I could talk about myself all day, but I won't.

My niece is my best friend and the owner of my heart
I love animals
I abhor meat-eaters
I like to lick a little bit 'o labia - courtesy of Lizzy the lezzy
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A magic carpet ride.

I've added a new section at the bottom of every feature for comments. Use them. You're allowed to vote too. Get involved. I insist.

I'm trying to be a real lawyer so I might not have the time to keep you as entertained as I usually do. Be fair! I'm just a little boy!
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Ellen played a bit of YouTube video that rocked my world. I had to investigate her and share my findings. I think she's the coolest chick alive and my future ex-wife. She goes by Karmin on YouTube, but Ellen called her Amy. Whatever her name is, she's talented.

How many sexual partners does it take to root you firmly in whore territory?

More than your age (10 | 55%)
Over 20 (5 | 28%)
Over 10 (3 | 17%)
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"It's a little bit horrifying just how quickly everything can fall to crap. Sometimes, it takes a huge loss to remind you of what you care about the most. Sometimes, you find yourself becoming stronger as a result, wiser, better equipped to deal with the next big disaster that comes along. Sometimes, but not always."



- Meredith -
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Oprah ruined my fun game. That bitch. I'm joking. Some housewife could shank me for saying that. LOVE Oprah. This is Lea T, the world's first tranny supermodel. She's really hot - if we disregard the whole penis thing.
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You know the deal

Manish girl (5 | 28%)
Girly boy (13 | 72%)
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I’m not sure whether I find it saddening or hurtful that our government refuses to acknowledge the sanctity of gay unions. At face value, the fact that gay unions are legal is a huge step towards equality and we should be proud of South Africa; but, upon closer inspection, their inability to recognise our marriages as exactly that is another form of their passive-aggressive condescension that has cast a shadow of mediocrity on our community.

I often watch as people fumble with politically correct terms to address gay couples, as though our relationships differ fundamentally from theirs. If I were to ask a breeder male what he calls the woman he’s dating, he’d look at me quizzically and reply, “My girlfriend”. That same man wouldn’t know how to address my girlfriend (obviously this is for argument’s sake). I understand that “partner” is the safest term to use to avoid offending gay people, but “girlfriend/boyfriend” and “wife/husband” work too. Why wouldn’t they?

People can’t be held liable for this poor behaviour when our government, the supposed example, exhibits it as well. When our legal system finally caved and legalised gay “marriages”, it didn’t include them in the pre-existing Marriage Act. No, it went and created a new act to cater to our special needs, the Civil Union Act. When asked why this is the case, my family law lecturer simply answered: “You can’t compare apples and oranges”. Who then are the apples? Why are the two so different? Which is inferior?

Under the umbrella definition of a marriage, we’re included. In practice? Not so much. Gay people don’t get “married”, we have civil unions; we don’t live as husband and husband, we’re civil union partners, spouses. I’ll never have a wedding; I’ll have a civil ceremony. Why is that? What is the purpose of exclusion from the Marriage Act? How is it justifiable that there are so many formalities attached to our happiness? Breeders can conclude civil marriages, customary marriages, hell, the law will give consequences to anything for them. I believe that our government needs to step away from the superficial definition of a marriage and take a hard look at its contents. Two people willing to love, honour and cherish each other. Two people who want to grow old together, start a family, make memories. Does it really matter what gender they are? Our government has managed to acknowledge us and ignore us at the same time. If you’re going to spit on me, don’t have the audacity to call it rain.

I’d like someone to explain why my love is seen is as being inferior, why it has to be policed. Someone tell my possible future children why their mothers are an abomination. These may just be words to you, but they validate my existence in the eyes of the law. Having to find a definition for us means that our unions do not meet the requirements of a valid marriage in the opinions of the most learned judges in this country. I don’t understand that. How can we be made to feel strange by the people we trust to protect us? As far as I’m concerned, a rose by any other name does not smell as sweet.

xoxo
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“You know what really scares me? I liked being fucked up, now more than ever. Is that a kid thing or a family thing?”

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Are relationships really worth it?

Yes (8 | 35%)
No (15 | 65%)
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I wish I could clone Whitney from "The Real L Word". She does all the things that I like. Her dreads are amazing - because they're clean. Piercings, tats - I wouldn't be able to walk away. My version wouldn't be a douche though. And she'd be smarter, maybe even well-spoken - if her DNA wouldn't curdle.
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Kreayshawn is my latest obsession!The cutest pocket white girl ever and she's mad gangsta, son! I love her!
More of my favourite gangsta white bitch, Kreayshawn. I love her. I hope you love her too!
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