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[tripodguy]

Over the last couple of years I have seen quite a number of magazines in which Brian Bianchini has appeared. Initially I just thought that he was fairly good looking. When I saw him briefly in a movie called "Brotherhood of the wolf", something about his square jaw caught my fancy. I realized that this was the chap that adorned the back cover of "Men's Workout" a couple of times.

While surfing the net, I got a bit of a shock: I read somewhere that Brian had committed suicide. Apparently he suffered from severe depression and decided to end his life. I'm not sure about the exact circumstances surrounding his death (Maybe somebody can enlighten me?).

It is almost unthinkable that someone that was physically so beautiful could be so unhappy. In some of his pictures (I'm specifically thinking of the one on the bed with the white cussion) he looks like the happiest chap on earth. It just shows you how false the advertising/publicity world is. It also shows how we never really know what is going on in other peoples minds.

After reading about his death I came across a black&white picture of him and decided that it was my favourite. I decided to christen (hope that is spelled correctly) him as the most beautifull man that ever lived. Which is why I've uploaded quite a number of his pics - as a testament to his incredible beauty.

May he have peace and most of all, true happiness where he is resting now.

 

[tripodguy]

During my second year of studies I fell quite hard for one of my fellow students. I reaaaaaallly liked him. He stayed in the room next to mine in res. Once while showering, my eyes fell on his shampoo and soap perched on the shower wall. I smelled the soap and was surprised by the strong emotion it stirred in me. The soap and the shampoo held an almost mystical attraction to it.

It had suddenly gotten a life of its own and became special. Just because it belonged to that guy and were in "special" contact with him. Even a washed-out, old t-shirt becomes a treasure, just because it adorns the body of the object of your affection.

Isn't it weird how inanimate objects become so special and even beautifull when they belong to someone you love?

 

[tripodguy]

One of the gems (and true).

As a student, living in res, rumours were always doing the rounds about exactly who the blokes were that were the most blessed by mother nature. Quite ironic how straight guys would happily swop stories about who the King-dingelings were.

During my first year, the most likely candidate to win the "biggie" competition (and there was one! - more about that at a later stage) was a chap in second year. Let's call him John. Now, his was the name that came up (sic) during said conversations - apparently not because of awe-inspiring length, but because it was rumoured to be as thick as a beercan.

It so happened that a bunch of second years decided to visit a stripclub in the city. After consuming copious amounts of cheap lager, they managed to get themselves in a car and off they went. One of the chaps that went with, told us the following day, that they were seriously "oiled" and ready for what the ladies might expose them to (so to speak).

Apparently, the drinks kept on coming and as the night progressed, the guys let go of any inhibitions that might normally hold them back. Incidently, one of the lovely ladies at the fine establishment, decided that being alone on stage was now becoming quite boring. In order to spice up proceedings, she gave an open invitation to the crowd: one of them had to join her in getting his kit off on stage.

The guys unanimously proposed that John was the man for the job. John, robbed of all sanity at this stage, swaggered onto stage to take up the challenge.
Miss "spice-up-the-evening" started to fiddle with John's fly and apparently said " now you, let's see what you're hiding under these pants. Come on, take it off."

And so he did. His jeans dropped promptly to the floor as John rose to the occasion (literally). The missy obviously didn't expect a chap that had drunk so much to be SO appreciative of her attention. She looked. And looked again. Then she took a step back. It was then that the smile spread across her lips. Under the roaring applause of the crowd she then did a strange thing. She took a glass and turned it upside down.

Her attempt to fit the glass over the head of his magnificent erection failed miserably. It was too big. She must have been impressed. Who wouldn't be? The following day she had a story to tell. John had one to hide as he was shit scared that his girlfriend would find out about his antics.

It goes without saying that the rest of us, after hearing the story, gave up hope of becoming "Mr. Biggie" that year...


Note: Even though this is a true story, I have used dramatic license in writing about the actual event.

 

[tripodguy]

I've just seen that my album has had 4794 Hits. If you are taking the time to read this and have seen my album, I would like to say thank you. Im flattered in an unexpected kind of way. I know it's just porn, but I do only upload pics that I realy like.

May there be many more to cum. That is if the JUB Moderators allow it!

Take care
T.
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Fabian Hauquier (Zeus Of The World 2004)

 

[tripodguy]

If anyone asks you how the perfect

satisfaction of all our sexual wanting

will look,

lift your face

and say,

"Like This".

Brian Bianchini - the most beautiful man that ever lived.

 

[tripodguy]

I am a sky where spirits live.

Stare into this deepening blue,

while the breeze says a secret.
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Neem my in - maak my jou eie,

en fluister al jou geheime in my oor.

Breek my mure af - gooi my tente om, en

maak my heel.
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The beautiful Raoul Bova

 

[tripodguy]

I have 127 000 Album Hits! Incredible, as I joined just over a month ago. I am very glad that all of the hard work I put into the albums weren't for nothing. Guess I should add a couple more galleries when I can make some time. Celebration time...
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Gymnast Jarl Espen Ygranes
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The sexy Eduardo Perin

 

[tripodguy]

Daar waar jy moet wees

Mag 'man jou altyd vashou
eindeloos en sonder ophou
lewe jy dan net in drome
agter skaduwees en bome
nader jy my net in name
in newels waar die waarheid wegraak
en drome waar ek liefde lees
daar waar jy moet wees.

Steve Hofmeyr​

 

[tripodguy]

Ek was gelukkig genoeg om 'n optrede van Theuns (Mr. J) onlangs by te woon. Ek moet erken dat sy looks nog nooit eintlik iets vir my gedoen het nie. Sy stem...dis 'n ander storie. Die konsert was puik (soos altyd) en ek het net weereens besef hoe talentvol hy (en sy kitaarspeler) is.

Na die konsert het ons agtergebly om sy nuwe CD te koop en gewag dat hy dit teken. Ek het ook kans gekry om 'n besondere paar foto's van hom te neem. Die face-to-face ontmoeting het die wind heel onverwags uit my seile geneem. Hoekom is hy nou so beautiful vir my? Star-struck? Miskien.

Ook opmerklik was die feit dat daar geen beautifull girl was wat gelyk het of sy deel van sy lewe is nie. Hy is nog nie getroud nie..? (My brein sê dat sy dalk in Pretoria is besig met whatever sy doen vir 'n lewe, maar my 'hart' sê, 'don't think/hope so...'
Wat ek WEL opgemerk het was dat daar 'n beautiful jong en opkomende akteur deel is van die entourage/span. Wat sy werk egter behels is vir my 'n raaisel, want ek het hom nie veel sien doen nie - dit was 'n kleinerige venue so ek kon redelik tabs hou. Hy het maar net daar rondgehang en mooi gelyk (so to speak).

Nou wonder ek: speel Theuns dalk vir ons span? Is die akteur dalk die een wat Theuns se hart laat tjoklits klop? Of is dit nou maar eenmaal 'n figment van my imagination? Die hoogste bome vang die meeste wind en ek dink ek sou effens gatvol geraak het as mense die heel tyd bespiegel oor my seksualiteit. So, 'no disrespect' net 'n bietjie wensdenkery van my kant af.

As dit die geval is (please-please-please) trek ek binnekort Pretoria toe en begin onmiddelik met 'n klandistiene oefening: "Operasie Theuns-platrek".

Net morê moet ek net daai verdomde ou, vals kitaar van my Pa uit die solder gaan delf. Kry 'n mens star-maps in Pretoors?