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Father of bullied son takes his own life

Dominic Crouch and his father Roger

This is just plain sad now. The father of a son who was bullied in the UK was found dead recently. Roger Crouch campaigned against bullying after his son, Dominic took his life. Dominic was 15 when he took his life. He was in the rugby team, full of life, beautiful at his age. His tormentors began bullying him after he kissed a boy during a game of spin the bottle. I can’t even imagine the pain the dad had to go through. In the end I am sure they are now reunited in heaven.

http://www.advocate.com/News/Daily_News/2011/12/02/Father_Who_Campaigned_Against_Bullying_Found_Dead/

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Lovely rear ends

 

 


Sexy bodies

Exoctic Beach Bod

I have been neglecting this site and I apologize. But that is what a full-time job, an off and on relationship, and the summer will do to you. But here’s something to take your mind off that ;P

Blond my fave'sBros before...


What is it about a simple touch…

What is it about a simple human touch that changes everything all the while intoxicating you with high levels of happiness. What I mean by this is that the other day I met a random hot stranger who picked me to dance at a nightclub. Sure we danced and lived it up but it wasn’t till after when we were sitting at a local dinner that I actually lost it. A void began to fill up that I never noticed existed or that I might have forgotten about. By simple placing his hands on my knees while we waited for our waiter it all rushed back. The lack of affection and human touch made itself so clear to me. I live for these moments. Moments when the slightest thing, the slightest touch can give you the most joy. And maybe if even for a bit it can even make you forgot what it felt to be lonely. Moments like this never last but I try and hold on to them as long as I can and even as they fade away I know eventually I’ll come across another…

Boys kiss


Thorgan Hazard

I haven’t been posting anything recently about Yoann Gourcuff, Ronaldo, or any players as of lately. Most in part because Yoann is having real bad season with Lyon lately and though I still have faith in him and his past season at Bordeaux I am not as obsessive as before. But… while following the French ligue, I stubled upon Eden Hazard, a player similar in form and skill. Still, it is not him that this post is about but it is his sexy young-boy-next-door brother that I have become infatuated with. Thorgan Hazard has the exact looks (dark blonde and green eyes), adorable face, and smile that I would want in a mate….

PS. Boys, wherever you are if you are reading this post and look like this call me! haha  =)

A boy can dream…

Thorgan Hazard



The Book Thief

Last night I finished what could be my favorite book if not for Andre Aciman’s heart wrenching “Call me by your name” .  The Book Thief stole  a couple of days of my life but I can’t  even say I would ever regret it. Narrated by Death, literally, it focuses on the life of  Liesel Memimger a young German girl who is adopted by a sympathetic family in the outskirts of Munich at the start of Hitler’s power. She develops a fascination with words and books at a time when they would be used to place fear and hate in the German nation. Before she can even read she picks up a book from the snow at the funeral of her younger brother who did not survive the trip to her new home. At first hesitant of her new family she learns to accept them.  Her loving accordion playing foster-father Hans teaches her how to read after discovering the stolen book and her stern mother Rosa keeps her grounded and well-behaved. Liesel, at first troubled by her scholastic shortcomings, inevitably begins a life of thievery not just for books but for the little bits of happiness that life stows away hidden during the war. Though the Book Thief’s comings and goings, the lives of other characters provide the backdrop for the moments that will impact in her life.

Han’s a WWI veteran owes his life to a Jew and makes a promise. A promise that reaches fruition when Max, the young Jewish son of Han’s savior arrives at his door asking them to risk all.

Max a young fist-fighter living freely, finds himself in peril after the German persecution.  Regrettably, he leaves his family and goes into hiding and develops a bond with the” Book Thief” that keeps him through the darkest days.

Rudy, a blond hair blue-eyed boy who idolizes the olympic track winner Jesse James, befriends Liesel but not for free. At first rivals at the local Himmel Street soccer games he goes out of his way to outdo her. He develops a strong bond with Liesel and never fails to find ways to ask her for a kiss. His carefree disposition, wholeheartedness,  and the place he holds as Liesel’s accomplice in crime inevitably wins me over and he is my favorite character in the book.

Death , inevitably, also plays a role. What we might view as a hateful and unregretful is the opposite. Death, it seems, is tired and weary of all the despair and disaster. He views each death in colors and keeps himself withdrawn so as to abstain from the pain heartbreak of those left behind, for he knows if he does he will not be able to cope. Death makes the ultimate exception with Liesel. Through his multiple encounters with the Book Thief, Death finds himself not only following her life but succumbing to the regret and loss of those left behind.


Just add water… or milk!

Got milk?

These two pictures capture an essence of natural beauty using water “or milk” as the element of choice.Both fascinating and captivating all the while evoking a sexual message.

This is me every morning!