General Info
I Am Here For: |
For a New Experience, To Explore My Sexuality, To Meet People |
Marital Status: |
Divorced |
Children: |
Eventually |
Education: |
College Graduate |
Religion: |
Christian |
Smoke: |
No |
Drink: |
Yes |
Occupation: |
Writer |
Body Type: |
More to love! |
Height: |
6' 0" |
Ethnicity: |
White / Caucasian |
Languages: |
English |
Sexy Stuff
I Am Looking For: |
Virtual Relationship, Cyber Sex, Social Encounters, Just Looking, Real Life Relationship, Erotic Chat, Cyber Friendships |
Sexual Fantasies: |
Domination, Bondage, A Beach, Costumes, Toys, Multiple People, Sadism & Masochism, Massage Oil, A Public Place, Exhibition & Voyeurism |
Sex is Best: |
Casual, Loving, Experimental, Wild, Kinky, In a Relationship |
Cybersex: |
Yes |
I Want You To: |
Play Along With My Fantasy, Tell Me You Love Me, Talk Dirty to Me, Tell Me I'm The Best, Tell Me Your Fantasy |
Cybersex Personality: |
Experienced, Loving, Passionate, Dominating, Voyeur, Threesomes, The More The Merrier, Nasty, Adventurous, Kinky, Role Player |
My Web Gifts
A gift from uname
Note:
Content:
Sent
12/12/2012
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BryantheWriter's Scoop
About me:
I am 37 and from Chicago. I write for a living.
"Stood in firelight, sweltering. Bloodstain on chest like map of violent new continent. Felt cleansed. Felt dark planet turn under my feet and knew what cats know that makes them scream like babies in night. Looked at sky through smoke heavy with human fat and God was not there. The cold, suffocating dark goes on forever and we are alone. Live our lives, lacking anything better to do. Devise reason later. Born from oblivion; bear children, hell-bound as ourselves, go into oblivion. There is nothing else. Existence is random. Has no pattern save what we imagine after staring at it for too long. No meaning save what we choose to impose. This rudderless world is not shaped by vague metaphysical forces. It is not God who kills the children. Not fate that butchers them or destiny that feeds them to the dogs. It’s us. Only us. Streets stank of fire. The void breathed hard on my heart, turning it's illusions to ice, shattering them. Was reborn then, free to scrawl own design on this morally blank world. Was Rorschach. Does that answer your questions, Doctor?" Rorschach - Watchmen by Alan Moore
Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Robert Frost
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
The Blob yaks a LOT about his book
Since the Sounds of Hell got cut off, thought I would post where I found it. Ignore the stupid words on the screen and just listen.
I really like this song too
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Fifth Level of Hell! Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
Who I'd like to meet:
I'd like to meet someone fun. Someone interested in no strings attached. Someone who loves sex almost as much as me.
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More About BryantheWriter
My Other Profile/Website Links:
N/A
Interests:
movies, radio, TV, internet, music, jazz, blues, rock and roll, writing, fiction,reading, sex,sex, sex
My Favorite Websites:
N/A
Music:
Pink Floyd, Peter Gabriel, Peter Himmelman, Miles Davis, Buddy Guy, Jimi Hendrix, Charles Mingus, Charlie Parker
Movies:
Jaws, Alien, The Proposition, The Godfather, The Dark Knight, Silence of the Lambs
Books:
The Stand, It, A Boy's Life
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