Still, and all, he's such a pretty dishy little nance, it's hard not to savor him just for the purity of his perversions. Had the mainstream not deluded itself, it would be obvious that Michael Jackson is our greatest drag queen since Liberace. The trick is to remold your sexual aesthetics around the remolded person of MJ and his fab outfits! So -

The MJ persona is so soft and gentle and pliable and passive-aggressive, so much the submissive female who gets her way through manipulation, that I can only imagine him, inside his faux-military suits, as having the biggest hairyest smellyest juicyest pair of nuts that you can imagine. And wirey bristley hair on the inside of his thighs that he has to shave to stay sweet for caresses. If only his fans knew what the moon-walking little simp was packing! His penis is trim but decorative, too small to fill a hot dog bun, but peppy like a little yapping shih tzu when he squirts his semen.

And my fantasy - testicular 69 with Michael Jackson. MJ cooing in his soft voice as he slips his lithe thighs around my face and dangles his massive balls over my mouth. I begin to kiss and lick and suckle and chew his big balls - I can't help myself - as he makes small girly sounds. Soon, he's doing the same to me with his glossed lips and surprisingly rough tongue. It goes on and on. Our hands explore buttocks and thighs, but never a penis do they touch. The low but powerful sensuality builds and builds as we both drift into our deepest erotic fantasies, our balls enflaming our passions. Finally, driven by the nameless smut in our minds and the knowing lips on our balls, MJ and I enter a prolonged moaning orgasm. After it's over, MJ and I embrace and look at each other with limpid eyes. Then, I take his gentle hand in mine and bite off the tip of his little finger. MJ screams, and blood sprays, spattering the white sheets. He will never trust again. His love has been betrayed. He will never have the confidence to hurt another child. Vengeance is mine, saith the Lord. But bobov gets to castrate.

OK, so it's disgusting. It still beats intercourse with a lawn mower.

I would.

It's really not seemly to criticize some else's fantasy, but...(there's always a 'but' in there!)...

My attorneys have instructed me to say I have no intentions with regard to Michael Jackson's butt.

"Who would have thought that you could destroy my beautiful wickedness" - The Wicked Witch of the West.

Michael! Don't be offended! Come back, come back! Oh, now you meanies have gone and driven him off. He was the best tongue bath I ever had.

I can't believe it! Am I the only one here who wants to dress up as a five-year-old, complete with propellor beanie, all-day-sucker, and shorts, and then take a "nap" with Michael and feel his - ungloved! - hand sliding beneath my waistband? I shudder with joy at the thought. Oh well. Each to his own taste.

Cropped close to the ground. I know what you mean. Oh, to run a roaring power mower across a field of waving genitalia. And Michael's precious winkie-dinkie dead center with a pink ribbon. After that, it could become a hood ornament on a vintage car at Neverland.

Somehow, I suspect that a few might enjoy the lawn mower a bit more....

Sometimes, I regret that I never had that homosexual experience. I never met the right moment or person or, maybe, the attraction had limits. Just as well, the people to whom I felt attraction all died long ago from AIDS. However, I adored those people. [I kinda like the guy in the picture left of here--but self-love probably doesn't count as homosexual experience.]

Michael Jackson does not seem real. He is not like the drag queens whom I know from New Orleans. He seems arrested emotionally. He does not seem able to relate to people. I am probably wrong, of course. I do not know the man.

Still, the idea of sex with Michael Jackson seems strange. He seems asexual. The lawn mower would have more feeling, I think.

What kind of lawn mower do you recommend?

bobov (imported) wrote: Thu Feb 03, 2005 9:07 am My attorneys have instructed me to say I have no intentions with regard to Michael Jackson's butt.

Hmmm,

Has anybody seen the Internet porn site where they insert a ball bat?

YES! THOSE TIGHTS! THOSE MOVES! COULD IT BE? IT IS!

It is...BAT BOY (sideways, I hope!)



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A-1

It seems like I won't have trouble selling tickets for a chartered bus to Neverland.