when i had first gotten to nashville in the summer of 1997, before the retard home, i remember being at the downtown ymca a lot. i remember this big strong blond man, maybe he was 27, sitting in the big gray bathtub which i guess was some kind of whirlpool for one. i was sitting in the sauna maybe 7 feet behind the bathtub. there were a bunch of other guys in there with me, i was focused on the blond. i think he must've seen my reflection in the window in front of the bathtub, he had to have known i was staring at him, he kept standing up and sitting back down - what an amazing ass.
this is my goal. a behind with dimples on it. i know, i know, there's my quote from one of my "justify my love" parodies, it goes something like this: "poor is the man who sexu'lizes manly fruitions he'd become of".