I like to draw, paint, read, love comics and movies and science fiction. Anything else, just ask me. I have a dirty mind. Oh, and sexually, I love a dirty-minded domineering top! Ask if you want.
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Pop, R&B,techno, house, easy listening, rock. I like music, so depends on the sound. I can listen from Mariah Carey, Nelly Fertado,Gwen Stephanie, Lighthouse, Taylor Hicks, Lionel Richie, Whitney Houston, Cher, Tina Turner, Tony Rich Project, MatchBox20, Maroon Five, Selena, Sting, Genisis, The Beetles, R Kelley, and such.
Here's a video from Gay Pimp (sexy and sounds good!!)
Take me to the movie, and we'll see what "we" like. I can generally enjoy most movies. Just let's not rent the Titanic. Never got into that. Though, I'm willing to watch Grindhouse, and building up the courage to watch the last two installments of Saw.
Television:
If I can get you to sit next to me while we watch television, then I'm willing to watch what's on. Then again, if you want, I'll sit at your feet and massage them for you. Other wise, you'd catch me watching: Smallville, Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Housewives (how clichely gay of me), Heroes, Reeper, Stargate Atlantis, Battlestar Gallactica, Flash Gordon (relunctantly, I started watching, and now I like the show), Family Guy, Legion of Superheroes, the Batman, Ben10, Private Practice, ER (sometimes --somethings lost from the show), Torchwood, Dr. Who, you get the picture. Something I could cuddle up with someone special with.
You're a bottom. You tell everyone that you are versitile, that's BS. When you get a little older and discover how good it is being a bottom and you get over the stigma attached to bottom-hood, you too will experience the true joy of being a bottom.
It's Sunday, November 29th. Two days ago, I spoke with my ex-boyfriend's sister, she having received my message wishing them a Happy Thanksgiving. She was her usual warm and friendly self, except something seemed off. As we talked, she told me my ex had be re-admitted to the hospital. This would be the 3rd time. The first was for a concussion, which led to another stay from complications his stomach and pancreas problems. His sister told me upon this visit to the hospital, the doctors found my ex-bf has cirrhosis of the liver, intestinal bleeding, an intestine that has temporarily stopped working, and he may possibly lose his right foot due to poor blood circulation.
Why am I saying all this? Because I feel fucked up inside. He's my ex, I still love him, though I've moved on, but I don't want him to have to experience the pain he's going to have to endure. Not to mention, like his sister, I know the life expectence of someone with cirrhosis of the liver isn't good. And I know, his drinking led to this and I'm sure he knows this and knows he has to deal with reprecussions of his actions, but he's still a good man. He's still the man I loved for nearly 10 years and even when I see him now, my heart yearns for him. I don't want to suffer or to lose him from my life. Very self on my behalf, but it's how I feel. Plus, I am dating a guy now, and my new boyfriend is very unhappy that I express concern over my ex-bf. He doesn't want me to go visit him and feels I should close my life off to my ex.
I can't be so cold. I can't stop caring for someone I loved and shared my life with. I don't want to upset the man I love or lose the man I once loved dearly. The last phone conversation I had with my ex, he sounded depressed, nearly distant, partly due to the influence of the meds he's taking, but I think the main reason is, he knows what's happening. What do I do?
Eric
November 29, 2009 11:05pm
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Hey,
As of this writing, Mar 26 2009, once again counting the days to my next birthday (I'll be 33, yeah!!) I've tried dating a local guy I met on Www.ManHunt.net. The relationship went on and off for seven months (he broke up once with me before Christmas because I wouldn't tell him I loved him), then he wanted to try again, and obviously I did too, because we did. He persisted to yank the words "I Love You" from me, but I wasn't able to say something I truly didn't completely feel. We had fun together. He's a nice guy, charming, loving, but something kept me from allowing myself to fall into him head over heels. We had differences in household lifestyles, being out to our family, and feeling toward Public Displays of (Homosexual) Affection. I was not his perfect mate, nor he mine, but I felt like being with him was being 'Home'. So, why didn't I feel the urge to say I love him? It's not being hung up on my Ex, but my Ex continues to hold a portion of my heart. I can't say 10 years with a man is easy to let go. I don't understand how some can do it. Maybe the country song by Mark Willis has a grain of truth to "Nothing makes you Forget About Love Like Love". I've even been to see my Ex, the feelings for him are still there, yet I feel more loss and regret than strong passion, desire and longing. Possibly, no other man will take his place and he will be the love of my life, one who has to become part of my past. I've learned, the next man to be in my life will have to be a stronger man, with more faith in 'Us' and less vanilla. I also know, I tend to settle for what's at hand rather than seek what's best for me. If life could be divide into thirds, maybe this is the first 1/3 of my life. Possibly, it's time to move on....
As of this writing, Mar 17th 2007, I'm days away from my 32nd birthday. I'm still the same body-wise. My ex-boyfriend has been out of the picture for about 6 months are so. I miss him, but then again, life seems a bit lighter without him. Don't get me wrong. I loved him, still love him, but we should have never been together. He's a guy with a good heart and thick dick, but our personalities didn't compliment each other, or clash either. No, we were just good friends. Friends who ventured into sex and cohabitated out of loneliness and for companionship. Maybe we stayed together because others said we wouldn't last. Anyhow, life is good. He's happier and I'm happier. Horny, sure, but happier.
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As of this writing, Nov 2007, I'm 31 years old 6'2" 210, 7.5"cut with a slightly hairy body and a round ass that loves to be fucked. I have a tendency to be attracted to white, hispanic, italian, german, turkish, indian, jewish, israeli type of men. Prefer guys in my height weight range who are inshape and like to fuck a lot. Fuck me hard as you want, I'll come back for more. Hotmail is my contact address, just use my ericcord handle. I don't expect much, other than to be used however you want.
Sometimes I wish I didn't like to be fucked, that I had the desire to use my dick to fuck hot guys that hit on me. Thing is, I love getting fucked just as much as the next bottom. Love feeling a hard dick slamming in my hole. Love the smell of a man sweating onto me as we rutt about. I crave the smell and sweat of a power top making me be he receptive power bottom.
It's a jumble in my mind, how five years ago, I'd punch a guy if he told me to get to my knees and kiss his shoes, sniff his sock, lick his toes. I have laughed at guys who warned me that I was a bottom and that I should stop pretending to be a top. I used to shy away from the dominant aggressively sexy white top guys who called me a boy, knowing my true nature. Something I denied so long. Then, as years go by, I slowly succumb to this fact of my life, and find that the type of man I now ndeed is no where to be found. I'm no fool. I'm no idiot. Yeah, I work at a hotel and serve the hotel's guests as hospitality dictates, but then I wonder why I chose to work in an industry where I do not get to utilize all of my talents or my degree but I do serve others. Then I realize, this could be largely in part to my need to serve my lover. And once I find a lover who I can do just that, then my attention to myself and my "career" would change. I'd need only serve my lover, and that would be a pleasure.
I ramble, but I think some of that needed to be revealled. Well, enjoy your romp through the site. If you want to chat, or email me, hit me up.
Eric
Birmingham, AL
ericcord@hotmail.com
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Your result for The Kink Spectrum Analysis Test...
Green (530 nm)
You scored 53% self-confidence and 47% bandwidth!
Not bad! You're probably not willing to try everything, but you have quite a few kinks. Or you strongly prefer one side of the fence. Look for another Green, or a Blue if you feel adventurous. Reds may be okay as well if they share one or two of your likings (see below). But stay away from Ultraviolets unless you want to radically spice up your sex life. You've been warned.
But I promised you a more detailed analysis, so here it is. Note that most scales are twofold: There are separate values for giving (active) and receiving (passive). If you scored high on one of them, you should look for a partner who scored high on the other. If you scored high on both of them, go for someone who is similar (or for multiple partners if you're into that). If you scored low on both, this probably is not your kind of kink.
You scored 64% giving and 15% receiving on oral.
You scored 56% giving and 50% receiving on anal.
You scored 0% giving and 50% receiving on bondage.
You scored 19% giving and 43% receiving on humiliation.
You scored 0% giving and 48% receiving on pain.
You scored 12% dominance and 48% submission.
You scored 42% voyeurism and 28% exhibitionism.
Besides that, you're 75% into fetishism and 64% polysexual (i.e. interested in sex with multiple partners, whether at the same time or not). You'll probably want a partner who is similar, whether you scored high or low in these categories.
Finally, you scored 26% on autoerotic - a scale that measures your ability and/or willingness to have kinky fun without a partner. It's not exactly a matching criterion, but it's good for you if your score is high. Keep it up!
I am attracted to white, hispanic, italian, german, turkish, indian, jewish, israeli type of men who are in my height weight range who are inshape and like to fuck a lot and hard and would love to give me his cum!! Oh, being able to communicate is a must. Tired of men who can't communicate.
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Hey,
As of this writing, Mar 26 2009, once again counting the days to my next birthday (I'll be 33, yeah!!) I've tried dating a local guy I met on Www.ManHunt.net. The relationship went on and off for seven months (he broke up once with me before Christmas because I wouldn't tell him I loved him), then he wanted to try again, and obviously I did too, because we did. He persisted to yank the words "I Love You" from me, but I wasn't able to say something I truly didn't completely feel. We had fun together. He's a nice guy, charming, loving, but something kept me from allowing myself to fall into him head over heels. We had differences in household lifestyles, being out to our family, and feeling toward Public Displays of (Homosexual) Affection. I was not his perfect mate, nor he mine, but I felt like being with him was being 'Home'. So, why didn't I feel the urge to say I love him? It's not being hung up on my Ex, but my Ex continues to hold a portion of my heart. I can't say 10 years with a man is easy to let go. I don't understand how some can do it. Maybe the country song by Mark Willis has a grain of truth to "Nothing makes you Forget About Love Like Love". I've even been to see my Ex, the feelings for him are still there, yet I feel more loss and regret than strong passion, desire and longing. Possibly, no other man will take his place and he will be the love of my life, one who has to become part of my past. I've learned, the next man to be in my life will have to be a stronger man, with more faith in 'Us' and less vanilla. I also know, I tend to settle for what's at hand rather than seek what's best for me. If life could be divide into thirds, maybe this is the first 1/3 of my life. Possibly, it's time to move on....
As of this writing, Mar 17th 2007, I'm days away from my 32nd birthday. I'm still the same body-wise. My ex-boyfriend has been out of the picture for about 6 months are so. I miss him, but then again, life seems a bit lighter without him. Don't get me wrong. I loved him, still love him, but we should have never been together. He's a guy with a good heart and thick dick, but our personalities didn't compliment each other, or clash either. No, we were just good friends. Friends who ventured into sex and cohabitated out of loneliness and for companionship. Maybe we stayed together because others said we wouldn't last. Anyhow, life is good. He's happier and I'm happier. Horny, sure, but happier.
...
As of this writing, Nov 2007, I'm 31 years old 6'2" 210, 7.5"cut with a slightly hairy body and a round ass that loves to be fucked. I have a tendency to be attracted to white, hispanic, italian, german, turkish, indian, jewish, israeli type of men. Prefer guys in my height weight range who are inshape and like to fuck a lot. Fuck me hard as you want, I'll come back for more. Hotmail is my contact address, just use my ericcord handle. I don't expect much, other than to be used however you want.
Sometimes I wish I didn't like to be fucked, that I had the desire to use my dick to fuck hot guys that hit on me. Thing is, I love getting fucked just as much as the next bottom. Love feeling a hard dick slamming in my hole. Love the smell of a man sweating onto me as we rutt about. I crave the smell and sweat of a power top making me be he receptive power bottom.
It's a jumble in my mind, how five years ago, I'd punch a guy if he told me to get to my knees and kiss his shoes, sniff his sock, lick his toes. I have laughed at guys who warned me that I was a bottom and that I should stop pretending to be a top. I used to shy away from the dominant aggressively sexy white top guys who called me a boy, knowing my true nature. Something I denied so long. Then, as years go by, I slowly succumb to this fact of my life, and find that the type of man I now ndeed is no where to be found. I'm no fool. I'm no idiot. Yeah, I work at a hotel and serve the hotel's guests as hospitality dictates, but then I wonder why I chose to work in an industry where I do not get to utilize all of my talents or my degree but I do serve others. Then I realize, this could be largely in part to my need to serve my lover. And once I find a lover who I can do just that, then my attention to myself and my "career" would change. I'd need only serve my lover, and that would be a pleasure.
I ramble, but I think some of that needed to be revealled. Well, enjoy your romp through the site. If you want to chat, or email me, hit me up.
Eric
Birmingham, AL
ericcord@hotmail.com
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