Jeff Erno Quotes

Rustin knew that Tommy was right. It was high time he stopped being so passive. After all, he'd moved halfway across the country to start his life over. If he didn't have the balls to put himself out there and take the bull by the horns - or the cowboy by the balls - then he deserved to be alone and lonely.

Well, if you were perfect, then you wouldn't be real. Maybe those things about you that you think I hate are actually the ones I find most interesting ...

Okay, rule number one: if you do not understand something, you need to stop me and tell me you don't understand. If I ask if you've got it and you say you've got it but you don't really have it, then it's not my fault that you haven't got it. Got it?

A Master is not someone who merely revels in the benefits that he reaps from the power and control that he wields over his sub. A Master is not just an automaton who emotionally doles out orders and watches with amusement as his minions perform his bidding. A Master is not a person who only relishes the benefits that his superior status entitles him.

Certainly all of these characteristics could and often do exist within a Master. He may be demanding and at times selfish. He may genuinely enjoy and even be aroused by the power that he has over a sub. He may be able to expertly control his emotions, issuing his commands and enforcing his discipline with stone-faced determination.

But a true Master, a Master such as Matt, was so invested in his sub that he was actually in a way a slave himself. He was a slave to his love for me. He was a slave to his responsibility. He was a slave to the passion and the commitment. He was a slave to his overwhelming desire to protect his property at all costs. He was a slave to his slave. I knew without questions that he loved me so much he'd literally lay down his life for me. He owned me, and his ownership owned him

Love is love. Regardless of gender.

I just stood there, like a grain of sand amongst a
million others on a beach.

If it is a sin to be gay, then why did God make you that way to begin with? ... What kid of god would condemn someone for just being the way that they are? ... I do not believe for one second that God thinks we are unnatural or sinful because we love people of our same gender.

Oh cripes, I can hardly walk! I think the circulation‟s getting cut off in my legs."
Shawn's mouth dropped open slightly and he furrowed his eyebrows. "What do you mean?"
"Shawn, I'm wearing every single pair of underpanties that I own. Twenty-six pair.

I can tell you a lot of things about bullying and what it does to a person." Tears are forming in his eyes as he continues."But sadly, I can't tell you that I've done my part to make it stop.

Love does not hurt people. Fear does.

How will I go on without her?!
The answer was very simple: one day at a time.

Does it bother you when you see Daddy kissing Josh?" he asked.
Ty shook his head and made a funny face. "No, not really. I guess you really like him a lot."
"I do," Rex agreed. "I love Josh."
"I love Josh too, and so I don't care if you kiss him. But I thought boys only kissed girls."
Rex nodded. "Yeah, well, that's how it is most of the time, but you know some boys kiss other boys and some girls kiss other girls."
"Well, I don't wanna kiss no girls!" Ty said emphatically.
Rex and Josh both laughed. "Maybe someday you will, though. If you do, that's fine, and if you don't, that's fine too. For right now, you can just kiss Daddy." He leaned in and kissed Ty on the forehead.

Really it's not deliberate. Sometimes I try really hard to be anything but gay. I watch the other guys - and I know what you're thinking. You think I mean I check them out, and yeah, I can't help but do that too. But what I'm sayin is that I watch the really normal guys, the ones who are into sports, who act all totally straight, and I try to copy them. I try to lower the timber of my voice, not sound so nasally when I talk. I try to gesture with my hands in a manly sorta way instead of all limp-wristed and girly. I try to remember not to sit with my legs crossed, and I try really hard to avoid throwing a ball like a girl.

Medicaid only allowed you three choices of
frames ... ugly, uglier, and fuckin rape prevention birth control!