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Midnight in Ol' Edo
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The Japan where journalists rarely roam.
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oldedo · 2 days ago
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Parts
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oldedo · 2 days ago
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What I Did on Friday.
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oldedo · 5 days ago
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oldedo · 8 days ago
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Not All Thumbs
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oldedo · 9 days ago
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Anticipation
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oldedo · 13 days ago
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Phallic Symbol
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oldedo · 15 days ago
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Bare Back
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oldedo · 18 days ago
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oldedo · 19 days ago
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Afternoon Fantasies
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oldedo · 21 days ago
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oldedo · 25 days ago
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Best Left Unseen:
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Because male.
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oldedo · 1 month ago
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A man's nightmare.
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oldedo · 2 months ago
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Back home for the holidays...the memories are somehow more real...
My still surviving self portrait tumblr.
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These hot August days have brought back a lot of memories of when I lived back in Appalachia. Many good memories, some memories of things not so good back when they happened but that have special memories now.
I remember the works and sounds dreaded when I was going to get the belt. The old man would start calling me "Mr. Buddy" for some reason and then if things were really going south, I'd be told to "Get in the living room or smoke-house and get 'em off) and stand there with nothing on waiting for him to come in. Then a "bend over and grab 'em) and the sound of his belt coming off, the buckle rattling and the sound of him folding it in half. A second or two later the sound of that things cutting through the air and landing on bare skin soon following by a stinging burning pain that built with each impact. That was usually followed by many more of the same at high speed in high impact. Soon the main sound was me sobbing, apologizing, and more or less blubbering.
I am not sure what lessons I learned from all that except a belt on the butt hurt like hell and that I had to be more careful and not get caught the next time. Still, I did repent of some things partially due to those whippings. One was smoking. So for me, it wasn't all bad. Now it is just a memory that younger folks for better or worse won't have.
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oldedo · 2 months ago
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Just a peek
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oldedo · 2 months ago
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oldedo · 2 months ago
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Dreams
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oldedo · 3 months ago
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