Tygerscent

SHOW ME THE MAN WHO PINCHED YOUR ASS for Brian I'll go and beat 'em up for you. Point him out to me and don't be a chicken shit about it. I have just the thing for guys who like to grab the asses of real men. He won't know what hit him when I knock him over the head with a monkey wrench as big as my arm. I will throw his unconscious body over my shoulder like a sack of potatoes and plunge it into a chair where I will duct tape his mouth, cover his bleeding head with a black nickel bag until you give the word to cut off those infamous hands. Don't worry. Don't beat yourself up over this shit. You handled things fine considering the circumstances. Leave it all to me. I'm as loyal as a German Shepard. He'll pay for what he's done. I'll see to that. I have attached battery cables to his nipples. I cut the brake line to his Continental. I don't think anyone saw me. He was foaming at the mouth when I left him this morning locked hot and sweating in my basement like Bruce Willis in Pulp Fiction. Wait til you see what I do with the alcohol and razor blades. Who does he think he is? What's the meaning of this? Doesn't this mother fucker know you don't get down like that? I'll show him. I'll teach him to keep his hands to himself. I'll cut the bitche's balls off and use them as earrings. Just the thing to asentuate my eyes. I'm gonna make him sorry he ever laid eyes on you. Gonna teach that cocksucker a lesson. When all is done, I'm gonna do to him what he did to you and so much more. Shane Allison is the author of four chapbooks of poetry. "Ceiling of Mirrors" (Cynic Press), "Black Fag" (Future Tense Books), "Cock and Balls" (Feel Free Press), and "I Want to Fuck a Redneck" is forthcoming from (Scintillating Press). He's been published in Best Black Gay Erotica and has work forthcoming in Ultimate Gay Erotica 2006. He is friends with poet Jarret Keene.

Give Me My Lover Give me my lover’s smile, Teeth, lips around my neck, Gold delicate hands bush up Against chin, against hard nipples. I smile to welcome desire, Body moving, rising in the heat, Crawl down your torso, Mold my body to your fine shape. Licking down to secret parts of you, Unknotting as my steady fingers Stroke your quivering thighs. Slowly fingers disappear in you. My mind focused on that flash of night, The sighs and little cries in response– When lightening hits the spot, Entire trunk of tree splinters…. There is little tenderness as I enter, Fully claim the heart’s desire, Thrusting hard until I seed the furrow, Plant my essence deep into your cells. Bear me, absorb me while you sleep, Our unhurried closeness like a boat, Drifting out to sea, cradled by waves, Rocking us in arms we cannot see.

I’ve Known Him Like Forever I think I started loving him The very day we met in high school— Almost ten years ago, And Ben’s still my closest friend. We finish each other’s sentences, Shop for clothes together, See movies and double date. We sit together, his girlfriend to the right, My girlfriend to the left. And sometimes Our legs, our thighs rest against each other, There in the darkness where no one can notice. I suppose I do love him, as guys love their buds. And yeah, we hug sometimes when we meet. I hug him again when he leaves. Sure, he’s spent the night at my house, As I have slept at his. But lately, Things seem to have changed. I’ve noticed his eyes drop to my lips when I speak. His hugs are tighter and maybe a bit longer. Maybe it’s all in my head, I dunno. You know? It feels complicated, cuz I’m closer to him Than I ever was to my brother. So the bond is strong. And warm. And sometimes our fights can be passionate. Two weeks ago, he totally pissed me off And I shoved him hard. He fell onto my bed, He seemed surprised and was looking up at me With dark piercing eyes, and he doesn’t move, Except he kinda lifts one knee and shifts his thighs apart. And I swear to god, he’s more handsome than me, For a minute, I started to get hard. So I said, “I’m gonna get a beer. You want anything?” And he says, “Go get your beer. I need time to think….” And in the kitchen, I had this wild thought— What if he’s naked when I go back? I kept thinkin’, what do I do if he wants Something I can’t give? Or is it me That wants something closer from him? Well, he wasn’t naked when I went back. So we lay there on my bed and watched A Yankees game on TV. We didn’t touch. We didn’t even talk. And that’s never happened before. Silence was just all over the room. I even thought maybe I need to quit my job, Move away, maybe out to San Francisco. Then I wondered, why was I thinking San Francisco? That’s where all the gay guys live…. How fucked up is that? So when he left, I didn’t hug him. And an hour later, he calls me and says, “I think we need to talk…” Of course I said, “Sure, anytime.” And he says, “I’m gonna come back over.” Now I’m sitting and waiting and my mind Is running 100 mph and I feel scared. What’s he gonna say? What should I say? I mean, what if he says “Let’s first take a swim”? Cuz sometimes we just swim nude, ya know? Fuck. It was like I read his mind. He walks through the door and says “Let’s go for a swim. I’m feeling hot.” He strips out of his jeans and tee, And he has no underpants on, going commando, Which he’s never done before. I swear to god, I look and he’s got a semi. “You coming along with me?” So yeah, I follow. And I’m naked walking behind him Looking at his ass. Oh, my god. I was getting’ hard. He dives into the water, and I dive behind. It feels like I got butterflies in my stomach, ya know? So we swim a bit, and he starts splashing water. And then he says, “So what are we gonna do about this?” I say, “About what, Ben?” “About us….” And I don’t know what to say. And then I started to cry. He swims closer and just holds me, right there, Naked in my pool. Right there, naked in my pool…

alternate names for black boys BY DANEZ SMITH 1. smoke above the burning bush 2. archnemesis of summer night 3. first son of soil 4. coal awaiting spark & wind 5. guilty until proven dead 6. oil heavy starlight 7. monster until proven ghost 8. gone 9. phoenix who forgets to un-ash 10. going, going, gone 11. gods of shovels & black veils 12. what once passed for kindling 13. fireworks at dawn 14. brilliant, shadow hued coral 15. (I thought to leave this blank but who am I to name us nothing?) 16. prayer who learned to bite & sprint 17. a mother’s joy & clutched breath

The 17-Year-Old & the Gay Bar BY DANEZ SMITH this gin-heavy heaven, blessed ground to think gay & mean we. bless the fake id & the bouncer who knew this need to be needed, to belong, to know how a man taste full on vodka & free of sin. i know not which god to pray to. i look to christ, i look to every mouth on the dance floor, i order a whiskey coke, name it the blood of my new savior. he is just. he begs me to dance, to marvel men with the dash of hips i brought, he deems my mouth in some stranger’s mouth necessary. bless that man’s mouth, the song we sway sloppy to, the beat, the bridge, the length of his hand on my thigh & back & i know not which country i am of. i want to live on his tongue, build a home of gospel & gayety i want to raise a city behind his teeth for all boys of choirs & closets to refuge in. i want my new god to look at the mecca i built him & call it damn good or maybe i’m just tipsy & free for the first time, willing to worship anything i can taste.

https://projectzudotcom.wordpress.com/2018/04/17/keith-jarrett-a-gay-poem/

What’s 22 X 2many2remember~?🤔

I love the Amazon part~! Thanks for trail blazing… I started on that venture recently

Bottom feeders~ 😂🤣😂🤣😂🤣😂

Everyone here is 2257 compliant.

Soft, Moist sensations… Mmmmmmm~

Ooo… Fuck~ that’s hot~!!! thx~!

Ohhhhhh… Duketards~ Yes, I see that now~ Regarding driving: Superman only flies first class and Batman has keyless entry in both his bat cave and his Hot rod… (figuratively and actually). Who needs wallets when your both lacking precious jewels~

Oh, Soothe me sweet dreams of Kor-Indian husbear… I’m physically attracted but, more so attracted because it’s the blend of cultures that meshes with my own on many levels~ I can get my Jjimjilbang Jain on AND my philosopants off at the same time~ (“Philosopants you say~?”… why yes, that’s when my dick has a mind of its own and is looking to share ideas).🤔 The male bonding in each culture matches my own~ Their smooth personal style and humor charms me~ (Italians too though). Earthy, intellectual, full of heart and kookie in all the right ways~ Where intimacy can mean friendship and not just something sexual~ Music, Food and world views similar to values I grew up with~ I seem to have the best fun with these three cultures~ Although, Argentines and Sevillanos are also cultural clicks~ Below are friends and family of people I know~ They are not sexual partners~ It’s fun when people play, dance and sing with you… not dirty dancing but, celebration and ritual dancing~ Mixed heritage here: Indigenous/Alsatian-Acadian, turko-Mongolian Tatar, Northern Italian and Jewish-Greek blend in this tea bag~ Lots of tribal feel that seems to blend in with these cultures~ It’s a familiarity that draws me closer… the sexual attraction follows suit~

I’ve always kind of wondered why superheroes always wear their underwear outside of their pants… It’s just a questionI’ve always kind of wondered why superheroes always wear their underwear outside of their pants… It’s just a question I have~ …and are Spider-Man’s underwear silk~?

Will give poumds do it then~?

Amazing image really~ The cascading whatever adds a special touch~ Whose up for a dip~?

It’s a foykin brown goatcha little breast bandit~

I respect any woman who can get her pussy up to her supple milky breast and feed it~ She deserves her seat for free, fruit cup, beverage AND extra snack bag~! I tried this and hurt my back~

You’ve misread: it’s not “No Nut” November, It’s “Doughnut” November: your supposed to ice one or eat one every day though out the month to show your solidarity and support for something… I’m not sure what~ I think to support Starving Bottoms~ We’re trying end the hunger~ It’s a global problem and getting worse by the day~ Only WE can end the hunger together~

Actually: #1.5: make sure their topness and bottomness mesh~ You don’t want everyone bumpin pussies all night~ #1.78: be clear as to who you want get attention from, give attention to and share attention with~ it can be awkward when people don’t know what the boundaries are while playing together… Or if you only want these two people playing with you and your focus to be on you, it’s important to tell them that they’re not allowed to play together to whatever degree makes you uncomfortable. On the other hand… It’s important to tell them that you may be wanna step back and just let them play while you watch because that happens to. #1.83: leave now one’s behind… 🤔 No, that’s not #1.83~ #1.83 is: leave no one behind… there’s three of you there… be sure all three know they are not only there but valued~ It’s a group effort~ Be groupful in your groping~ #2.75: make sure drug policies, vaccination policies and hiv status policies all mesh~ #7: if you feel like somebody’s done a more exceptional job and the tip is appropriate, it’s pretty tasteless to tip that person in an obvious way in front of the other person who is not getting a tip. Suggestions: when somebody rings a bell and wins the cigar, send it to them through Zella, PayPal later with thank you note or in closed/sealed envelopes~ don’t sit there and count out each person‘s earning in front of them~ You’re dealing with human beings not slot machines.

I like #5… It’s like when you first take your dog to the dog park… You do the same thingIt’s like when you first take your dog to the dog park… You do the same thing~ Be sure to bring a biscuit ore two~

Good chance of success IF: (SoOoOOoOoOo Important~!!!)… Both providers show up and the Client doesn’t cancel last minute~

Equally deadly is not believing and spreading Truthful accurate information~ The real issue seems to be the ability for people to reason what actually is true and not true~ Many people believe what is comfortable and easy for them to believe and they don’t challenge their own ideas enough to ever get away from their own personal truth and the personal truth of those who believe like them~ When something is politicized, it becomes an even bigger shit pile of stupid because people start competing against each other as opposed to competing with them themselves. Perhaps if people would look within themselves and challenge their own ideas to see what is true or not true we might rise above propaganda and media/political influence. Look within and make the changes there first~

Ya… this sand box needs some love~