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Jeffassociates
Homos and heteros welcome.

Friday, May 10, 2002

Today I was told by some guy on the street that he liked my face. It was the gayest thing that anybody has said to me in a long time, probably since Ian moved to Atlanta, and it felt really good. Am I the only one who's more flattered by a gay come-on than a hetero one? I guess I tend to think that men have better taste than women. What I need in my life is a homosexual admirer like Sal Mineo's character in Rebel Without a Cause to fawn on me, telling me I'm the greatest thing since pocket pussies or, I guess in his case, the Ass Master. At the same time, I'd be poking some short, big-titted chick like Natalie Wood whose small hands would give the false impression that I possess an adequately sized cock. But nuts to that red windbreaker. I could never roll in something so totally gay.

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Thursday, May 09, 2002

Everyone in Portland looks forward to the spring. After about eight months of rain and gray skies Portlanders are ready to party come this time of year, and this afternoon as I strolled through the park there were quite a few of them engaging in typical sunny spring day activities. One girl in particular was lying on her stomach, propped up on her elbows as she read a book. The soles of her spread feet faced me as I continued along the path, and a quick glance revealed that from my vantage I could look right up her skirt. Embarrassed, I averted my eyes, but soon the sage words of Kurt Vonnegut entered my head (I paraphrase):

"Girls try to conceal their panties at all costs while men try to get a look at their panties at all costs."

So I again trained my gaze towards the deep recess of her groin. For me to ignore it would be like if you told dogs and cats to stop fighting. It would be that fucked up and against all the laws of nature that God created. Did I forget to mention that this was some top-shelf pussy? Totally tappable. I wondered how close I could get before she noticed what was I was doing. Could I actually get my head up that skirt and plant my nose on the crest of her stinkbridge? Sometimes I think that it's only thoughts like these that make my life worth living at all.

I'm reminded of a story. I was once told that an ex-classmate of mine was outside an L.A. nightclub when a woman came stumbling out crazy drunk. She fell over and barfed all over the sidewalk. She remained in a fetal position until a random passerby stopped behind her, lifted up her skirt, pulled aside her panties, and proceeded to lick her box. When he had his fill, he stood up and exclaimed, "Only in L.A.!" Hands down the greatest hero in American history.

I'd like to conclude today's post by encouraging my female readers to reveal their panties with alarming frequency. What man can have suicidal thoughts when the prospect of a panty sighting is a legitimate reality? Give me a reason to live. I beg of you.

Wednesday, May 08, 2002

So it's been a while since I've made any sort of real post here and you know what? I realized that my life is better without this stupid fucking site. Talk about a pain in my stretched out ass. Working on J|a has been, hands down, my most selfless act. In the very near future I'll be shutting the doors with nary a glory hole through which to peep. Besides, my life isn't exciting enough to report about five times a week. For now, I'll continue to post until I leave Portland after which I'll be creating a new site with a slightly different format, but until then, expect some really mediocre posts at best.

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