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Yesterday, once more, I was looking for the right expression. I think, it is clear, what I liked to describe. *g* But look, how sick an Internet page can be!

http://www.pukeplanet.com/

to talk on the big white telephone (sl.) I would say, this expression is my absolute favourite. *g* But on this really sick page you can find 337 more ways to tell people, how you feel after a long night at the pub.*g*

339 Puke Synonyms

Here I found two explantions for cheeky ( Sorry, you have to look up it yourself, I am not allowed to copy the text):

->The best of British

->English2American

By the way, I do not talk about the bottom either.

Up to now I have lived in an old Portuguese farmhouse, in which I run a Bed&Breakfast. And in my free time, which has been sometimes quite a lot, I have written poems and short stories. But then a few months ago I decided for myself to leave my beautiful home for a while and to go back to high school and as soon as possible to university. ... Jurisprudence ...uuuuaaahhhh ... *g*. Actually, I do not behave or look like a lawyer or even a judge. But I think, it could be the contrast, which attracts me to this dull subject matter. I mean, sometimes I am a really crazy person and I always have avoided doing too normal things, because they always have bored me. Law, oh no, even I, myself, cannot believe this. But first comes high school. Two years.
By the way, after this two years I have to graduate in English as well. I hope this blog will help me a little. But, thank God, I have this two years more for learning. At the moment I would fail. *g* So - feel free to correct me.*g*

How do I feel today?

I woke up this night, because I dreamt of my (ex)girlfriend. It was a very sad night.

Hello timekillingkid, that's a really interesting ARTICLE you've written. I can recognize a lot of things which also happened to me. Not all, but a lot. But on one point I disagree with you. I would say, if metrosexual Backham came to a pub in my village, none of the gays would offer him some special activities. *g* Just a metrosexual appearance can not be the only explanation for this phenomenon. I think, every gay would instinctually feel that Backham don't want a man . And a lot of the "new" meterosexual looking men are more macho than the men in my father's or grandfather's generation. So it must be something else, which tell a gay man that someone could be the right person for an offer. *g*
Recently I follow another trace. I think, gay men often are searching for sensitive persons as a potential lover, who have something female in their thinking. (!Not in their behavior!) Which, as also your blowjob story shows, stands from time to time in stark contrast to some really direct and not very romantic gay sex practices. ...mmhh ... Are gays still hetero machos, who are just searching for a girl with a six-pack and a penis? ... mmhh ... (To be continued.)

That' s exactly what I ask myself from time to time when I go out by night in my little Portuguese fishing village. Fishing village - sounds very romantically. But I think, nowadays, we have more tourists here than fishermen, and sometimes even more than we have fishes. *g* And it seems to me half of our tourists are gay. And sometimes it seems to me most of them want me. *g* Don' t get me wrong being gay is absolutely ok. Even I, myself, haven't decided until now, if I will stay just hetero for the rest of my life. But that' s not the point. The point is that at the moment I am not gay, and my wish to change this is not really strong. Especially, as I have this sweet and cheeky girlfriend, I told before. ...mmhh... What was the Question about? ... Oh, yes. ... Do I really look so gay? ... Or better, why do gays are so wild about me? When I look into the mirror, I can not recognize anything really gay on me. I mean, ok, I look really sexy, and athletic, and boyish(nice word). My teeth are in good condition and every day I take my moisturizer. *g* That' s what I could see in the mirror. But I think, there is nothing unusual on me. Nothing an other modern hetero man would have or do, too. So, maybe it is my way to behave. Mmhh ... I spread out my little finger, while I am drinking from a glas of beer. I eat my grilled chicken wings with fork and knife. I prefer to sit at the toilet, while making wee-wee. And I am a big fan of ABBA. ... Oh my God, actually, I must be gay! ...Stop! ... None of the gays, I meet by chance at night in a pub, can see in my eyes, that I like ABBA or how I usually eat my chicken wings and at the toilet I always close the door. Ok.. my little finger ... mmhh ... but just because of my little finger ... I can not believe this. There must be something else making me so attractive... mmmhhh ...mmmhhh... (To be continued.)

This morning I was searching for poems written by Heinrich Heine. Of course for English translations of them. But it was not so easy. And I was really surprised by the choice the translators have taken. They almost have taken his political poems, although his love poems are so beautiful and honest and even better, if someone would ask me.
Ok, it is good to know that Heine dreamt of a world where people can live without being at authorities mercy. Some even call him a socialist or a communist, because of his interest in Marx' ideas, but, actually, that' s not true. I would say he was a democrat and he wrote his political poems, satires etc., because he was convinced that all human beings should have the same rights. And as a Jew he knew what he was taking about. And I am sure he was the first real European. He lived as a German immigrant in France. Where he got married to a French women. And where he wrote really beautiful poems about love, life, and death. …Oh Jesus, I almost have forgotten this: Of course he was a real Romantic or better a real romantic. *g*

Here is one of his poems I love a lot(, but there are better ones. I will search for their translation. *g*)

‘Ein Weib’ (A woman)

At six in the morning they hung him high,
At seven they buried him under the sky,
But as eight o’clock went past
She drank red wine and laughed.

Heinrich Heine

Isn't it beautiful and nevertheless we will never stop loving the women. *g*

Today I was out for lunch. Some of my neighbors joined me for a tasty Portuguese meal. We had some really good grilled fish which is called robalo (seabass).

Some years ago, I had decided never to fall in love again, because The Love of my Life had broken my little heart into thousand pieces.

But then, after a long period of darkness, I came across a sweet, charming, and also cheeky young girl and my old, scarred, and hardened heart, suddenly, softened and got fluffy and weak, and what I never had expected happened, I fell in love again.

And falling in love was such a wonderful feeling. I swear, the colours were brighter, the sky was higher, people around me were more pleasant, I felt myself stronger and taller *g* and everything seemed possible to achieve for me.

And since it is such a great feeling to love, I will never stop loving again, even if my cheeky young girl will leave me one day.