Tricks and Treats

Things recently have been insane. And the General watches my every move now so I didn’t want to upset him with any online time.

I’m learning its better to make nice and just be sneaky.

So I found a place downtown to logon and chat, outta sight, and here I am. I get some long stares, but I’m used to it. They wouldn’t stare at me if I could shoot lightning outta my colon and blast their asses. That’s not very superhero-like. I’m sorry.

I’ve seen that same lady around downtown twice now. Both times she doesn’t appear to be actually following me, yet wherever I am, there she is not too far away. She reminds me of Hayden Panettiere if she were twenty years older.

I’m gonna write this, and later I’ll regret it, but I cry after every episode of Heroes cause I’m so jealous. I mean, I know its not real and all, but its like REAL for me. That’s so sad. I know.

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If only I was a carnie.

I think it might have been easier for me if I had just been given to a carnival or freak show when I was a baby. I could have been a carnie. A true carnie. A true freak. I would have snubbed my coil up at the lesser freaks — those who put on an act or who weren’t born with their talent, like I had been. I would have ruled the hen house. Alpha freak.

But I wasn’t. I was the crown jewel of my family. They would have never have let people gawk at me. Or ridicule me. Or love me. No. My family prized me above all other things. I was the pinnacle of an entire family’s destiny. And they would have never approved of anything I do now.

But, like the true carnie freak, I am not ashamed. I am not afraid. Well, okay. I’m afraid. I’m just a little two-head pig trying hard to make his way in this big bad-ass world.

My latest photoshoot

The General and I have been fighting for about two weeks. He forbid me to go out, and took away my computer, and even unplugged all the DSL connections so I couldn’t sneak in a tweet or two.

He’s been bugging me for awhile now to do a photoshoot, and I’m real scared about putting pictures of myself out there into the world. What if my family finds me? I’m just not strong enough yet to deal with that. He likes to look at me for long periods of time. Just staring. Makes me real nervous, but I need my computer back.

So, since we’ve been fighting so much, I agreed to let him shoot me, and he gave me back my computer and internet.

Anyways, here’s the photos… I hope I don’t offend anyone. Click the photo below to see the whole shoot.

Twelve Toes. All Heart.

Even during this whole tail madness today, I’ve been thinking about someone else. I’m not just repressed. I’m ridiculously repressed.

I started putting ads in craigslist m4m section a few weeks ago, and after a lot of patience and a lot of writing back to total creeps, I started emailing this guy Ted back and forth pretty regularly. I was totally honest with him about my appearance. Right? Its not really something I can hide. So I was blunt. “Dude, why haven’t you wanted to meet up yet? Is it my colon?”

Finally this afternoon, he emailed me a picture of his feet. With a really sweet email about being embarassed. I mean, c’mon, I’m a freakin colon, for crissakes.

I wanted to hookup with him tonight, but the General’s been real crabby today with me, and I just want the tense meter to go down some around here before I start splittin out on him again. It’s really hard being around here lately. He wants a night treatment tonight but I can’t stand to even be in the same room with with him right now. I sure ain’t gonna be sucking his shriveled dick while he’s acting like this.

Like a Curly Fire In My Mind

This is really upsetting me. I can’t think of anything else today but what happened last night with my curly-tail prince. That was just about the hottest thing that I have ever done so far. And I don’t even have his name or phone number. Ahhh!

My First Man Tail

If you’re sqeamish, please look away. But what a story I’ve just lived through.
Last night, I met a totally-normal looking guy while hanging around the alley downtown. Totally normal, why’s he talking to me, right? So I’m real nervous and totally coy, and he takes me back to his place just a couple of blocks away. Totally sneak back to his apartment I guess because he was embarassed to be seen with me. I dunno.
We get to his place, he totally takes everything off, and there it was: the cutest little curled up tail right above the middle of his ass. A little furry around the base, and curly-q like deep-fried french fries.
I was so shocked I think a made an actual little gasp. But there it was, and he wasn’t ashamed of it. Which was totally hot. We had a really amazing night until he heard his roommate start to come in, and I had to leave through the back door like super awkward quick. Bummer.
I can’t stop thinking about that tail. Mmmm.

Don’t be afraid.

Welcome to my blog.

Please don’t be alarmed by my appearance. I’m just a normal kid like anyone else. I’m supposed to have super powers or something, but I can’t do anything special, and I haven’t figured out what to do with my life.

I’m a little nervous about exposing myself to the interwebs, but I gonna try. I just moved to the ATL and I’m really trying to make new friends. Hopefully, you’ll want to be my friend, too.

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