Joey
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! Naked sun,
♥~2B~NAkEd~!!!,
""The power & beauty of Nature,
"The Who",
* Beautiful World *,
* chicks wit giant TITS *,
-~You Can Leave Your Hat On~-,
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ALTARS & SHRINES,
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Bodyworkers,
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Just a regular GuyGender
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Age
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Location
about me
Full Body Massage artist. Love to give and receive. Trained and experienced but not licensed.
Dating, well, that's complicated. ND Grad student in Sociology of Religion Joey.
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Heaven on Earth
The best place on the planet. The stuff of my dreams. Rising fully a mile above the valley, Half Dome's breathtaking vistas repay the pilgrim's efforts a thousand fold.
What Amazes Me Recently asked about Ms. Day, here is an except from my email reply: Dorothy Day is one of my muses. She was a radical atheist anarchist communist pacifist in her early years and was politically active as an agitator for the poor and working classes in the 1920's. In the late '20's she had a spiritual awakening which led her to Caholicism. But she did not become any ordinary, pious or petty Catholic. Rather she brought with her all her previous instincts and began a movement ... read more  a love supreme, a love supreme a love supreme, a love supreme Sex fingers toes in the marketplace near your father's church in Hamlet, North Carolina— witness to this love in this calm fallow of these minds, there is no substitute for pain: genitals gone or going, seed burned out, you tuck the roots in the earth, turn back, and move by river through the swamps, singing: a love supreme, a love supreme; what does it all mean? Loss, so great each black w... read more  The Corporal Works of Mercy To feed the hungry To give drink to the thirsty. To clothe the naked. To visit the prisoner. To ransom the captive. To shelter the homeless. To visit the sick. To bury the dead. I'm always a bit troubled this time of year. As a devotee of Dorothy Day and her brand of the Gospel, I am conflicted between the joy of the season and its radically twisted North American interpretation. While the person of Christ lived in poverty and dedicated... read more  THE POOL PLAYERS SEVEN AT THE GOLDEN SHOVEL We real cool. We Left school. We Lurk late. We Strike straight. We Sing sin. We Thin gin. We Jazz June. We Die soon. --Gwendolyn Brooks  The Holy Spirit stretches above the sink, then digs His hands into the soap, washes first a bowl, then a glass. I watch the O's and Yanks above His head with the required Hey, I can't see. He turns and grins; then, He's off to laundry-- lots to clean in my old house. I just can't keep up with Him, so I stretch and turn away to sleep in the fading light. -- Mark Edwards
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