Sex Drive: Self Lovin’ & Satisfied?
Sex Drive: Race, Sex, and Power Struggles
Sex Drive: We’re All Bi
Sex Drive: We’re All Open Books
SEX Drive: I Sploshed or Something Like it
Sex Drive: Crawling Into the Manhole
What’s The Fuss With Gay Marriage?
Back To Life, Back To Reality
Caroline
November 2nd, 2009 at 20:57 | #12Reply | Quote
Jozeeeee,
You know I fucks with you hard and how much I love your writing…
But this is bullshit and you know it.
K.Ova
November 2nd, 2009 at 22:47 | #13Reply | Quote
Damn son! When it rains, it pours, huh?
Toni
November 2nd, 2009 at 22:49 | #14Reply | Quote
Hmmm. This is the first of your blogs I haven’t enjoyed. Well written, it left me cringing perhaps as I would be if a man I was just meeting said something as such to me. I empathize with wanting to protect those close to you. But when you foretell seeking a maliciously driven vengeance you stop seeming confident and loyal and start kinda looking like the old woman whispering spiteful words under her breath at the peachtree train stop. Not the smart, collected, sexy Jozen I like to read about.
Sex Drive: Race, Sex, and Power Struggles
Sex Drive: We’re All Bi
Sex Drive: We’re All Open Books
SEX Drive: I Sploshed or Something Like it
Sex Drive: Crawling Into the Manhole
What’s The Fuss With Gay Marriage?
Back To Life, Back To Reality
Caroline
November 2nd, 2009 at 20:57 | #12Reply | Quote
Jozeeeee,
You know I fucks with you hard and how much I love your writing…
But this is bullshit and you know it.
K.Ova
November 2nd, 2009 at 22:47 | #13Reply | Quote
Damn son! When it rains, it pours, huh?
Toni
November 2nd, 2009 at 22:49 | #14Reply | Quote
Hmmm. This is the first of your blogs I haven’t enjoyed. Well written, it left me cringing perhaps as I would be if a man I was just meeting said something as such to me. I empathize with wanting to protect those close to you. But when you foretell seeking a maliciously driven vengeance you stop seeming confident and loyal and start kinda looking like the old woman whispering spiteful words under her breath at the peachtree train stop. Not the smart, collected, sexy Jozen I like to read about.