By starring I mean hanging out in the background looking constipated or self conscious or something (at least, thats what Elton Tom says) because I’m more used to being behind the camera. Actually, I don’t look all that constipated or self conscious either because the video is pretty good and you hardly notice I’m in it.

Being in this video was weird because it was super professional and that is not my normal modus operendi. Director Justin Kelly totally built a little black box studio in his home which housed a set that looked like a bad trip at Chevys, there was a crafts services table, and some dude from LA who was dressed like the guest photographers/designers on America’s Next Top Model. I was totally worried for about half a second I was going to have to participate in some fucked up challenge where I brought my model while silently overcoming my personal demons simultaneously walking in shoes stuffed with broken glass and trying not to get knocked over by Tyra’s ass and hunx and alexis taunt me with their boners. In actuality I just had to wear a lot of baby oil which, in and of it self, is a bit challenging. Anyway, enjoy!

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Did you know that Freddy Cristy, while not confusing and angering people with his output in Hard Place, makes animations that are so cute you want to hug a puppy to death after watching them?

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The Amazing Aetheist is a popular youtube person; I think his goal is to make money doing comedy or to be an author; maybe both. He has written a book called ‘In Defense Of Evil: Why Good is Bad and Bad is Good’, which sounds intolerable given his youtube channel. One reviewer captured exactly why I believe the book will be awful; “It contains lots of horse sense.”

No work of good philosophy ever contains horse sense- one needs to know that “the purpose of philosophy is to make things more difficult.” (MH).

Lets begin with his youtube channel: he represents the new breed of aggressive, proud and public aetheists. This is not  bad; in the 90’s public faith reached a disgusting apotheosis, and militant unbelievers should speak out against the notion that they are inherently immoral or lesser developed than christians.  What has gone wrong though is the mutation of aetheism away from what it is, which is a simple, negating belief- into a an ideology of attack against religion. To posit aetheism itself as a superior form of belief, and religion as the worst plague on humanity (as is the dichotomy radical aetheists often posit), and then to nit-pick the contradictions of belief is an ugly form of hypocrisy that robs aetheism itself of it’s beauty- and ignores the rather dark history of aetheism itself.

To argue that religion is such a terrible plague, one must ignore the fact that the twentieth centuries worst monsters were all aetheists, that the mass movements they utilized were as anti-Christian as they were anything else. Aetheism has not been a method to tolerance; one could argue convincingly that Christianity has been much more powerful as an instrument for that goal.

I am an aetheist; I was happy when Barack Obama included us with the other religious groups in his inaugural speech (somewhere next to Hindu’s or Jew’s I believe) . Yet these sort of aetheists mis-understand our faith completely, as badly as Christians who utilize there faith to justify there prejudices. Aetheism is a starting place, a clearing away of confusion to allow one to enter the world strongly and from a center- it is a point of view into the workings of the world, like any faith. Just as a Christian is secure in God’s love, I am secure in his non-existence- and I derive from that the rest of my beliefs. Ridiculing the hypocrisy of Christians to proclaim my superiority is worse than pointless; it betrays the value of negation, and begins the argument again. Aetheism is about an end to the argument, and the beginning of more worthwhile ones.

There is nothing like that feeling of being loved and they loved you back . I lay here in bed well pleased to make love to dis fine man so giving of his body and mind . As the mp3 play Kelly price remake of as we lay the un thinkable happen . Shun cuddle up to me and lay his head on my chest in his sleep . His head is over my chest and his hand is around my waist. This mean we made a connection an he is coming to grip with being fucked by a man. I am cheesing my ass off now like a little bitch sprung on his first taste. O fuck da gone revoke my master player Magna cum laude degree for this shit . Than he poke his ass out and lift his leg higher on my leg showing off his ass peering through the covers. O damn well than cause da ass was good . Why I had a time getting his ass was due to his mother and some fish he fucked in the past. The mother had him thinking the world is out to get him that isnt like them. The other fish played to da street game that most men pick-up on the street. They become detach to their feelings and lie about any and all to look good even when it dont look good. So now with Shun I have to put him through aversion therapy to get him comfortable with men being close to him on an intimacy level . I already know dont get in his face and dont switch up on him. If you met a guy as a nigga than all of a sudden now limp wrist , you sure to turn him off. Its is best to be your self , cause some men like dem soft as some like dem hard. I eased out the bed looking back at dat ass saying thank-you in my head. Put on my robe to do the morning thing clean, than cook nothing fancy just simple shit . I wanted Shun to feel like normal folks. I kept at least one feet away from him and touch him at the small of his back or shoulders. This show I care for you but dont want to invade your space. For the next five days we did the banter bit common in my family to put one at ease with their place among peers. Shun was shocked that no one seem to know he gave up da ass. He thought the moment he gave up ass the whole world would know and he would change. During the five days we played the sex game ( good touch ). This is coming up with ways for them to touch you own their own. I had Shun to straddle me while giving me a massage and oiling my back. The weight of his warm nuts set in da crack of my ass while I poke my ass out with the arch in my back. A gentle sway back and forth of my hip turn his penis from hard to brick. The next phase of the game is prolong stimulation which is da fucking bomb. It work by stroking his penis and stopping before he cum , and start again, and again. You do this in a none sexual setting like viewing TV. Why do this cause his body is stock piling sperm , so when he nut its like da freaking fucking forth of July.
You dont jerk him you lightly touch him ever so soft and effortless. Soft kissing and make him feel he has control over what is going on. I took him underwear shopping so he can get use to being naked in front of me , just whip dat ass and dick out on a whim. This is more so needed with guys whom worry about their penis size. The main purpose to tear down bullshit walls in their head. You keep things as normal as possible to safe guard against anyone later come along to sandbag your work. You take your cue from them on how far to go , pushing to soon will undo all. He is now ready for the love making which is much different from fucking. Taking my cue from him I began to set the stage for a night we want forget. Shun is not hard core and not soft but balance out. I had one candle and scent soft not hard . Lights off dat the glow from da candle cast off his back when he undress. For music to start off was Kenny & Shante Lattimore remake With you Im born again playing soft. Shun throw his robe across the bed revealing his new black Phat Farm draws with da fat dick pouch stretch boxers. Oiled up from a work-out at the roof top gym in my condo. He saunter to the dresser mirror where he stand in front , placing his two thumbs at his waist side, and lean forward pulling down his underwear butt cheeks first. In the mirror I see bushy pubic hair than a heavy penis draped on massively huge balls. Shun proceed to plug in my clippers and sit on the corner edge of my bed where he neatly trim his pubic hair. I turn my head and smirk thinking my baby is becoming a man. After he clean up and we rub each other down ( common after a work-out ) . We laid in bed me with my arm behind my head and Shun placing his head on my chest . His leg wrapped around my legs poking his ass out naturally. I slide my hand down his back using my middle finger to enter his ass. Slowly in and out never going to far in his ass. I kiss his bottom lip with a soft bite and a pull on his lip. He began to suck my tongue with ease and whisper in my ear make me cum like you did before. I want to cum while you inside of me). I did a fucking Linda Blair and spend around to reach for the Ky jelly. He is now on his back stretching and poking his ass out back and forth. After lubing his ass , he start to rub his ass on my dick. I slide a pillow under him and used my knees to open his legs , while putting my arms under his arm coming over his shoulder and pull him close to me. Fixed well behind him tightly , the arch form well in his back. Elongating my back to allow my penis to enter his ass without me touching it and with ease. I slow stoked his walls only going half way biting his ear lobe. Faint sound dance across his breath with each stoke of my ever thickening penis. A swell to epic proportion that Tran sand reason even for a black man. I haste to prolong thee enjoyment set before me of tight walls that mold and grip me. Unencumbered love making of two well form males seeking more than thrills. I whisper in Shun ear You love me .
Shun : Yes , yes I do ahh ahh ahh
Drew: you take this dick to have and to hold .
Shun: ahh yes, I do
Drew: you promise to love dis dick with all your heart
Shun: I do ahhhhh
Drew: you promise to let me love you and take care of you
Shun: yes – yes
( I start to fuck Shun harder and harder and harder.)
Drew: you promise to let me ice you , wife you and fuck you all night.
Shun: fuck me, yes
Drew: I promise to take this ass and fuck da shit out of you. Ima make you mines nigga. Dis here my pussy . Ima stomp any bitch dat fuck wit my shit.. Dis here be yo dick when you wanna get fucked nigga. Whos dick is it nigga.
Shun: my dick
Drew: Who own dis pussy
Shun: you own dis pussy
Drew: who got da good pussy
Shun: I do I do
Drew: you gon be my wife nigga
Shun: yes daddy, wife me, fuck me, I love da dick the dick is good

I interlocked my fingers with Shun and ram dat ass to fuck da words right out of his mouth. His words faded to a high pitch sound and gasp seemingly for air. The feel of shun moist boy pussy becoming even more moist and warm has over whelmed all of my penis nerves. The slurping sounds of Shun pussy fucking me back as we both thrust our bodies against one another . The defining moment now come when his pussy no longer wish to grip my dick . I am not only in his pussy , yet in his soul , a place where only god dwell . The flicker of the candle light cascade a glow off Shun soft yet manly ass . Shun boy pussy is sucking my dick deep throating me like a white woman after a pro baller in the NBA . As I enter Shun I move down ward motion . As I exit his pussy I move up to ensure I hit his prostate gland . The more I hit his prostate , the more Shun clinch his hands into my hands . Shun eyes roll back in in his head as he bit down hard in the pillow . Shun body began to quiver and it is at that point I know Shun draw near his peak . Shun sharply thrust his whole body back to me as I enter even more within his pussy . Shun nut across my head board at what seem for ever of thick silky cum. A powerful blast of man juice ejecting from his body five times while he clinch his hands into mines hard. As I near my peak the words flow free from Shun mouth give me dem babies ( referring to cum in him ). I went deeper than ever in Shun ass till his eyes wide open and he bit his lip. After I nut hard and strong in him , I try to keep waxing dat ass. Shun ass is now certified pussy most uniquely moist. I lack the ability to withstand the greatness of Shun ass any longer. I must bid you ado after all my wife must rest , we are on our honeymoon and he need to heal for my next encounter of dick meet boy-pussy.

Forget the now notorious pic of Michael Phelps toking from his killer bong…check out this other pic. You can clearly make out his entire CHIMICHANGA!!!

I think what I love so much about this photo is the ambiguity of every element of the man in the centers. His grimace fails to convey any of the usual sort of emotion; take a look at any photo and Jeremy’s flicker and you will not find a facial expression so artless. What could his teeth bearing mean? Is it like an ape, begging for it’s life, or challenging the photographer? Now scan down to his shoulders- they are neither thrown back to approximate regal bearing, or slumped casually in repose- rathery seem to find themselves stuck, as if he was unsure of  what to do with them, and so they slump, thrust out but lowered, both submitting and pushing out- now follow down his arms, (which they hang there, like he isn’t sure that he has them), his hands are clenched like paws, whereas the girls have splayed fingers (as is the normal thing to do). Finally, his one hand appears to be grabbing his pants, the other hovering uselessly.

One wonders who this person is, what there life is like- who are they? That answer is even more depressing than the photo. This man is an otherkin- i.e. a person who believes themselves to be something other than human. In particular, he believes that he is also a dragon who has a family living in dragon-world in which he is a teacher. On his deviantart profile (which I’ve provided a link to below) he has diaries of his dragon life- one of them recounts christmas day with his dragon wife.

Besides that, there is also photo’s he takes (with no particular compositional effect), and his strange computer art of buildings. There is his one painting; a rainbow on a blue background with a cloud.

According to his profile, his family is abusive and cruel to him, and he is trying to gain independence. It is always hard to know what is true on the internet. Maybe it is exaggerated; maybe it is self-pitying, or maybe he is abused.

There are aristocracies in the world; of beauty, intelligence, talent and charisma. Many of the readers of this blog, and the various people involved with it belong to some of these. They probably have not considered it much, taking it as there right there natural gifts. It is the people of these ranks who are documented; they document themselves, they document each other.

One of the features of the internet has been to publicize those who in a previous world would never have been publicized. None of us would ever have encountered DragonFan except through the internet; if you met him in person, you would likely stay away.

Do not try to escape this by talking about outsider art: outsider art still belongs within this system, as our capability of recognizing the brilliance of outsider art excuses it’s oddities. What is far sadder is those outsiders who do not posess the art to go inside; who’s work is shallow and silly, and without the sort of substance that makes a piece of art worthwhile, let alone enduring.

http://dragonfan.deviantart.com/