L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N

Shame on me!i haven't posted anything since i started my two week holiday.all i have done is partied,nursed hangovers and partied some more... i think i have killed enough brain cells during this period .... its about time i gave alcohol a break.

 I was invited to a house party by one of my best friends last Sunday.As is always the case with me when it comes to such functions,i charged myself up with a few cans of Shark vodka stimulation and got the host a bottle of vodka

 MAN!! Wasn't i wasted at that party?I got totally shit-faced and have no recollection of how and when i left that event .Apparently,After i went MIA, my best friend and the girlfriend grabbed my stuff and came looking for me.I gave him my keys and my old phone...Yes...i had just gotten myself a new phone the day before.To date i have no idea of how that happened and yet i had a man-purse on me. isn't that where such stuff is supposed to go?

 I got my Ass to the CBD higher than a kite,but i remember bits and pieces of stuff that happened...I walked into Tacos and had a cigarette,went to tribeka and had a drink or two......(blank).....next thing i remember is being in a casino with 3 other dudes and 4 chicks.One of the chicks was trying to explain to me how to play poker.(never explain such stuff to a drunk guy you dumb ass!!)... i also remember that chicks fascination with my Watch.*that piece of steel gave me so much attention with the ladies*...i say it in past tense because i think she gave herself the watch as a souvenir.

 After the guys had played enough, it was time to leave...the crew invited me to join them for a little more partying in westlands.which i declined coz mama taught me better than to go clubbing with strangers..hahaha,i wasn't in the mood of being ‘chipod’ and i had a lot to do the next Monday so i had to pass ....(blank)...(blank)...(blank)...am buying mirra...(blank)...I get mugged at the bus terminus,which automatically sobers me up for a while only to realise that am phone less,have no shoes on,my wallet which is usually glued to my ass is missing,and so is my man-purse.

 I reach into my emergency pocket hoping the 500 bob that i keep there for such case scenario is still intact...and there it was;My saviour.even though it wasn't enough for a cub and i had no house keys on me,it was enough to get me on a matatu to my second home in nyayo estate. I sat next to the driver and asked him to wake me up once we reached the total petrol station in embakasi...SHOCK ON ME!!He woke me up in pipeline estate.. ‘‘mwisho wa gari”!!gave me back 200 and stepped on the accelerator...That dumb ass thuged from me and dumped me in the middle of no where in the pouring rain.

 I hop on to a boda boda and pay with the loose change,get to my destination safe,blocked my line and black out. Did i learn any lesson from that whole incident???Not really because i did it all over again with no regrets on Friday night...In the same bad company of my best friend.I ask him to drive me to Rafiki’s from Westlands and black out only to find myself in Maasai land near the Namanga border to Tanzania.

 That's a whole different story for another day!!LIVE LIFE WITH NO REGRETS!

Live it up!!

Shoot me if you can!!I have been nursing a major hangover for a couple of days....a story to go with it coming up soon.

Ola!!

Good morning to all of you! Hope you all are ready for another day! At least my exams are over. And its time to look forward to a nice long week or two of some Me time and whatever else is planned.

I have come to realise that College time is a great time to explore my interests and sexuality. I have been looking for gay friends on campus, i don't put all of my hopes on one sex or person. Its a time to explore and be proactive about my search.

TMI I suppose but,I was up late, late last night. I just could not sleep... I kept waking up with a need to wank off. And I did. Three times in fact! Not sure why.... Every time I finished and turned over and dozed off... I woke up again really needed another cum. And when I awoke at 6AM my Dick was telling me. do it again! Which I did! OYE! What a way to start the day. At least I do not need to be anywhere special today.... so I might even rub another one out if i so wish.


Now there is that much more time to work on the blog but my dick is just not letting me concentrate today!

Intro Cont...

I've decided to start blogging as a pass time and because av always wanted to put what i scribble on books and papers on one location. so we’ll see how this goes! 

A little more about me, I’m a 23 year old male(have been  for a couple of years now)  I am currently persuing a  bachelors degree in hospitality and tourism management.

My blog will be about anything and everything  positive, a breath of fresh air !! I’m always open to constructive criticism and new ideas so if you have an idea on what I should talk about next be sure to hit me up and let me know.

I am yet to put at a proper disclaimer on this blog but peole should know it is intended for an adult audience, 18yrs and older, with frequent depictions of the nude male  and  female form if i so wish.
SO,if u are in any way allergic to gay material, make sure u have your medication to keep you straight or stay the fcuk away...your entering dangerous territory...lmao!!!!!

Introduction to twisted

Is it just me,or have we been conditioned to hide away from the truth?
I avoided identifying as bisexual for a long time, sometime in the years between 18 and now. Not because it didn’t accurately describe me, but because all of the negative associations that came with it. as well as it’s important to me to do something about that. Not to let stereotypes scare me off my own identity because I don’t want to be perceived as shallow or because I don’t want people assuming I’m nothing but a sex toy to help liven up their lives.

 I think it’s important to be out in the world identifying as bisexual, being a complex human being, and obviously not fitting the stereotypes. With respect for gender variance; with the ability to have meaningful relationships and to commit; with genuine sexual and romantic attraction to other men even when there are no girls around to see; with a conscious, articulated queer identity and a place in the queer community.

These are all things I want people to think of as possibilities when they hear the word “bisexual.” And that won’t happen if I’m too afraid to use it and be misinterpreted. If everyone who does bisexuality this way takes refuge in “queer” and no one speaks out against the way bisexuals are represented in our culture, those images will never change. There would be nothing to replace them.