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Wednesday, January 7, 2015
Introducing... IGLOO AUSTRALIA
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Tuesday, October 14, 2014
Wednesday, September 17, 2014
I was Raped, and No one knows.
I was born in Albuquerque New Mexico almost 20 years ago. My family and I moved here in the middle of 1997 right after my 2nd birthday because my mother received a better job opportunity at the cancer center here in town. She's a Radiation Therapist who treats all of the cancer patients here in town. Another reason we moved was because we lived in a ghetto trailer park in a trailer that didn't have locks on it and we had been broken into three times in the course of two months. My parents had had enough.
Fast forward about 8 years, we moved into our current home here on Center Street behind Walgreens. It was beautiful to begin with considering we had just moved out of a two bedroom apartment that was too small to fit our parents plus us growing children. Sure it needed to be modernized, but what 50 year old house doesn't? We made it our home.
About two months after we moved in and were finally settled for the most part, I started living my routine life as a 10 year old. Going outside and playing on the swing, cutting my sisters barbie doll hair off, and playing video games on our (then new) emachine computer. It was top of the line at the time and I think my parents spent over a thousand dollars it. I got into all kinds of games from roller coaster tycoon, to the modernized atari games. It was so much fun.
By this time in my life my parents both had steady good jobs during the day which left me and my sister home alone by ourselves. My parents never really trusted enough to have a baby sitter come by and watch us. plus there was the fact that they had been stolen from before. The computer was always in the basement, and my sister was always up stairs doing what 7 year olds do, so I found solace being in the basement by myself.
One day though, I got curious. So curious I could hardly contain myself. My dad had playboy magazines in his office and his door was unlocked. So I went in and started browsing through the countless issues. I remember thinking to myself, grownups look like this underneath? What scared me even more was that I wasn't really attracted to the females, even though it was a prominently female model magazine. There were a few sex scenes in the older ones, and I got really turned on by the men, especially the physically fit ones. I was so confused.
I started making a regular habit of going in there when my dad wasn't home until he caught me and beat my ass for it. I had to go low profile for about a week after that had passed and my dad had sort of put it out of his mind. I remember going back downstairs again and looking at that emachine computer. We had internet. I was smart enough by this time to know that I could find what I was looking for on the internet. I sat down and turned on the computer. Man was I nervous and excited at the same time. I went to the internet browser and typed in google. Next, I typed in key works like porn, and fuck, and gay, and all kinds of other weird things. I had heard all of these names for my parents when they were drunk or when my dad was on some kind of stupid anti Gay rant.
The images that popped up turned me on so much, I don't really even remember how to describe it. The men were masturbating with each and than "fucking each other". God I loved it. That's basically how I know how to do all the stuff that I do now. I learned it from gay porn.
Fast forward to my freshman year of high school. I. Was. Fat. I had gone through middle school getting shoved into lockers and had candy thrown at me constantly. So many names, I don't even remember all of them. My only friends were the lunch ladies, and all they did was give me extra food to make me feel better. But anyway, high school was different because there were more people. More people to make fun of me. The only reason I had gotten fat was because I really couldn't exercise at all because of an issue with my heart. Any form or any amount of exercise could send my heart into a spasm. W later found out that I had a rare heart problem called "Super Ventricular Tachycardia" (SVT) for short. After I had that fixed, I was able to start exercising. But I still delt with the bullying for most of my freshman year. Lard ass, pig fuck, and rhino, were just a few to name.
I've loved choir all of my life, so it didn't come as a surprise to me when my choir director and my only guy friend at the time suggested that I tried out for show choir. I had long hair at this point and was extremely self conscious about my body, but I told them I would. They helped boost my confidence a little bit. We had to find our own dance partner to try out with, which was going to be extremely hard because I didn't even know how to talk to girls, plus all of them either had partners already, or didn't want to dance with a fat guy. It was heart breaking. But I still showed up for the tryouts a week later without a partner, and one of the junior girls named Angie Shieber said she would dance with me. I was so embarrassed to have a beautiful girl like that dancing with me and wondering what she must me thinking about dancing with a fat fuck like me. I made it into show choir.
The requirement for being in show choir, was that you had to have a clean haircut and go to show choir camp. I did both. When I went to camp, I made a few friends in our group because I had no choice but to hang out with them. And they ended up being really sweet and nice to me even though I was by far the fattest person there. It was a shocker. I ended up losing like 5 pounds while I was there. I came back home and I had a better outlook on life. I remember watching television when I got back and seeing an ad for Zumba. I don't know what made me do it, but I ordered it and it came about a week later. I started doing it, and I felt like an idiot at first because I didn't know the moves for shit. I had to cover up the mirror in my room because I didn't want to see my fat ass dancing. Over time though, I got better at it and people started to notice the drastic change my body was making. My mom even took me to the doctor to get tested for anorexia and bulimia. I was so offended when she did that.
Over the course of that two month span that I did zumba, my personality and attitude started to change. I was growing more verbal with people, my confidence was slowly raising as the reflection looking back at me got thinner and thinner. I think I got down to about 130 pounds before I finally got tired of doing the damn workout. I was so proud of myself.
At school when I came back for my sophomore year, I had people who had bullied me for the past three years come up to me and welcome me to the school as if I were a new student. I told you I also got more confident in my words and my look, I strait up called them out and told them who I was and to go fuck themselves. I don't need those kind of fake people in my life and I still to this day have to deal with people like that. For the most part, I felt like I was a more independent person.
So about my junior year, I've been watching gay porn for about 7 years now and I'm at that age where I want to try something with another guy. I just hadn't been given the opportunity yet. I remember being in the guys football locker room cleaning shit up because I had gotten in trouble for something stupid, I imagine. There was this smoking hot football player getting out of the shower, and I had to look away. Football players can smell fags from a mile away and I didn't really need that biting me in the ass. I just kept cleaning.
I turn around and see him standing there looking at me and i'm like WTF? I say hi and explain that I'm just cleaning because I got into trouble with one of my teachers. He's like "that's cool", and asks for my phone. I give it to him and he sticks his phone number in it. I almost lose oxygen. He gives me back my phone and says "Ill text you". Than he left. I spend the rest of the day thinking about that and later in the evening I'm at home. While i'm eating dinner he texts me and invites me over to his place for a party he's having with the rest of the football team and some of their friends. My parents would never let me go to something like that so I get smart and sneak out of my window in my bedroom. I make it over to his place in good time because at this point in my life I finally have a car.
When I showed up, some of my show choir friends were there and they were totally shocked to see me show up. It was like on a scale from 1 to cool, I was starting to lean more onto the cool side of the scale. I started drinking from other people cups, and a side note here, this is the first time i've ever drank or even been to a party. I see they guy from the locker room come down the hall and my drunk ass being stupid as hell I go over and start blabbing away. It was honestly nice not to give a shit for once. He had a drink in his hand that looked like he had been drinking from and he offered it to me so I take a huge swig of it. Everything goes good for about 10 more minutes and than I start to feel weird and not in control of my own body. Fuck.
I make my way to the bathroom just to get away from it all and right as get into the door way of the bathroom, I see him standing there. He asks if i'm ok, and by this point I really can't say anything. He pushes me back against the wall and closes the door. He starts talking dirty to me telling me that I have a fine ass and that it looked like it need a good pounding. I'm hyperventilating at this point. Never in my life did I think that this would happen to me. He rips off my shirt and my pants and underwear and goes to town. I'm trying to scream and move, but I just couldn't. He was being so loud while this was happening, but because of how many people were in the house, I doubt anyone even heard anything.
When he "finished" he didn't pull out, and me having no sexual experience at all thought that was so fucking disgusting. The party had died down considerably when he opened the door. Lots of people were passed out on the floor and laying in their own puddle of drool. There were just a few people still left awake. While they had there backs turned, he picked me up and took me to his bedroom and told them after he laid me down on the bed the he was tired and going to pass out in his room. He locked the door, and he did it all over again like 4 times through out the night.
I became a huge slut. I won't even sugarcoat it. It was really bad. I even went as far as to call a number that was written in a bathroom stall at a presto gas station to suck his dick. I look back at all of this now and I am so ashamed of myself. I took probably the worst situation i've ever been in and shoved it behind me like it didn't even matter. And to top it all off, I started thinking lower and lower of myself, like I was destined to be a slut and that absolutely nobody cared about me or the situation I was in. I went to New York City in January, and went to a damn bath haus. How stupid and irresponsible is that? Of course when I got back, I made sure that I was tested for everything and it all came back negative, but how can I think so lowly of myself.
You know what the saddest part of it all is?? Nobody would ever guess any of this is about me. And nobody ever will.
Fast forward about 8 years, we moved into our current home here on Center Street behind Walgreens. It was beautiful to begin with considering we had just moved out of a two bedroom apartment that was too small to fit our parents plus us growing children. Sure it needed to be modernized, but what 50 year old house doesn't? We made it our home.
About two months after we moved in and were finally settled for the most part, I started living my routine life as a 10 year old. Going outside and playing on the swing, cutting my sisters barbie doll hair off, and playing video games on our (then new) emachine computer. It was top of the line at the time and I think my parents spent over a thousand dollars it. I got into all kinds of games from roller coaster tycoon, to the modernized atari games. It was so much fun.
By this time in my life my parents both had steady good jobs during the day which left me and my sister home alone by ourselves. My parents never really trusted enough to have a baby sitter come by and watch us. plus there was the fact that they had been stolen from before. The computer was always in the basement, and my sister was always up stairs doing what 7 year olds do, so I found solace being in the basement by myself.
One day though, I got curious. So curious I could hardly contain myself. My dad had playboy magazines in his office and his door was unlocked. So I went in and started browsing through the countless issues. I remember thinking to myself, grownups look like this underneath? What scared me even more was that I wasn't really attracted to the females, even though it was a prominently female model magazine. There were a few sex scenes in the older ones, and I got really turned on by the men, especially the physically fit ones. I was so confused.
I started making a regular habit of going in there when my dad wasn't home until he caught me and beat my ass for it. I had to go low profile for about a week after that had passed and my dad had sort of put it out of his mind. I remember going back downstairs again and looking at that emachine computer. We had internet. I was smart enough by this time to know that I could find what I was looking for on the internet. I sat down and turned on the computer. Man was I nervous and excited at the same time. I went to the internet browser and typed in google. Next, I typed in key works like porn, and fuck, and gay, and all kinds of other weird things. I had heard all of these names for my parents when they were drunk or when my dad was on some kind of stupid anti Gay rant.
The images that popped up turned me on so much, I don't really even remember how to describe it. The men were masturbating with each and than "fucking each other". God I loved it. That's basically how I know how to do all the stuff that I do now. I learned it from gay porn.
Fast forward to my freshman year of high school. I. Was. Fat. I had gone through middle school getting shoved into lockers and had candy thrown at me constantly. So many names, I don't even remember all of them. My only friends were the lunch ladies, and all they did was give me extra food to make me feel better. But anyway, high school was different because there were more people. More people to make fun of me. The only reason I had gotten fat was because I really couldn't exercise at all because of an issue with my heart. Any form or any amount of exercise could send my heart into a spasm. W later found out that I had a rare heart problem called "Super Ventricular Tachycardia" (SVT) for short. After I had that fixed, I was able to start exercising. But I still delt with the bullying for most of my freshman year. Lard ass, pig fuck, and rhino, were just a few to name.
I've loved choir all of my life, so it didn't come as a surprise to me when my choir director and my only guy friend at the time suggested that I tried out for show choir. I had long hair at this point and was extremely self conscious about my body, but I told them I would. They helped boost my confidence a little bit. We had to find our own dance partner to try out with, which was going to be extremely hard because I didn't even know how to talk to girls, plus all of them either had partners already, or didn't want to dance with a fat guy. It was heart breaking. But I still showed up for the tryouts a week later without a partner, and one of the junior girls named Angie Shieber said she would dance with me. I was so embarrassed to have a beautiful girl like that dancing with me and wondering what she must me thinking about dancing with a fat fuck like me. I made it into show choir.
The requirement for being in show choir, was that you had to have a clean haircut and go to show choir camp. I did both. When I went to camp, I made a few friends in our group because I had no choice but to hang out with them. And they ended up being really sweet and nice to me even though I was by far the fattest person there. It was a shocker. I ended up losing like 5 pounds while I was there. I came back home and I had a better outlook on life. I remember watching television when I got back and seeing an ad for Zumba. I don't know what made me do it, but I ordered it and it came about a week later. I started doing it, and I felt like an idiot at first because I didn't know the moves for shit. I had to cover up the mirror in my room because I didn't want to see my fat ass dancing. Over time though, I got better at it and people started to notice the drastic change my body was making. My mom even took me to the doctor to get tested for anorexia and bulimia. I was so offended when she did that.
Over the course of that two month span that I did zumba, my personality and attitude started to change. I was growing more verbal with people, my confidence was slowly raising as the reflection looking back at me got thinner and thinner. I think I got down to about 130 pounds before I finally got tired of doing the damn workout. I was so proud of myself.
At school when I came back for my sophomore year, I had people who had bullied me for the past three years come up to me and welcome me to the school as if I were a new student. I told you I also got more confident in my words and my look, I strait up called them out and told them who I was and to go fuck themselves. I don't need those kind of fake people in my life and I still to this day have to deal with people like that. For the most part, I felt like I was a more independent person.
So about my junior year, I've been watching gay porn for about 7 years now and I'm at that age where I want to try something with another guy. I just hadn't been given the opportunity yet. I remember being in the guys football locker room cleaning shit up because I had gotten in trouble for something stupid, I imagine. There was this smoking hot football player getting out of the shower, and I had to look away. Football players can smell fags from a mile away and I didn't really need that biting me in the ass. I just kept cleaning.
I turn around and see him standing there looking at me and i'm like WTF? I say hi and explain that I'm just cleaning because I got into trouble with one of my teachers. He's like "that's cool", and asks for my phone. I give it to him and he sticks his phone number in it. I almost lose oxygen. He gives me back my phone and says "Ill text you". Than he left. I spend the rest of the day thinking about that and later in the evening I'm at home. While i'm eating dinner he texts me and invites me over to his place for a party he's having with the rest of the football team and some of their friends. My parents would never let me go to something like that so I get smart and sneak out of my window in my bedroom. I make it over to his place in good time because at this point in my life I finally have a car.
When I showed up, some of my show choir friends were there and they were totally shocked to see me show up. It was like on a scale from 1 to cool, I was starting to lean more onto the cool side of the scale. I started drinking from other people cups, and a side note here, this is the first time i've ever drank or even been to a party. I see they guy from the locker room come down the hall and my drunk ass being stupid as hell I go over and start blabbing away. It was honestly nice not to give a shit for once. He had a drink in his hand that looked like he had been drinking from and he offered it to me so I take a huge swig of it. Everything goes good for about 10 more minutes and than I start to feel weird and not in control of my own body. Fuck.
I make my way to the bathroom just to get away from it all and right as get into the door way of the bathroom, I see him standing there. He asks if i'm ok, and by this point I really can't say anything. He pushes me back against the wall and closes the door. He starts talking dirty to me telling me that I have a fine ass and that it looked like it need a good pounding. I'm hyperventilating at this point. Never in my life did I think that this would happen to me. He rips off my shirt and my pants and underwear and goes to town. I'm trying to scream and move, but I just couldn't. He was being so loud while this was happening, but because of how many people were in the house, I doubt anyone even heard anything.
When he "finished" he didn't pull out, and me having no sexual experience at all thought that was so fucking disgusting. The party had died down considerably when he opened the door. Lots of people were passed out on the floor and laying in their own puddle of drool. There were just a few people still left awake. While they had there backs turned, he picked me up and took me to his bedroom and told them after he laid me down on the bed the he was tired and going to pass out in his room. He locked the door, and he did it all over again like 4 times through out the night.
I became a huge slut. I won't even sugarcoat it. It was really bad. I even went as far as to call a number that was written in a bathroom stall at a presto gas station to suck his dick. I look back at all of this now and I am so ashamed of myself. I took probably the worst situation i've ever been in and shoved it behind me like it didn't even matter. And to top it all off, I started thinking lower and lower of myself, like I was destined to be a slut and that absolutely nobody cared about me or the situation I was in. I went to New York City in January, and went to a damn bath haus. How stupid and irresponsible is that? Of course when I got back, I made sure that I was tested for everything and it all came back negative, but how can I think so lowly of myself.
You know what the saddest part of it all is?? Nobody would ever guess any of this is about me. And nobody ever will.
Friday, August 22, 2014
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Sunday, July 20, 2014
Munchies
Last night, I decided it was a good idea to go out and get trashed with my friends. I still think it was a good idea, although instead of being hungover today, I still feel like I'm stoned. #DankAssKush. On my way to life guarding this morning my mom took me to pick up my car. That's all she's really good for. I had flashbacks to last night while I was at work today. We played some fucking card game where you had to say niggers a lot. I didn't really get it. Away I go, to watch a movie illegally and happily fall asleep. Cheers.
Thursday, June 26, 2014
Miley Cyrus Medical Examilation
So, I REALLY lover Miley Cyrus, and I've often a fantasized what it might be like to make out with her. Due to millions of pictures on the internet, I know she is a fan of using her tongue. Weather or not she likes to use it when she's kissing, that's debatable and you should let your own mind dwell on that possibility, but I'd like to think she does. Her tongue is a long, almost triangular in shape. It could definitely reach all the way back past the recipients tonsils and maybe even tickle the uvula a little. This could put a whole new spin on making out. Not only are you getting the most epic kiss of a lifetime, but your also getting an oral medical examination. Just a fun thought.
Thursday, November 28, 2013
My Youtube Channel
Hi guys, I was just wanting to let you guys know that I have a channel on youtube where I do various things such as acting out different monologues, sing covers of my favorite songs, and even do some of those rediculous youtube challenges that could endanger my health. Here is the direct link to my youtube channel. Please don't forget to subscribe!!http://www.youtube.com/user/garyharley2013
Wednesday, November 27, 2013
Feeling Myself Where???
Miley just can't quit can she? I'm probably hands down one of her biggest fans and I am just completely mezmorized with this new song she's in. Yesterday, Will I Am debued his new single "Feeling Myself" ft. French Montana, Miley Cyrus, and Wiz Kalifa. The synthesized base rhythem in this new catchy song lifts me off my feet every time I listen too it. I can't help but move along to the beat. My sister gave me what we call her "Bitch Look" when I started dancing. My first thought was, "She probably thinks I'm a dipshit, because I really can't dance" but I honestly didn't give two fucks. Here's the link to the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VRuoR--LdqQ
Though I haven't quite figured out the meaning behind this song, I want to encourage that if you have what I call "Virgin" or "Conservative" ears, Don't listen to this song. You will want to rip your fucking ears off. I go to a conservative christian college in kansas that is swarming with bible thumpers who would think that this song was written by saten himself. So I know how some of you guys might react. Either way, I don't give a shit. I love this song. What are your thoughts?
Though I haven't quite figured out the meaning behind this song, I want to encourage that if you have what I call "Virgin" or "Conservative" ears, Don't listen to this song. You will want to rip your fucking ears off. I go to a conservative christian college in kansas that is swarming with bible thumpers who would think that this song was written by saten himself. So I know how some of you guys might react. Either way, I don't give a shit. I love this song. What are your thoughts?
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