Dannywyatt

Weight: 180 lbs Eye Color: Hazel Hair Color: Black

Plus, any intention not to act out on my urges is for the sake of legality issues and not for personal, social, or political insight. My sexuality is a fundamental core part of who I am as I'm proud to be who I'am, so as I'm here for that support for control and for my sexual community, so too am I here for advocacy. That's just the way it is in life when you're different- you'll look for ways to advocate for essentially who you are and for your place in society; to not and give in is to say you're better off dead then to live a self-defeating lie.

I'd suggest stick to the malls, arcades, parks, or even the local streets (walk a dog) or something. Don't play like a stalker, but have something essential to do while you're there to play off any type of adversity.

Posted by ioiov on 2007-December-14 23:10:12, Friday In reply to 8 yrs old sitting on my lap posted by gamin on 2007-December-14 22:26:59, Friday

using one hand to keep down my hard-on and the other to wrap around his stomach as if your holding him (caressing wherever my hand tends to fall on the other side).

if the kid is valiant enough to sit on your lap like that and nobody objects then be subtle and make sure your comfortable- leg numbing does suck, but do give him something to like such as a gentle massage around his upper waist area.

if you want to have the "I don't mind kind of confidence" I'd even wrap both arms around him in a hug position but just rest both of your hands on his lap, hands clamped together or not.

I had one kid do the same to me in front of a whole crowd of adults; basically long before I asked him if he wanted to sit on my lap as we were watching a play and he couldn't see... he turned me down, but later that night, while talking to the other adults, he (10-years-old) slowly came up to me and asked me if he could sit on my lap. To make it seem more natural for him and to comfort the other adults who were kinda shocked and staring I said (after looking around as if shocked to, but without the boy noticing) I said "sure sport, if you want too, here let me scoot a little and you can sit here" as I helped him sit down on my left leg he laid his head back against my chest and took his hand in mine up to the arm rest so that his arm on top of mine were on the arm rest. I took my other arm and just let it rest above his crotch area, but the hand wasn't near the genitalia. The best part was shifting because I would take his waist and pull him back against me as I would scoot forward a few inches to lean back. His butt actually hit my slight hard-on and I knew he felt it- none of the parents cared after that- even in hysterialand.

Posted by ioiov on 2007-December-14 01:25:39, Friday

Dear the-one-whom-i-love-so-long-ago, I know that I'm forced to write this letter to you per required assignment for SOTP, but I want to tell you that I 'want' to write this.

I'm sorry for loving you so deeply that you cried on my shoulder and laid your head on my chest when I laid down on the couch to hear my breath of life sweep in and out from my lungs. How I was so careful in my breathing so as not to harm or disturb the peace that we established between eachother; how even a single delicate breeze I would've prevented from removing a single hair from its place on your head during that moment. How I took my finger to wipe the tears from your cheek in desperation to comfort you from worldly disasters and devestations; if that tear were to hit your cheek would've been of nuclear force to me.

I'm sorry for giving you the sexual sensation of pleasure that any child would partake of as innocent and peaceful as laying in a green field covered with golden sunshine; such that will possibly never be duplicated in experience as we can't be young again and will never relive such bliss until the afterlife- hence if you believe such. How your beauty blinds the beautiful, and your flower blooms all other flowers, did I and was I able to enjoy your body and what a wonderful experience it was. Something that no dream-come-true could ever achieve, even if in the softest silk with the softest music and the lightest colors of sweetest smells.

I know I'm nothing to look at or to think about, but please know that you are everything that I'm not; beautiful, smart, the epiphany of grace, the precipice of joy and bliss. Nobody can be compared to whom I shared such an experience with in such a state in time and space; no theory or physical law can separate my memory or our historical significance for the reality of it's invisible existence- lost in time, but retained in memory.

I'm confident that if not now then one day as we lay in our grave that we can relive it under the same confidence, willingness, and pleasure that I remember. No more negativity, no more tainting criticism, just you and I in that that we were, a moment, no-one or nothing else.

I'm sorry, yet I don't seek forgiveness, that is up to you and how you want it to be. You are to be loved and I do still love you- even in memory.

In-what-we-had, ioiov