest.  I have sat to watch him play.  Encourage him.  Scream at zombies.  Even played some with him.  On the other hand, I have taken to his interest in making homemade wine.  (It’s alcohol, after all.  And wine..a love we both share).  It’s something we do.  Even if he does most of the work, and I take orders.  (“hand me that towel”, “hold the tube”, “see this packet?  It is…”)  I feel like Igor, to his Count Dracula…  However, it is something we can do together.

I have in turn shared my pastimes of writing.  He is impressed with the blog, even if he says things like: “Do you think all those people really read your shit, or do they just happen on it by mistake?”     I know, I wish I could put into words how I feel about his support.  Or, my digital photo art.  He has been good with that. Even if he says things like:  “You did that?  Not bad.  What the fuck is it?”

This summer, we started a new thing.  On gorgeous days, in the heat and sun of summer, (the 3 days we were blessed with this year), we drive in to town to Point Pleasant Park.  And feed the squirrels.  Or, as a child, Str8 called them, ‘square-els’.  It is fun, and I have more squirrel photos than I do of him, or us together.  (Str8: “One picture each time we go is enough.  You starting a fucking blog about squirrels?”)

I will take the quality time of watching science-fiction with Str8 on my laptop, any day.  I guess, really even in movies, we willing give in to each other’s interests, just to enjoy being with each other.  While patriotic myself, (Jenna, my NDP cap is off to you), for me, being an artist, I have made Str8 sit through Canadian films.  “Gunless’, ‘Splice’, ‘Mambo Italiano’ (which, being a gay movie, he loved, even without any sex scenes)..and I have sat through some groaner, low quality kung fu movies.

I mean, I am not sure I could find myself being Katie Holmes-like to join Scientology, even for Tom Cruise.  (Sorry Tom).  Or find myself in the middle of croc territory, (no matter how much I love animals), like Terri did for Steve  ‘Crocodile Hunter’ Irwin.  (Sorry Terri).  However, I do enjoy every precious moment I have with the man I love, even if he is Str8.  And we all have learned our own limits when it comes to taking on our significant other’s interests.  That as humans, we are willing to make the case for companionship, and no matter how mundane, or exciting, we will do things for the ones we love.  More precisely, the truth is, that as Maslow said, we will do just about anything to get laid.  What?  It’s the nookie.  Right?

Paint it any colour you want, but humans are social creatures.  We thrive with interacting with others.  As creatures looking for companionship, we have so much to share.  It’s not about just the common interests, but the ones that are different.  Of all the reasons we will ourselves to share things together, is it just the prime directive of sex?  Do straight men really go to the opera just to sit next to their ladies?  Do ladies really suffer football just for the tight ends?  As much as it is for love?  Are we willing to try new things, for the sake of sex?  Or love?  Both?  What hobbies, interests, pastimes, adventures do you share with your partner?

Random Update: End of September

Str8 left Monday, for work, and is on his off time, and not driving down.  I think its more for peace and quiet than driving 8+ hrs to be here for a few hrs with me.  Apparently as the 'missy', I rather do the role well.  Maybe too well...pout.
I had a day off yesterday, not much really done.  Although, I watched Desperate Housewives, Doctor Who, and 2 & 1/2 Men....Saving my domestics for buying the videos..
Which means really no cleaning done.  Meh.  I am working on regaining my focus on life again.  Something I have been not doing, for a while.  Also like depression.  I figure it has something to do with the time of year.  Memory plays games and about a yr now, it only gets worse.  Wonder what that means....
another article on therealbryon@wordpress.com
so that was fun..though...readership down.  Pout.  I will do the great article that will change the world.  Or not.  lol
And a good friend, and neighbour was let go at work today.. so sad.. I am really sick with it.  I wish I could help her and her family out.  Rough times for them. Such bad timing.
Keep my nose clean, and job hunt on the side. 

Want: the Wanted

Love these guys.. so good, I think as good as the greatest boy bands: Westlife, Take That,
I got Str8 obsessed with them also..

Dream Lover