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Name: dan
Country: United States
State: California
Metro: San Francisco
Birthday: 6/1/1975
Gender: Male
Interests: falling objects. meat. veggies. chips. art. dope. vistas. visits. awkward moments. jon.
Expertise: embarassments. chocolate. puzzles. tv. movies. laziness.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Entertainment
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  avantdan
Member Since:
8/23/2005
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| This is the funniest thing i've ever seen on craigslist... this guys is such a controlling fag!
read on...
MWM Traveler Looking for Local "Girlfriend" - m4m - 35 (sunnyvale)
Reply to: pers-159285579@craigslist.org
Date: 2006-05-09, 11:59PM PDT
Married white male looking for local guy to be my "girlfriend" when I'm in town. Wife has completely cut me off, not about to look in my hometown and want to try this with a guy.
You must meet all these requirements:
- slim / petite (under 125lbs)
- 5'7" or under
- age 22 or older
- completely or mostly smooth
- clean, healthy
- willing to do most anything I want, but this is about mutual friendship, pleasure, trust, and fun
I want someone I can get very passionate with, not just sex. If you fit the requirements above and we get along, there are many things I want to do with you and to you - exactly what we do is somewhat based on your desires & comfort level. This is not a dom / sub relationship per se, we can swap those roles from time to time or not have them at all - it's more about you being feminine to an extent. Whether or not you want to or actually do wear women's clothes (to any degree) does not matter.
I'm a 35 yo MWM, 180lbs, decent shape, not hairy, 6'0", easy going / respectful - know how to pleasure a woman and want to do the same for one lucky petite / fem guy. Want to treat you like a woman in the bed. | | |
| My Night at Trannyshack's 10th Anniversaryso i got drunk and went to the 'shack last night... it was like a 2+ hour show... all really awesome stuff... ana matronic and joey arias performed... for those of you not up to snuff with your late 70's/ early 80's new york school of art rock and performance, joey was part of the scene that gave birth to MTV and new wave... he is currently performing with Cirque De Soliel's Zumanity in Las Vegas... last night joey sang two songs like billie holiday! it was great! then ana got on stage (she was trannyshack's first faux queen, hekelina said they used to call her "the girl" before there was the term faux queen) where she performed one of my favorite beck songs "get real paid"... it was awesome!
after the show i met up with some swamp drag friends of mine who "know e'rbody"... and we decided we need to go eat somefin'... while we were lampooning and carrying on outside i saw ana smoke some weed as she was laughing at my friend's antics...
then i found out that we were going to eat with some stars...
...that's right i ate eggs and french toast with joey and ana!!!! well, ana sat in the booth next to us so i didn't talk to her, but she's a really cool chick, not full of herself at all... and when she left she leaned over to joey and whispered "you're a legend, thank you."
and the best part was that i got to hang out with a sit next to joey! what fun! she had all kinds of stories and made our cuban server really uncomfortable! then she paid for our food!
what a night... oh yeah then i threw up from nerves. | | |
| VP Cheney shoots hunting buddy in chest and faceWell we know what the vice president is capable of if he hates you (i.e. political rival, liberal, progressive, Iraqi, hippy, gay, female, a Clinton, law abiding tax payer, etc.), but this was a friend...
the best line of this story is from the victim's daughter Sally...
It looks like chicken pox, kind of," she said. "He was very, very lucky that nothing seriously was injured."
"yeah, it looks like he might need some major reconstructive facial surgery, kind of."
or
"It looks like cancer, kind of."
or
"It looks like a blistering exposure to toxic nuclear waste, kind of."
make you're own ambiguous diagnosis! | | |
| It's been a while but now i got something to say!
so there is this homeless woman who looks like a blond ann ramsey with missing teeth. and the reason i know her so well is that i remember her first day of homelessness so well. you see, everyday i descend the same escalator into the powell street station when i leave work. and everyday i see "ann" standing there at the bottom, toothless, whining for money, but in a sweet granny voice that's really really easy to ignore.
well today i had the day off from work but she still managed somehow to get into my line of sight. that's right folks, i was watching TV when a local commercial advocating homeless relief in SF featured my little annie trying on a acid wash denim jacket in front of a mirror, turning just enough to get a profile and 3/4 view of her face... stunning. | | |
| So the H&M opened with much fanfare in excitement... in fact so much excitement that one could compare the first opening minutes to the frenzied chaos of a post-Katrina/Tsunami food drop...
once open, my job was to deliver the Stella McCartney garments into the 9th Ring of Hell... and I loved every minute of it...
...I was carrying a bunch of silky dress (not by the hangers) and this WASPy marina chick comes up to me in mid stride and says "I just need to see if you have my size." of course being the polite Midwesterner that I am I obliged and tried to check but the dresses started to slip and I told her to wait so I can get them to their rack... and she's like NOOOOO! I'll just take it off the hanger!" and she started to wedge her tapered claws into the dresses... this exchange only lasted no more than 15 seconds, but it was enough to draw attention to other salivating harpies who descended upon me with wide eyes, fingernails and hair. Then the dresses slipped and fell to the floor...
...the barbarians with Louis Vuitton bags tore at the floor, grabbing handfuls of Stella. I panicked, but only for a second... my instincts kicked in and I yelled "HOLD ON!" Then I scooped up the dresses in a big ball, put them on top of my head, shuffled through the crowd, aimed and tossed them in the middle of a table, screaming "STELLA!" like a war cry... they lasted no more than 5 seconds before being absorbed into the undulating crowd.
I loved every minute of it... and I'd visit that Ring of Hell over and over again... just for shits. | | |
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