[via FoxyTunes / Mos Def]

This is something that I saw today .. I had heard it before but I guess somethings need to heard at the right time and place to move you to the next time and place..

Please take moment to listen.

thomterrible -now - prezensf

 

 

 

I'm writing my life story.. and it goes a little something like this..



Titles:

(1) Mission Impossible

(2) Life on an Alien Planet

(3) My Mother’s Son?

(4) Where is my beautiful life?



Born June 25, 1963 {3:46am} in Fort Wayne, In. Then raised in Edith, Ohio then off to California.



Parents:

Katherine Day- Biological Mother

Maxwell Washington- 1st Step Father

Robert Hamilton- 2nd Step Father

DeMott Dunn- Nat Father

Jean Canter-Day- Step Mother



Siblings:

Jackson Dunn- ½ Brother

Davis Dunn- ½ Brother



Christine Amber Kennedy- Adopted



Grand Parents: 4 Kids

MaryAnne Day

(X) Raymond [ ] Keller- Grand Father

(1) Earl Clifton- Step Grand Father

(2) Kevin Rollier- Step Grand Father

(3) Jim Roberts- Step Grand Father

(4) Bo Stanley- Step Grand Father



Great Grand Parents: 15 Kids

AnnaBelle [Green Valley] Day

Edward Day

It wasn't until I heard an oration

all about the African nation

and I thought this speaker must be a black as tar

from deep within Africa far

when I saw the skin so light

and very close to nearly white

I said to myself "black is not a color"



I have some acquaintances with deep dark tone

and ebony right to the bone,

but,if they were not in your sight

you would be positive they were white

and I think to myself "black is not a color"



My skin is very pale you see

but, there is no one blacker then me

my friends often make fun of me

because, my skin is to a light degree

I laugh to myself "black is not a color"



Black is an experience deep in your soul

that goes on until you are old

fighting oppression all of your life

holding your head up midst the strife

I shake my head and say "black is not a color"



It doesn't mean a thing when the votes are in

on that line that says nationality, I can't put light skin

that and a dollar twenty-five will only get me a train ride

and I think again "black is not a color"



God created us all, some are short some are tall

we are different hues and colors

His intent was that we all be brothers

to be color blind, to love in spite of our differences

to embrace because of our sameness, not our preferences

and I love and say "black is not a color"

© 1995 By Bernadette Bonner-James

Ryan woke up Saturday morning and looked out his bedroom window and saw nothing but blue skies. He thought to himself, this is going to be a great day for a hike. He jumped out of bed in his usual way, nude. He looked in the mirror and saw that he was as pale as a ghost. “I need some sun”, he thought. As he walked around his house, balls flappin’ and dick hangin' the sun warmed his leg. As Ryan brushed his teeth he leaned against the cool porcelain and felt his manhood start to grow. His mind started to wander to the last time he was in the Headlands. He laid out in the tall grass cool for a Hot wank session in the mid-day Sun. Everything was perfect there was not a soul around. He had a half a jar of his favorite lube and a great Ocean view. He was in jackoff heaven.

He was sitting bare-assed at his kitchen table eating breakfast, one hand on his dick remembering the good time when he heard a knock at the door. Ryan jumped up from the table his dick brushing the cold steel of the table leg made him smile. He really liked that feeling. When he reached the door he looked through the peephole and saw his old friend Ted. Ted is a Photographer of en. He had been trying to get Ryan to have his picture taken for weeks. Ryan opens the door just as he was. Ted eyes slowly crawled over Ryan’s fury red-haired body. As he got to Ryan’s dick he noticed it was half-hard. Ted’s smile got broader and Ryan asked, “what are you doing here”? "I just wanted to know if you wanted to go hiking in the Headlands", smiled Ted. “I was just thinking about that, come on in” Ryan said. As Ted walked in after Ryan, he noticed that Ryan’s ass was much fuller than he had fantasized. Ted started to feel a stirring in his pants. Ted liked nothing better than a nice ass.

As Ryan got dressed Ted spoke to him about the route he wanted to take. They jumped into Ted car and drove towards the Golden Gate Bridge. Ted told Ryan how he still wanted to shoot pictures of him for his portfolio. Ryan said that this might be the day. When they arrived at the spot Ted had picked out, Ryan decided that he would were shorts instead of sweatpants. In the front seat of Ted's car Ryan slipped out of his sweats and Ted reached over and touched Ryan’s dick. Like a flash it jumped under Ted’s hand. Ryan smiled and leaned back to get his shorts that were in the back seat. Ted stroked Ryan’s sweet lookin’ ass. Ryan turned around with a full-blown hard on. “I’d better put my shorts on or we will never get out of this car.

The morning air smelled crisp and clean and the Headland are right next to the ocean. They started to climb down the side of the hill through the wild flowers, towards this old shack in the upper valley. When they arrived at the building Ted told Ryan that it was completely secluded from the road. After hearing that Ryan decided to have a little fun and slowly that off his clothes and feel the sun on his body. He slowly opened his shirt then unbuttoned his shorts. Ryan’s chest started to warn in the sun streaming in from the window. His nipples started to grow. Ted stepped out of the door like he was taking a leak. He snuck his digital camera out and starting shooting.

I had just moved to San Francisco only a month before the Castro Street fair. I was really anxious about going to my first neighborhood fair. I had heard that the Folsom Street and Dore Alley fairs were so wild that I didn't know what to expect. I asked my Roommate Barry to go out with me to a few of the local bars to get more of a feeling of the City.



One night, while we were in one of the neighborhood bars, a man was talking about what a good time he had at a sex club in Berkeley the night before. Our blank, but interested, looks gave away to the bartender and the storyteller, that we both had no experience in such a place. He told us about the places for sex in the City. But he said, "If you really want to have a wild time, you should go to a place across the Bay Bridge called “The Seam Works". This intrigued me like crazy. A place where you can go and have sex without the Police bothering you or Mosquitoes biting you more than the man you were with! When we were back at our apartment it was all I could talk about. Barry seemed to be more afraid of rejection by the beautiful Bay Area men. We were both new arrivals from the same state in the Mid-west. Barry came there only one month before me.



I called around and found the directions on how to get to the Steam Works. I told Barry I would go in two days time and he was welcome to come along.

That Friday came and I woke aroused.

Everything that day seemed to have a sexual charger to it. Barry complained that I was just horny and I was starting to bother him. So after dinner I went back to the apartment to start to get ready. Barry said he was going to visit a friend. I changed cloths about five times. Everything looked like I had just fallen off a turnip truck. I couldn't find anything that looked sexy enough. I finally settled on the first thing I put on, a pair of comfy jeans, a white T-shirt and some new tennys. I took the BART train, as the directions said. It felt like everyone on the train could tell where I was going. Every man looked sexual to me, even guys I would not have noticed. When I found the address, it looked so ordinary that I didn't believe it was right. I walked around across the street until I saw some obvious gay men walk in. I followed. When I touched the door I felt an electrical charge. I'm sure my excitement showed through my pants. The two guys ahead of me seemed so relaxed; they joked and took what seemed like an eternity to sign in. When it was my turn I already had the money out and was ready to run in the door. The guy behind the little window asked if I had ever been there before. The look on my face must have said No! He proceeded to tell me the rules and how it all worked. He asked me to sign some forms; I didn't even read them, I was so excited. I was surprised how much; it seemed like a business. FINALLY, he buzzed me in with a knowing look and I found the locker room. There were men everywhere: in towel, in street clothes, in uniforms of some type and there were even men walking around completely naked. I saw an attendant in a white shirt with a big mustache and an armload of towels. I asked him where the bathroom was located and what people were allowed to do. He smiled and said, " Whatever you want, as long as it's safe and consensual". That was a mind-blower for this Buckeye. He then smiled and asked if I wanted some condoms and lubricant. Embarrassed, I took one of each. He said, "You're cute. You'll need more than that". I was not ready for that kind of boldness. I blushed something terrible and locked up my jacket, cloths, hat and wallet in the locker. I wrapped a towel very tight around my middle and made sure nothing was hanging out.



As I walked around, everyone seemed more comfortable than I. But I was so horny that it kept me going forward. The first sex scene was a crowded room with a TV. As I walked in I saw two men on the screen, naked and talking. I thought it was a new porno. I found out from a sexy guy in a towel with red hair all over that it was hot new safe sex ad made for the sex clubs and bars. I watched the whole thing as other Men made out. I finally left that room and next door I found men working out, just like they would at the gym in my neighborhood. Some other guys were sitting out by an outdoor whirlpool. It all was so relaxed but with a strong undercurrent of sex. I tried the steam area, but after a while it was even too hot to watch all the hot action. Every time I passed the red-furred man, he gave me a big smile that said, "I'm glad you're here". I gave him my one of my condoms and some lubricant once when I saw him with a cute young man with just as much black fur as he had red. I saw some people just walking around like me. I thought, "This must be the coolest place for sex in the world! Why can't the rest of the world act like the people here? Respectful, friendly and open to some new experiences." I heard from one of the attendants that there was a Leather demonstration in the far room. I never had anything to do with the S/M crowd other than to buy a leather jacket for myself on my 25th birthday. My friends thought I was just being a poser.



I must have walked around for hours. My legs were starting to get tired, but I wanted to see everything. I sat down in a quiet corner to take it all in and fell asleep. When I woke up and there were at least five men in front of me starting to play. The Red-furred man gave me another knowing look that even a hick from the mid-West would pick up on.