Deep thoughts...

Getting ready to go out with my brother for some fun.

I re-sized 'Ol Big "Gay" Yella in Paint and then put the shot on my fagbook page.

I don't know how to do any photo editing and am not interested in learning. Couldn't figure out how to reduce a pic under 2mb to attach in this post.

1972 Schwinn Collegiate
5/01/12
$90.00 USD

Who says I don't live LARGE!!

Look at my beautiful 3-spring-loaded seat!

Bring me the finest young female meat & GDT...

facebook name is 'Hedvig Robinson'

http://www.facebook.com/hedvig.robinson

Looking forward to getting back to deep thoughts/trading/psychology after Labor Day. After this week in Toronto & Montreal I finish up gambling and eating fudge for a week in St. Ignace & Mackinac Island.

Mackinac Island (for non midwesterners) is a bicycle only island; big Yella and I will be teetotaling 'round those parts but the magical elixir (GDT) & a few other drugs will be indulged in each day.

I was a bellhop on Mackinac Island one glorious summer @Mission Point Resort; the finest summer of debauchery and 16-19 year old pussy that I ever had; ahh--youth.

fuck it.

I need to wind up my brother now--he is expecting new spawn in the fall (he is 44)~~poor guy.

peace

hedvig
 
Great that you have come back, Stephan/Hedvig. I have browsed your fb. Nice place to live. Lake Michigan is huge! I have always dreamt of having a house nearby a beautiful lake
 
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Ha Ha.....Being in America--the hogs are plentiful and even fat fucking piggy women need that 'release.' I try and degrade them during the act in small but consistent ways.

Usually I try and steal something from them after the fact (or take something of value if @their house). A small token that affirms my purpose.
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I think that is plain downright low.
Disgusting!
 
We are all products. If I don't do it, someone else will.

Lessons will be learned.

Let me tell you my story. The 1st time I lived in San Diego several years back--I was recovering from heel surgery & I was the fattest girly boy in my gay neighborhood & within 1/4 mile of the beach.

I felt persecuted; isolated--even ostrasized. A deep sense of shame fell over me. After I ate my way through my feelings for a few days I quickly lost the extra 25lbs I was carrying; it felt like freedom and the 'fat persecution' complex lifted--like the marine layer does everyday 'round 1pm in May & June.

I know women that if they got on the fucking elliptical for an hour a day and got their flabby asses in shape~~they'd be planning an awful wedding within another year after that. Nirvana for those breeders. She wins, society wins. Her future spawn will thank her.

Women are not designed to be fat hogs. It ain't right. I have no bloody long-term use for them when they have allowed themselves to give in to their inner 'fattie.'

A slippery slope? Have you ever been with a fat woman for an extended length of time? I haven't and I won't. It is sheer laziness on their part.

Part-time hoggin' is akin to being a missionary. The natives need to be 'turned out from time to time.' When I steal something from them of value OR I shame them properly (psychological encouragement through negative action) I am assisting them to either

a) drop the fat and join the normal people of society
OR
b) go deeper into their own psychological mental illness and addictions and then root out the underlying issue(s); in effect~~deal with it!

Either way; I faciliate; I don't placate & I don't compromise.

This is my humble and learned opinion.

peace

hedvig
 
I know something about stealing, let me share.
I'm now in my 60's, but as a child, grew up with immigrant parents who struggled financially in their earlier years.
I was malnourished, 4 older brothers, never received pocket money, no birthday or Christmas presents, no Easter eggs, no school class trips as my parents refused to pay, no snacks after school, peanut butter sandwiches for lunch etc.
We lived in a city suburb where there were orchards which I raided.
As a teenager delivered newspapers and milk for an income.
However I was also a opportunistic thief as I had nothing. My other brothers didn't go down this track.
I wouldn't steal from friends, just little stuff here and there, like for example taking bottles from behind the shops and take them back around the front and sell them again, over and over.
When I started work, I worked on ships and stole tools from the engine room. I loved reading and stole books from book shops.
I had a friend a few doors up the road who was also a thief, he was raised an orphan by the Salvation Army.
Him and I together were a bad combination and we got on the wrong side of the law where I got thrown in the lockup for a misdemeanor.
I could see this relationship was not good and as my best friend so I terminated the friendship after my time in the lockup.
Anyhow I got married and my wife became a Christian and so I followed and my guilt got the better of me.
One day I loaded up the car with all my stolen goods (mainly tools) and drove a week around the country returning everything to its rightful owners including the shipping companies.
That was extremely difficult, and after that stole no more, the thought of going through that again was the cure I think.
I'm no longer a Christian (can't stand church/religion) but these days I try my best to be helpful and giving towards others.
Taking advantage of other people where I win and they lose is now very abhorrent to my beliefs.
I'm only mentioning this as I don't wish you to think I'm holier than thou in terms of taking property from other people.
And as you say.....peace :)
 
@themickey: if everything you mentioned is true (i've got no reasons to be doubtful of you), then you're one heck of a decent dude in my book. I rarely throw that around. Stay cool!

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I know something about stealing, let me share.
I'm now in my 60's, but as a child, grew up with immigrant parents who struggled financially in their earlier years.
I was malnourished, 4 older brothers, never received pocket money, no birthday or Christmas presents, no Easter eggs, no school class trips as my parents refused to pay, no snacks after school, peanut butter sandwiches for lunch etc.
We lived in a city suburb where there were orchards which I raided.
As a teenager delivered newspapers and milk for an income.
However I was also a opportunistic thief as I had nothing. My other brothers didn't go down this track.
I wouldn't steal from friends, just little stuff here and there, like for example taking bottles from behind the shops and take them back around the front and sell them again, over and over.
When I started work, I worked on ships and stole tools from the engine room. I loved reading and stole books from book shops.
I had a friend a few doors up the road who was also a thief, he was raised an orphan by the Salvation Army.
Him and I together were a bad combination and we got on the wrong side of the law where I got thrown in the lockup for a misdemeanor.
I could see this relationship was not good and as my best friend so I terminated the friendship after my time in the lockup.
Anyhow I got married and my wife became a Christian and so I followed and my guilt got the better of me.
One day I loaded up the car with all my stolen goods (mainly tools) and drove a week around the country returning everything to its rightful owners including the shipping companies.
That was extremely difficult, and after that stole no more, the thought of going through that again was the cure I think.
I'm no longer a Christian (can't stand church/religion) but these days I try my best to be helpful and giving towards others.
Taking advantage of other people where I win and they lose is now very abhorrent to my beliefs.
I'm only mentioning this as I don't wish you to think I'm holier than thou in terms of taking property from other people.
And as you say.....peace :)
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:cool:
 
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@themickey: if everything you mentioned is true (i've got no reasons to be doubtful of you), then you're one heck of a decent dude in my book. I rarely throw that around. Stay cool!

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Skepticism is a very good trait, I learnt a lot about that on ET, reading about all the BS which people are endowed with. Quite some eye opener. That's what draws me to ET, more entertaining than anything.
I could tell you a lot more which I wont, but at my age if you cant tell the truth and be upfront with people there is not a lot of hope left for that person imo.
 
Confession time!!!

By now we loyal readers are well familiar with your longstanding affinity for various hair-care products, Archbishop.

We are also familiar with the "work" you do with local hogs, which begs the question............ has the archbishop had any "work" done on him?

Tell us, please, good sir--have you partaken in any other anti-aging remedies?


** botox

** injectible dermal fillers

** liposuction/fat removal

** facial surgery

** skin treatments

** erectile pills

:confused:
 
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Getting ready to go out with my brother for some fun.

I re-sized 'Ol Big "Gay" Yella in Paint and then put the shot on my fagbook page.

I don't know how to do any photo editing and am not interested in learning. Couldn't figure out how to reduce a pic under 2mb to attach in this post.

1972 Schwinn Collegiate
5/01/12
$90.00 USD

Who says I don't live LARGE!!

Look at my beautiful 3-spring-loaded seat!

Bring me the finest young female meat & GDT...

facebook name is 'Hedvig Robinson'

http://www.facebook.com/hedvig.robinson

Looking forward to getting back to deep thoughts/trading/psychology after Labor Day. After this week in Toronto & Montreal I finish up gambling and eating fudge for a week in St. Ignace & Mackinac Island.

Mackinac Island (for non midwesterners) is a bicycle only island; big Yella and I will be teetotaling 'round those parts but the magical elixir (GDT) & a few other drugs will be indulged in each day.

I was a bellhop on Mackinac Island one glorious summer @Mission Point Resort; the finest summer of debauchery and 16-19 year old pussy that I ever had; ahh--youth.

fuck it.

I need to wind up my brother now--he is expecting new spawn in the fall (he is 44)~~poor guy.

peace

hedvig
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Hey Bro, where you get off to? I can't imagine you went dark to welch on a $10k bet.
 
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went dark to welch on a $10k bet.
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So that's where he went. :(

Or maybe he's joined the TopStep Combine and is too busy to reply.

Or maybe he's just on an extended holiday with his pal Sammy.... soon to return!
 
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