i'm in Sydney. housesitting. 3 weeks
the sun is shining. everyone is happy. the food is good. the coffee is great. the men in Sydney are how i like them. i like my men how i like my coffee - hot, strong and bitter
i injured my knee before getting here so i am walking with a limp. i find a limp kinda sexy. there's nothing hotter than a man with a limp, because they couldn't run away if they tried. easy prey. despite my injury i been catching up with as many people as i can. so far the first thing everyone says is "fuck, you're huge!"
huge muscled, not huge fat. awesome!
people find it a hard city. it can be mean. but only if you look like a pussy the people here will chew you up. a big complaint, mostly from people from other parts of Australia whine "everyone is so beautiful in Sydney. they're so judgemental"
true. many are body conscious as hell.
true. they are judging you. but people judge you everywhere. people here are sharper with the nasty wit and prone to rolling their eyes to your face if they don't like your ensemble. but if you're a little fucking pussy who thinks so little of yourself that you care what other people think, then you deserve to hide to away and drown your tears in an up-sized burger meal deal
if you're comfortable with yourself, and you should be, everything is going to be okay. a hot body in well-fitting clothes can be sexy, but confidence is what is attractive. it always has been
anyway, i'm a single man in Darlinghurst - the gayest suburb in Sydney. so i'm gonna go out there fuck everything hairy that moves - or doesn't move. godammit, i'm just gonna fuck everything!
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