This morning, I woke up and the first thought that popped into my mind, yet again, was fuck donald trump! Fuck that gross dementia ridden felon for turning the US into an unsafe third world country. Fuck ICE and the violence, rape, and murders they’ve committed and continue to commit across our once safe country.
It’s disgusting—and terrifying—how many allegations are emerging about the misconduct of ICE agents or those who claim to be ICE agents. Masked men refusing to show identification, who claim to be ICE are kidnapping, assaulting, and raping women. Imagine being both an immigrant and a woman. As if either one isn’t hard enough on its own. The daily fear they must carry is unimaginable. For those who are actually kidnapped, raped and/or assaulted that fear is magnified a million times over.
After such an attack and massive violation of their human rights where are they supposed to turn for help? In some places, police departments have betrayed the communities they serve, (like a few back home in Utah that actively cooperate with ICE). That leaves immigrant women, women of color, and really ALL women living on these stolen lands with little to no safe options.
So, these women can be raped or assaulted and still be too afraid to report the crime. Terrified that seeking help could lead to deportation. Meanwhile, serial predators could and likely remain on the streets, free to target their communities again and again. Justice isn’t being served. Instead, victims are forced to choose between reporting a violent crime or risking their entire lives and the lives of their families being destroyed or murdered.
What would you do? No one should ever be put in that position. It’s disgusting!
All of this is fucked up. Killing a white woman and white man in broad day light and with such vitriol venomous distain for innocent American lives leaves me knowing America is fighting true evil! As a gay judgy Christian I think they will burn in hell for their actions and for proudly following the antichrist into lawlessness. They’ve betrayed their fellow countrymen/women and have made our country less safe. SHAME.
It’s awful and I can’t believe we are even having to talk about this kinda shit. I pray these perps and villains face their day of judgment (in front of God) sooner than later. I pray their reign of terror is stopped and the hate they preach comes to an end!
Ugh, I digress; this post was actually a follow up to the gay gym post and my own insecurities surrounding everything gym… but not Jim or Scotty or Todd. (If you catch my drift *double wink* {A double wink is defined by winking with one eye and your butt hole at the same time}
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Clearly, I need to get out there a little bit more because I’ve been telling Rhonda Rae that my gym doesn’t have a steam room anymore. I thought they closed the steam room a couple years ago. Yes, it has actually been a couple of years since I’ve been to this gym. Don’t judge, I’m getting back into it. At least I’m trying… and out of the mouth of clients…. I come to find out the gym actually does have a steam room.
Me- You mean the sauna.
Client (paraphrasing)- No I mean the steam room.
Me- But that gym doesn’t have one anymore. You mean the sauna.
Client- Are you playing coy with me? You really didn’t know? They also have a steam room.
Who knew? (Probably someone who actually goes to the gym a lot. *Double Wink*)
Earlier this week, when I packed my gym bag, I included a towel and a change of clothes. I thought bubbled to myself, “Just in case you wanna be a hoe.” I didn’t think the chance would come so soon (no pun intended), but that “just in case” came in handy a few days after hearing THE GYM has a fn steam room!
I promised myself I’d cave to Ron’s continued suggestions one of these days. I can do it. I can go in and try it at the very least. No harm in trying. And if there is… I’m sure there’s a pill for it. Hey, I’m a gay man too, ya know.
So, on this chilly winter day in the desert I walked into the gym prepared. I quickly worked up a sweat in that already hot sweaty, moist and steamy gym. Today was leg day. Sometimes it’s the only thing I’m confident doing on my own.
The way I like to do legs is to exhaustion. I want to do it hard enough and long enough to where it feels funny and weird to walk for the rest of the night. (Talking about the leg exercise still.)
After my work out, I stretched and the sweat kept coming, dripping down my face. Yes, that’s how hot it is in there, or how hot I was. Well, both can be true, because the gay gym everyone goes doesn’t seem to run the AC very much. It’s muggy, in a few senses of the word.
I was sweating so much that I stood in front of (what seems like when one is over heating) the one fan in the gym)- in a failed attempt to cool down. It was still hot, like blowing hot air on you to cool down works, -it doesn’t work! My legs were shaky. I thought bubbled, “Rember you brought a ‘Just in case’ bag -I think I will! It’s a good day to shower.”
Today, is as fucking good as any! Yes, TODAY is the day. I stripped at the locker, was very intentional and remembered to take my ear bud out. I just closed the locker and took a few steps, realizing I was still holding my phone. Naked except for a towel and my phone. Doh! I’m not good at this!
I quickly undo the lock (legs shaky) and shoved my phone in there. FINALLY! UGH, I was getting on my own nerves at this point! I rewrapped my towel around my waist. Quickly, I darted for the steam room (I noted where the steam room was when I came in earlier when I arrived). The gay gods were with me on this day, because my timing ended up being perfect. I followed a hot as fuck muscle daddy dude right in. I caught the open door as he was walking in.
I thought bubbled to myself, “HOLY SHIT! This place is packed.” The benches were full and I kind of just followed the hot guy to where he was, cause there was literally no other spots to sit. As I eyed the empty spot I’d park in, I was also looking around to take it all in. And it’s true, the gay gods were blessing me on this day. I noticed that everyone in the sauna was fucking hawwwt and they all had big o’l dicks. Long, and then some longer than that. I looked left, beautiful man -big dick. Looked right beautiful man -big dick. My sober eye balls were popping out of my skull.
My gaze continued… more beautiful men…and more beautiful huge dicks. I’m so average do I even fit in out here? I do know all those huge dicks aren’t the average but they sure are fun to look at. My good gay gods, is it something in the water here? Should I stop drinking filtered water???? *pours a glass of tap water*
So, I sat down with my towel in the dimly lit and steam filled room. I quickly realized no one else was wearing a towel.
Thought bubble, “Oh you fuckin nerd take your towel off.” I take it off. Then I realize, after sitting my bare ass on the moist bench that everyone else is sitting on their towels or didn’t even bring one in. Thought bubble, “Umm, is it gross to sit on the bench bare ass?” I grab my towel from my side, fold it and sit on it. I see everyone else is “adjusting it” and/or tugging at it to “adjust it” accordingly. Some were presenting, and ooooh my what a presentation my gay eyes did see!
Sweat was dripping down my face. Thought bubble again, “What do I wipe the drippings from my face with if my ass is on my towel?” I nervously wiped it away with my hand.
Today, on this glorious leg day I just so happened to go up another 20 lbs. on the leg machine thingy. My legs were jelly before I walked in here… my legs are jelly now. I kept thought bubbling to myself, and I was ruining my own vibe.
“Oh shit, my legs are shaking. Oh, shit my leg just spasmed.”
“What happens if I pass the fuck out in here? And then fall on the floor on all fours and that looks like consent, then I get gang banged really good and don’t get to remember it? Or what happens if I pass out and don’t even get taken advantage of at all? What happens if someone has to lift me out of there? What am I supposed to say as I wake up dizzy from the ground, ‘Please steam me up …I mean pick me up, Scotty?”
Again, everyone was fucking hot. I wonder if this kinda yummy display happens a lot? And why am I so hoooongry. And what is this big huge cock day at the gym? How is it that everyone in here appeared to have been blessedly hung? like BLESSED! Geesh, even the skinny nerd- turning jock before our very eyes had a huge willy as he walked by naked. HUGE!
I thought bubbled, “Wow. Nerds packing.”
So back to the steam room and more thought bubbling. Looking down at my dick, “I don’t feel like I’m getting a boner and I totally should be. These guys are fucking haaawwwt!” Like I said they were hot. I adjusted. More thought bubbles, “Oooh wait there it is.” “Oh, wait no that’s not it. You are overheating. Oh, wait you really are going to pass the fuck out. Oh, wait your legs are freaking the fuck out and it’s too hot in here.”
“You are going to die! Abort! Abort!”
Just as the hot sexy fucker next to me scooted a little closer I got up and grabbed my towel and began walking to exit the fucking hot steamy room leaving all those juicy cocks behind. I didn’t want to but how rude would it be to have your legs give out or cramp up mid-blow job and I kick someone in the face by accident? What if I really did pass out? OOOo, that’d be embarrassing. But at least I’d know my limits? (I’m being totally presumptions. He could have been scooting closer to ask for the time, and how was I going to tell him? My phone was in my locker!)
I went and rinsed off in the shower and there were a couple cute guys there too, but I couldn’t cool down even under the cold shower. Maybe I’ll try it again. Maybe I won’t cause I hate that kind of heat, where you’re hot and then in an even hotter environment. That was way sexier in my mind and in videos than my body allowed it to be. Baby steps still get you to your destination- I suppose.
Afterwards, I was talking to my friend about how big everyone’s dick looked in the steam room and that it just didn’t seem real. We came to so some conclusions… we think the order of events is wrong. Why not start with the steam room, go work out and then shower? Or steam room- shower, gym and shower again? I dunno? It just seems like after all my energy is gone and done and my legs are jello AF- it’s probably not the best time to go into a steam room? Or is it? I don’t know and I’m not sure I ever will. Baby steps.
“Steam” first, shower then gym? Then shower? Ugh, I’ll get it right one of these days.
Catch You in My Steam Room Fantasy,
The Happy and Horny Homo
PS I want to be a big public sex club person, but I am not sure I’m built that way. At least not yet. This desert has options for so much gay activity. I love it here. I need to indulge myself more.
PSS God bless the United States of America
PSSS I love you…its scary right now but you are not alone.
PSSSS God bless the People of Minneapolis. We are all Minneapolis.
