I've been thinking

I think we are alone in this universe. Now hear me out . But I do think however that there are multiple universes but each in their own dimensions. One dimension with one planet with life on it in each. So multiple dimensions each with only one planet with life on it. Why you ask do I think that ? Because look at the fact on this planet how different countries are always fighting about shit constantly. Can't seem to get along and always trying to take over each other countries. Can you imagine two planets in the same universe shit they would be battling it out who's got the better planet or trying to take over the other person's planet. So that's why I think one planet in each dimension. Now that not to say that a higher evolved planet could not figure out how to transport to other dimensions, cause that is a possiblity but remember they are higher evolved so maybe they are past the killing and taking over garbage. Smarter is what I'm basically trying to say. Like we should be on this planet but we're not yet ! But I do have hope :)


I have been going to Post Secondary schools for the past 10 years and have over $125,000 in student loan debt with no degree and way of paying it back.

Taken advantage of

I have been taken advantage of in a way I may have asked for while unwell or in a way that I don't know what to do anything about. I can't see a positive outcome. I went to the hospital to get help and found it unhelpful as they just want to focus on one thing. People screamed from the seclusion rooms and I regretted going in their completely.


I surprised myself. After spending so many years not aware of it, trying to hide it, identifying it, and feeling embarrassed. Something changed. The hairdresser pointed out the unusual breakage on my hair and I admitted I have trichotillomania. I pull out my hair when I feel anxious. It didn't feel scary to admit it strangely. What changed?

Beautiful fall day sees cock on full display

The exquisite days of fall lasted through early November; tempatures between 70 and 80 degrees F, low humidity and bright clear skies. Rather than attend to legal and financial matters currently on my plate, the beautiful days triggered a need to indulge sexual deviances. First, through the wooded trails to the river. Bulge evident under swimming trunks until destination reached. Towel down. Shirt o ft Leading to being totally horned, naked and tingling with deviant desires - cock wrapped in cockrings, enhancing bulge appearance, a minimilist covering of a jock strap or posing thong showed the burning sexual hunger. And the obscene package is lovingly kept on full display. As on looking men position themselves for comfortable view, the cock stud begins fingering his burning nipples. Then squeezing and pinching and tugging. Until precum discolors the fabric. And the body rises, cock bounces from a swift slap, legs rest even wide apart so cock is highest point of display. Thoughts go to stranger reaching over shoulder and around chest to quiet, subdue and then the nipples are touched with promises of more until hot sexy body is writhing and begging to be cockfed. holders thick muscular legs bent up at the knee, spread wide. Sex hole open and ready. signaling want and any moral knowledgeannoappearanceread wide showing my sex hole turns me on incredibly. Want other men to see how into showing off my cock I am. Want them to think of me as a cock slut. Get so turned on when strait guy walks by and says how hot I look. If they only knew i would do anything to bring him m4m pleasure. And m4m guys, I crave their stare, showing more of my deviant tendencies, then begin working my nipples to having them see how wired they are and hear more of my deviant cravings. Guys, find me. Grab my nipples. I will follow every deviant request, demand you make of my in pursuit of you own deviant pleasure. He who controls my nipples controls me. So hungry to show you and learn myself the debths I will go to debase myself in pursuit of your pleasure.

Movie based on Robert (Willy) Pickton

There is a movie that is set to premiere called 'Pig Killer' about the notorious killer from the Greater Vancouver area. It is so inappropriate to give Robert (Willy) Picton any fame for how he tortured and disposed of/fed the women he killed to his pigs (after putting the bodies in a tree chipper). I hope the makers of this 'film' lose their shirts financially and find it impossible to ever produce another movie. Families and the friends of these women were traumatized for life, learning how their loved ones died. If this movie is considered entertainment/art in any way, we are no longer a worthwhile society.


I feel embarrassed for them, but I don’t know them well enough to tell them that they’re making a total ass of themselves. Some types of behaviour can be tolerated when a person is in their 20’s, but when they’re still doing it when they’re over 50 it’s cringeworthy. And what’s even worse is when they include you in it without your permission, by saying “we”. Leave me out of it please! I have no desire to make myself look like an aging fool, thank you very much.

Good to be back

Confessions were a lifeline during much of the isolation period of the last few years. While they were down some stuff happened in my real world that gave me life closure on things that had no guarantees would happen. I am awake to life like I was before the pandemic, my heart is open to what is an already starting long Xmas season, and the confessions opened back up on cue. Life is beautiful.

Knot alright

I used to make accurate drawings of knots. I think it was to take my mind off a girl.

Did it

Got a job elsewhere & moving after frequently coming here to bang on/join the rants about pricey Van. Bye strangers n’ good luck to ya!


Tall n Bald at Poirier Gym

Somebody tell me you’re single! You’re a tall, strong fellow, a regular at Poirier around 9am....