I once heard it said that guys’ butts come in two shapes: volleyball or football. I guess there’s some truth to that statement.Me? I like both shapes.
Now. I’d say the guys in this morning’s photo posts are both “volleyballs.” Would you agree?
I rose before seven this morning. Outside, the weather was humid and overcast. I took a ten-mile bike ride around the island; it was nice. At that hour, there was no traffic and things were quiet.
When I got home, I made breakfast. Then I worked on a new story for a couple of hours. It’s been a while since I’ve written fresh material. I’ve been consumed with edits on existing stories in recent months, but it’s time to get the creative side of my mind chugging again.
Yes, I know: Blake’s an ignoramus. But I think it’s important we remain aware of the hatred still existing in this world, especially hatred of gay men. Guys like Blake, who is likely insecure about his own masculinity, feel threatened by us. They think attacking us makes them seem more macho, when all it does is reveal their own self-doubt. It’s kind of sad, isn’t it?
“I don’t understand what Blake’s problem is. I’m straight, but on my my BMX buds is gay and I don’t give a crap. No one does. We’re out to have fun and enjoy our sport. Who cares what a guy does in his private life? Not me. Trust me, most BMXers are pretty open-minded. It’s not a sport for morons. I would say our local track is pretty much open to all types of people.”
Thanks for writing, Robert. Your attitude is refreshing.
Okay, everyone, have a nice Wednesday.