Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
C'mon, someone's gotta have an opinion.
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
if your going for the guy look its working.
the fallen angel of love, music, and vengence samanthael fell to earth and fell in love with jay and merged with him. she is him and he is her. they love their friends and their sisters.
Thanks, that's exactly what I'm going for!
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
your welcome
the fallen angel of love, music, and vengence samanthael fell to earth and fell in love with jay and merged with him. she is him and he is her. they love their friends and their sisters.
Yup, peeing on the tree
The funny thing is, the tree had a penis. I kid you not... I'll post a picture of it. Very spesh.
Glad you like the pics. I like hats too. When I went out in that, everybody thought I was a girl. Damn. However, it did get me a big fecking snog, so I guess all was not losted. Hehe. It seems I have orbs following me around, though-- in the pee pic there's one behind me, and in the guitar pic there's one near the top right corner. Very odd. I'm quite interested in orbs.
Here's the tree's willie:
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Yes, I suppose it's tree porn.
Now, THAT is what I call a woody! LOL
They're small orbs... One behind me in the tree pic... If you look about an inch to the left, level with my shoulder blade.
In the guitar pic... It's right next to the Marshall stack, where the head is sitting on the speaker. About a half inch to the right of the Marshall.
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Okay, you saw them. Very strange.
(Not strange you saw them, they're just strange)
Last edited by Abraxas; 10-26-2004 at 07:30 AM.
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Which pics?
The ones with the older couple are my stepmum's parents.
With the sign, they're just a couple of friends.
The one with me holding the little kid... The guy is my father's cousin, with his wife and two sons.
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
LOL
No probs, I am, too. It's only, what, 6.40 am here and I've been up all night.
Oh, and the cats are my brothers. Er... Maybe my second cousins. One or the other. Maybe my step- second cousins.
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Hah just so that you know, Eddie...I'm kickin' your ass for havin' enough money and for actually knowin' how to use that thing. Just letting you know that.
As for the pics, you are lookin more and more guyish. Keep it up, homie.
OUCH! Stop kicking my ass! ****ing hell, that hurts!
Anyway... Thanks
Glad you think so, as that's what I was aiming for.
I wish I could spontaneously sprout a dick like the tree did. That would be SUPERDAMN great!
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Alright alright ::takes boot off your head:: There you go. No more fighting.
Hah I know what you mean though. Those pics were still cool. Glad you accomplished what you were aiming for. One of these days, I'll stop bein' a chickenshit and post pics of my own.
Hehe
Thanks *rubs head*
Yeah, I'm more or less there. I still would really love to run around shirtless.
C'mon, man, post some pics
I bet you're hot. Do it!
DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT
(like an odd chant or something)
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Heh dork. I'd kill to be able to walk around shirtless. That just won't happen for the long time if ever. I might feel uncomfy even with the scars it leaves that I'll stick to a simple wifebeater.
I'm weird about posting pics normally, because everyone can easily browse this board. I guess I'm a bit paranoid. I've sent some to Vicky via yahoo...she might attest to me bein' alright lookin.
Yeah, the scars are kind of a giveaway anyhow.
Well, post your pics when you're good and ready.
Hehe.
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
I am attesting to the fact that Jacob is alright lookin ... Actually, more than just alright looking!Originally Posted by xsideburnsx
Eddie, you look great. And I mean that.
Love,
Vicky
just strolling along the boardwalk of life!
John 3:16 For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
http://www.vickysplace.co.za/
Thanks very much, girls!
I don't golf anyway
I still find it a bit difficult to pass at times, as I want to look like a girlish boy and if I go in that direction, I end up being considered just a girl. I can't wear any eyeliner for a heay- metal look, or I turn into 'rock chick'.
But maybe if I establish myself as male and hang out with more people, I can head in that direction more.
I think it's the hair that's helping. My face hasn't really changed that much since I was ten or so, and then people always thought I was a guy-- but I had short hair. Of course, it was odd when I got older and my hair grew out, they still kept calling me a guy till I was 15. Now that I actually realise what I am (a TV) and want to pass as a bloke, I find it hard. Talk about your lousy irony.
The other thing I find hard is, I'm a gay boy, but if I look at or talk about guys in public, it screams 'girl!' again. I don't act like the stereotypical gay dude, with a flick of the wrist and a lisp. I act much like... I don't know. Not like any guys I know. I listen to rock and metal music, play it as well, am goofy sometimes, serious sometimes. I've definitely got a unique personality and am not a cookie cutter kid.
I don't want to conform in order to pass. I just want to be me. And doing both is really hard. But... I'm managing. Anyway...
I will knock you on your noodles-- gently, of course-- next time I'd like feedback. Hehe.
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Thanks
Yes, myself and everybody else thinks I look much more comfortable in my normal clothes. My father's seen me (in pictures and in person) in girlie and thinks I look extremely uncomfortable.
Glad you like the pics of the tree I thought it was so cool and unique when I saw it, that I just had to take pictures!
Thanks again,
--Eddie
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Hehehe
Thanks!
Well, I suppose if you like both, then why not have the best of both worlds
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Hehe. Did he give you an extremely confused look?
Nope, I'm not a man, unfortunately. Well, yes, I am but my body seems to disagree with my brain.
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
Or, were you telling him to back up from the transvestite
Yes-- socks! Run out again! Why is it that no matter how many millions of pairs of socks I buy, I never seem to have any? They just... disappear. Honestly, you'd think someone was coming in here, stealing the damn things, and selling them off. . . For me, socks are like sex: tons of it about, and I never seem to get any.
! ...no comment...
Just send some pics to Eddie (by PM I assume) like you did with Vicky. Easy.Originally Posted by xsideburnsx