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 Yoga, ancient, sacred, a dance of grace, A practice woven through time, in every place. With breaths that rise and fall like the sea, It roo... [read more] |
 Shoes, tie, and white shirt (many buttons) came off at once. Supple slacks and semi-sheer socks remained. His new BoyFriend was... [read more] |
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Dressed, then undressed, as American tourists, the boyfriends, naked except for their white socks, made love from noon until night fel... [read more] |
 Donald Trump, President = D O N T R P L S D P U T I N M E D E A R [read more] |
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Quietly, the stars seem to have drawn nearer, as the BoyFriends' fingertips begin to make foreplay: Ieskela and Yalok---shirtless, bar... [read more] |
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From Buson and Taipei, the BoyFriends meet in Kyoto: their natures alike; and in this day's deliciously sultry weather, their bodies'... [read more] |
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Saint John, you wrote to warn us. Now, this election has been sacrificed to the Devil's most arrogant Anti-Christ. Any wonder that all other... [read more] |