I feel like this some days. A saint. With guns. 

I’m a well behaved dude. Nice, polite, a good co-worker, a family man so to speak, owning my home, writing fancy poetic books, getting scholarships and grants, but at the same time, a radical mind, a queer man, poly-amour and making art of my cock, showing off my cock online. 


This is really important. You have NO idea how much i do this, I am always wondering how big guys cocks are. This is like my brain scan, I’m just thinking about how big guys cocks are. i’m a terrible person. Dick is fucking ace.


I second that. On my mind every effin’ minute. I think everyone does it.