#Poz

[bugchasersblog]

I need pozzed

[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_843 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.

[nm-senmon]

めちゃくちゃタイプのマッチョリバとヤリ散らかした！

まず俺はアゲしない。

相手がアゲてるのは全然気にならない。

生で種付け中出しする、されるってのが好き。

相手がタイプで体鍛えてる人なら何でもOK。

ただし、アゲの強要、痛い、汚いのはNG。

それ以外なら、トイレや野外でもヤルる。

複数で廻されるのも、廻すのも好き。

タイプの相手が喜んでくれれば便器にもなる。

ご褒美として精子と小便を俺の体内に出してくれるならマジで嬉しい。

タイプでアゲてる人ならション浣や飲尿は受け入れる。

この条件で会話してたらすぐにヤリたいってなって、結局家に来た。

近くに迎えに行って、エレベーターの中でフル勃起したチンコ触らせてきた！

早く欲しいと言いながらノーパンスウェットの中に手を入れて握った。

部屋入るなり、マジで小便飲める？今マジで小便したいんだけど！って言われて、お互い服着たままでマッチョのフル勃起から小便直飲みする事になった！

少しずつ出すから全部飲めよ！スウェット汚すなよ！と言われながら飲み始めた！俺は口に溜めてはゴクン！と飲みまた溜めてゴクン！を繰り返した。マッチョはまだまだ出るぞ。飲めるか？って聞いてきたので咥えたまま首を縦に振った。

そしたら、最初よりも勢いよく小便を出してきた。俺はマジでテンション上がってしまいゴクゴク全部飲み切った！

口にはまだ小便の味と臭いが残ってるのにマッチョが、よく全部飲めたな！って頭ポンポンしながらベロチューしてくれた！

そっからは着てる物全部脱いで69でシャブり合いした。マッチョのマラは16㎝くらいでバッキバキの上反りでカリがパツパツでデカかった。

ケツにローション塗っ���まってたから、即掘りお願いしたら立ちバックで一気に奥までぶっ込まれた。少し痛かったけど相手はタイプのマッチョ！俺のケツ好きに使って欲しい思いのが強かった。

すぐにとりあえず一発出すぞ！って言われて種付けされた。ビクンビクンして���。

上反りチンコはバキバキのままで精子の付いたチンコを綺麗にシャブる！マジで美味い！尿道に残った精子が少し出てきて指で救って舐めようとしたら、その指をマッチョが舐めて、そのままベロチュー！

マッチョはオナニーして出した精子は毎回全部自分で飲むらし。相手も俺と同じ精子好き！さらにテンション上がった俺は、またケツに欲しいと言って今度は正常位でガン掘り！

あと4.5発は出すからな！ってガツガツ掘ってくれた。俺のケツはすっげートロトロなのに奥がメチャ締まるからすぐにイキそうになるみたい。

俺は即イキ繰り返して処理便器にして欲しい！って言ったら、最初からそのつもりと言いながらの2発目！出したのにそのまま掘り続けられる。

俺とケツイキしながら我慢汁、小便、精子が混ざった状態でドバドバ出る。

マッチョはそれを掬って飲んで、マジで美味い！と言いながらベロチューされた！

その時勝手にケツが締まったので、ヤバイク！って3発目！嬉しすぎる。

俺はダメ元で俺の小便も飲んで欲しいと言ったら、普通にOKって言われた。少しずつ出してくれれば全部飲んでやるぞって言われたからマッチョの前に仁王立ちして少しずつ小便出したら美味そうに飲んでる！その間もチンコはバッキバキ！

飲み終わるとうつ伏せに押さえ付けられてバックでガン掘り開始！次もオナホ扱いで即出ししてやる！って言いながら4発目！

出したらさすがにグッタリして、俺の上で休憩！ケツにチンコ入ったままだから、俺はずっと気持ちいいままで勝手にケツが締まったりする。

このままション浣してやると言われたから受け入れるしかない。ベットが汚れるかもって心配だったけど、マッチョが俺のケツに小便したいって言うんだから拒否するわけにはいかない。

少し経つと、ケツの奥が熱くなってきた！

ション浣されてるのが分かる。少しずつ熱いのが広がる。漏れないようにケツを絞める。それがまた気持ちいい言われ、ション浣が終わるとゆっくり腰を振ってきた。

さすがに、漏れるからダメって言ったら、風呂場行くぞって、一旦ケツからチンコ抜かれた。

思ったより漏れてかなったから、そのまま風呂場に行ったら立ちバックで掘り始めた！

ケツからはジャバジャバ小便が漏れてくる。俺は中出しされたのが漏れちゃうのが嫌で、ダメダメ漏れちゃう！勿体無いって言ったら、最後にもう一発出してやるから黙ってケツ使わせろ！って言われた。マジで嬉しすぎるて勝手にケツが締まる。気持ちいい所をガンガン当ててきて立ってるのも必死で半分抱えながら掘られてた。

マッチョの動きが激しくなって、これでラストな！って奥に中出ししてくれた。ケツからチンコを抜いて即フェラで味わった。

やりたい事全部受け入れてくれたのが嬉しいし、ケツがマジで気持ち良すぎ！って褒めてくれた。

散々種付け中出し、ション浣、飲尿、ザーキスしといて、シャワー浴びながら俺の種で100%孕んだな！って言われたから、もしかしてポジですか？って聞いたら、当たり前じゃ��！未投薬のポジだよ。え？まさかネガ？あのヤリ取りでネガはないよね？って言われた。

こんなタイプのマッチョが俺のケツに何発も種付け中出しして小便まで出してくれたからポジっても構わない！

prepしてるからって言ったら、そんなのやめて俺の精子でポジって欲しい！って言われた。

このマッチョと毎日ヤリタイからマジで悩む！

prep辞めよかな。って思ってる。

3日後またケツ使いに来るって！

マジで嬉しい。

[hotpoz]

Prydely POZ, loocking for same guys Poz and more ....

[sam9293]

[pizza-hats-of-the-world-1882]

a portrait of Rudolf V of Elphberg, King of Ruritania

probably

i mean what are the odds that a lookalike replaced him in his coronation portrait

[nx1100]

Hepinizden daha güzelimm…

I'm more beautiful than all of us

[rubberffunpig]

Getting ready for an extended session in my sling

[bi-buddha]

Scruff Categories

How do you identify?

Daddy: An older man, often more mature and nurturing, who might be sought after by younger men for a mentor-like, caring, or authoritative relationship. Daddies often have a protective or dominant persona.

Bear: A large, often hairy man who is typically but not exclusively older. Bears are known for embracing body positivity and masculinity, though the community includes all body types and personalities.

Guy Next Door: A man who has a friendly, approachable, and casual personality, usually without any exaggerated traits or behaviors. He’s someone who might be described as "ordinary" but attractive due to his simplicity and relatability.

Muscle: Refers to men who have a highly muscular physique. In the bear scene, this might be the equivalent of “muscle bears,” who combine bulk and muscle mass, often seen as strong and physically powerful.

Chaser: A person, often thinner or less hairy, who is attracted to bears and seeks them out. A "chub chaser," for example, is attracted to heavier men.

Leather: This term refers to a subculture within the LGBTQ+ community, focused on leather clothing and accessories, often associated with BDSM and kink practices. Leather enthusiasts value power exchange, control, and discipline dynamics.

Poz: Short for HIV-positive, this term is often used in dating profiles to describe someone living with HIV. Within certain contexts, it’s a way to provide transparency about health status.

Discreet: Refers to someone who prefers to keep their sexuality or relationships private, sometimes due to personal, cultural, or social reasons. Often used by people who are not openly gay or bi in their everyday lives.

Geek: A man who is passionate about intellectual, technical, or niche interests, such as comics, video games, tech, sci-fi, or fantasy. The geek identity celebrates intelligence, curiosity, and fandom.

Jock: A physically fit, athletic man who emphasizes sports or fitness culture. Jocks are associated with a sporty, active lifestyle, often focusing on their physical appearance and capabilities.

Chub: A heavier-set man, often celebrated within the bear community for embracing their larger body size. Chubs are often appreciated for their softness and warmth.

Military: Refers to men who are or were in the military, often valued for their discipline, masculinity, and strength. Military men may be admired for their authority and structured lifestyles.

Otter: A slimmer or medium-built man, often hairy like a bear but with less body mass. Otters are sometimes seen as a middle ground between a bear and a twink.

Bisexual: A person who is attracted to both men and women, though not necessarily in equal measure. Bisexual individuals may experience different levels of attraction depending on the person.

Transgender: Refers to someone whose gender identity differs from the sex they were assigned at birth. Trans men and trans women may or may not undergo medical transitions to align their physical body with their gender identity.

Queer: An umbrella term used by people who identify as part of the LGBTQ+ community. Queer can include diverse sexual orientations, gender identities, and expressions. It’s a fluid and inclusive term.

Drag: The performance of exaggerated gender presentation, often for entertainment. Drag queens (typically men performing as women) and drag kings (women performing as men) use costumes, makeup, and personas to challenge and play with gender norms.

College: Refers to younger men who are often students, typically in their late teens or early twenties. It’s sometimes a stand-in for youth, freshness, and the pursuit of higher education or personal development.

Twink: A young, slim, often smooth-bodied gay man, usually in their teens to early twenties. Twinks are typically perceived as youthful, cute, and energetic.

[scopophilic1997]

scopOphilic_micromessaging_816 - scopOphilic1997 presents a new micro-messaging series: small, subtle, and often unintentional messages we send and receive verbally and non-verbally.

[knmtnhim]

古めなシリーズだけどエロくて好き！

やっぱ雄の種は最高ー！🤤

[whaticannotshowyou]

re: degenerate nastiness: non-con scenario where the rapist Obviously has some kind of STD and the victim is disgusted as well as terrified of catching it too? (i'm a slut for hurting jaskier, but feel free to imagine someone else if you don't vibe with that)

Ooooooo hell yeah! Idk how grossed out you want the reader to be as well, but it is quite nasty? Be warned.

Jaskier going out for a drink and, being the cute guy that he is, attracts some unsavoury company. The man is far too drunk for his taste and quite up in his personal sphere, though the free drink and shot is nothing Jaskier turns down of course (the man behind the bar quite a gentleman as he makes sure to tell Jaskier about it before he pours it all up so he can watch it happen).

When Jaskier turns him down politely, the man actually seems to listen, even if he does so with a sour face. Yet, Jaskier can’t shake the feeling of unease as he can feel his eyes on him for most of the night, piercing him as he tries to truly enjoy himself.

As the night goes on, Jaskier eventually decides to turn himself in for the night, smiling as he bids the barkeep adieu and makes his way out the door. It’s only in the cold of the rainy night, a street or so away from the bar, that he feels the unease creep it’s way back up his spine, nervously glancing around him a second too late to stop the man from pinning him up against the closest wall.

In the struggle, the man manages to get a good grip on his arms, forcing them behind his back and holding him still with one of his large hands, the other clasped over his mouth as he drags Jaskier into the small alleyway closeby. Tossing Jaskier to the ground, he quickly worms his way in between his thighs, forcing his legs wide apart as he fumbles with the man’s trousers. Clumsily he manages to pull them down one of his legs, not bothering with the other side as he now had access to his lower body, making quick work of his own clothes then.

Jaskier gets a good few screams out in the meantime, though met with a harsh slap across his face each time while struggling to get free, hands slipping on the wet stone in the rain and leaving him back on square one. It’s then he gets a good glimpse of the man’s genitals, eyes wide as he once more feels the panic rise inside of him. Whatever the man had going on down there, Jaskier wanted none of it.

His cock has sores and lumps covering the shaft, his hand stroking what Jaskier could only assume to be highly contagious pre over the entire member. As he once again struggles to get away, the man rocks his hips forward, gripping both their cocks in his hand as he keeps jack off, effectively humping his cock as if to spread as much of his diseases to him.

Leaning down, the man’s lips catches his own, forcing his tongue inside clumsily while suppressing Jaskier’s pleas, still pumping their shafts together. He stops for a moment to angle his hips, this time prodding the tip at Jaskier’s entrance and sinking inside agonisingly slow.

Jaskier swear he can feel a sore pop inside of him, pus leaking into his body and despite the horror of it all, lubricating the way of the invading cock. He shudders, lips trembling against the forced kiss while his hands push on the larger man’s chest, fruitlessly trying to get him away. It only seems to make it all worse, him bearing down and thrusting hard enough to tear Jaskier’s insides, pumping his toxic pre and pus straight into his guts while bottoming out.

“Fuck, I’m gonna’ come,” he slurs, Jaskier taking panicked breaths as his mouth is finally freed. “Gonna breed ya’ good boy...”

Jaskier knew he wasn’t talking about a baby, now openly sobbing at the knowledge that the man actively wanted to give him whatever diseases he was carrying. His free hand once more came down to stroke his limp cock, spreading the already nasty mess of pre and pus over his shaft and tip, Jaskier watching him almost carefully making sure it covered the entire length. All the while, his movements kept getting more erratic, long and deep thrusts replaced by quick ones, eventually him just grinding his cock as deep inside as possible before gasping and grunting, Jaskier breaking down into a full crying as he felt the man unload inside.

[midasfortnite]

Here's one of my modern zora ocs, Poz! He's in a band that my brother and I made when we were kids called The Deep. He's very shy so he does the backup vocals and tinkers with the equipment.

[useme4u2getoff]

gay, poz, kinky, submissive - California NO WOMEN, PLEASE!

[pizza-hats-of-the-world-1882]

tfw you are definitely the king of ruritania and most certainly not a random english guy

[virginpornstar]

Branden's Top Realizations of 2023

2023 was a rough year for me. I had some incredible things happen, and had some amazing moments, but also had some hardships I had to deal with. That is life. With the good comes the bad, but all that matters is I made it through. Here are my Top 10 Realizations of 2023!

2023 WAS MY YEAR OF CHAOS

Eris is the Greek goddess of chaos and discord. This year felt like Eris possessed me herself to blow up my own life. If I had the option to choose to avoid drama or have drama, I went with the drama. I chose chaos every chance that I got. From getting canceled, falling out with my best friend, and even just having non stop petty arguments online and falling out with random guys I've never even met, I was having non stop drama and chaos this year. I wasn't the one to avoid any confrontation this year. I didn't give a fuck. With the chaos I endured in 2023, I'm hoping to choose peace in 2024.

2. ALL PUBLICITY IS GOOD PUBLICITY

It's already been nearly a year since I got "canceled", and honestly I didn't really lose much besides 2 FwBs that don't even live in the same part of the country as me, and I only fucked both of them once.

It was inconvenient having to block 1300 profiles, and still having to block people. I still have poz black gays that have been on my block list nearly a year making posts talking shit about me, but whatever. They're going to be poz forever, so they're going to be mad forever. I have always believed that I don't care what people are saying about me, as long as they're talking about me. Getting "canceled" had more people talking about me than ever. Even with them trashing ever part of me and my existence, more people than ever were reading my blogs, watching my acting reels, looking at my posts, watching my YouTube videos, etc...getting canceled was fantastic for exposure. More people than ever know who I am.

I may be a bit of a pariah in the black gay community, but the black gay community is just a cesspool of HIV infected gays, fighting online and in person, can't keep a relationship, not educated or employed, bums begging for money, people living a lie, etc...

Plus the same week I got canceled, I saw the same people that were talking shit about me canceling even more black gays within the same week. This is why no one takes the black gay community seriously. Twitter/X is just an app with bitter black gays looking to terrorize and cancel other black gays.

I'm still employed, traveling the world, getting dick everywhere I go, and my followers are up on most platforms compared to before I got canceled. I didn't lose shit except fake people in my life. It was inconvenient having to block 1300+ profiles of people talking shit about me, but after those first 3 days the chaos was pretty much over and life resumed to normal.

3. THE BEST PART OF GETTING CANCELED IS THAT IT EXPOSED MY SECRET HATERS

"What other people think of you is none of your business' is one of my favorite quotes. I first heard it from RuPaul, and it's always stuck with me.

As a fem black gay man with a "valley girl" voice, I've been bullied my entire life for a multitude of reasons. There's nothing anyone can say about me that I've not already heard. It's true that decades of bullying does build thick skin. I am used to gays hating me and that's been what I've had to deal with from the majority of the gay community since high school. Then on a grander scale in college. Now on the grandest scale of the internet.

I had so many random people from my past coming out of the woodwork to jump on the hate train against me. Former friend's friends that I only hung out in a group setting like 2-3 times were writing entire essays of lies about me on Twitter. Saying how they always hated me, and here I am thinking um...I met you twice. I didn't like you either, but I also never gave a fuck about you to write an essay about you. I was disgusted how you and your man said you collect buckets of rain water and bathe in it.

Then I had former cowokers I never even liked that I only knew from being extras on various film/TV sets making posts about how they always hated me. Um...I never liked you, hence why I always avoided you and gave you the impression I didn't like you. I can't stand people that crave attention are and are loud and obnoxious, especially at work.

Then even cast members/producers of the ratchet black gay reality shows I watch on YouTube talking shit about me since they didn't like my tweets about their show, and also one was embarrassed since I saw him at the clinic and knew he was poz since the wasn't there on the same side of the clinic I was for people getting tested/treated for STIs. He was there for the infectious diseases doctors, aka poz. I didn't even know some of them knew who I was, but apparently they did enough to make posts about always hating me.

Then I fell out with some of my lovers that turned on me. Can't trust them fake ass weak ass Libras to be loyal when the world is against you. I really am not compatible with people that care what others think of them. That's why Leos and Libras are so compatible. They both are signs that care how others perceive them.

I'm a Scorpio. I don't give a fuck about anyone, but me. I don't care what anyone thinks of me, and nor would I ever turn on someone when the world is against them. I like you for you, and I dislike you for you. No one can turn me against someone, but the best part of getting canceled was knowing who couldn't wait to turn on me. On top of it also exposing who's poz. With 50% of the black gay community being apart of the Walking Dead, there's so many incubators of disease walking amongst us, and we wouldn't even know it. Had they not exposed themselves, literally and figuratively.

4. I WILL NEVER FEEL GUILTY FOR WANTING AN HIV-NEGATIVE MAN

I spent most of my life scared of fucking, because I've been terrified of HIV. My worst fear is becoming poz, and I don't want to ever be apart of that black gay poz statistic. I don't want a man that's apart of that black gay poz statistic either. I will never feel guilty about that. It's also why I have no regrets about anything I said that got me "canceled". Since I've been saying those things for years. Just this is the first time anyone listened.

Plenty of others agree with me, they just were too scared to publicly agree. But they slid in my DMS to tell me they feel the same way. It's crazy how the diseased are so deluded and want to normalize everyone fucking people with HIV, and then attack and chastise anyone that doesn't want to fuck people with HIV. Yet not fats/no fems is perfectly ok in the black gay world, but as soon as you say you don't a man with an infectious disease that they got from their poor life choices, suddenly you're the problem. The gaslighting in the (black) gay community is astounding.

HIV may not longer be a death sentence, though the only thing keeping poz people from wasting away and dying of AIDS is their medicine. Hence why I call them The Walking Dead. Nobody wants that shit, or wants to deal with that shit. Yes HIV is preventable with PrEP and if peopel are Undtectable, but I still would rather be with a man that made smart life choices to prevent from ever being infected in the first place. I feel how I feel, and I'll never feel guilty about that.

5. PROFECTIONS YEARS ARE REAL

Profection Years are a combination of astrology and numerology. There are 12 houses of the zodiac, and each year of your life is apart of a different house. Each house represents a different aspect of life, and what will be the big theme of that year as you reach that age. It does seem unlikely everyone is experiencing the same thing at 30, 31, 32, etc...but I don't give a fuck about everyone else because it's been eerily accurate for me.

For 32 my profection year was that this would be a huge year of travel for me. It was. I took 23 trips this year so far! That's more than I've ever traveled ever before in my life. It also was accurate for 31 being a big year of death/rebirth/transition, and 30 was about relationship. I got in a relationship when I turned 30. 31 was about rebuilding my life post relationship since I feel like I allowed my relationship to distract me from certain goals.

My profection year has been on point so far, and now 33 is about my image and public persona. Which is so true. Since I gotta rebuild my brand/image after getting "canceled". Though let's be real. This world barely gives a fuck about gay people. They really don't give a fuck about black gay people. They certainly don't give a single fuck about black gays with HIV. So it is delusional to think black gays with AIDS have the power to cancel anyone.

6. EUROPE IS FUN TO VISIT, NOT TO LIVE

One of the highlights of 2023 for me was that I finally got to go to Europe! I went to London, Paris, and Madrid. It was a dream come true. I was originally supposed to go in 2020, but Covid happened, but I finally made up for it this year. I loved Europe, well not enough that I'd want to live there.

My friends that had been before said that being black is so much better in Europe than America, and Europeans love black Americans. Um...I should've known better than to trust the word of my black friends that only like white men.

I would never want to live in Europe. There's barely any black people, and the few that are there make it very clear they only like white men. Me in my early 20s, before I was into black men, would've loved Europe and probably been like "I want to move there". Me now, I like Europe to visit, but I'd never want to live there.

I like big men, which are hard to find in Europe. There's twinks everywhere. I love Madrid since it's a bear capital and they definitely had the sexiest men in Europe. Madrid had the least amount of black men I'd seen in Europe, but still was my favorite European city. London and Paris I found one guy in each city to get with, but Europe is fun for a visit, but definitely not where I'd ever want to live. If anything it made me appreciate being an American more.

I have black gay clubs, black gay spaces, black gay men of all sizes and shapes, and I have options in the US. In Europe, if you dont' want a white man then you're out of luck.

7. GAY FRIENDSHIPS ARE SO DIFFICULT TO MAINTAIN AS I GET OLDER

I've fallen out with the 2 closest gay friends I've ever had within 2 years of each other. One was a 16 year friendship that ended after he not only didn't invite me to his 30th birthday party he spent months planning, but I had to find out about the party from social media. Plus I took him out to lunch the week before the party for his birthday, and he made no mention of it for me.

We were doing that fake shit like having parties and not inviting each other when we were in high school, and you want to start doing that in our 30s? Fuck that. I'd rather ben former friends than fake friends. Clearly if you don't want me at your own celebrations for yourself, then we aren't real friends. Also if you don't invite me to your party your planned because 2-3 of your 50 guests don't like me, then clearly you don't value me as a friend. So I ended it.

Then I just fell out with my best friend of 5 years. The previous friendship ending wasn't as big of a blow since we both clearly had moved on to new BFFs, and had been growing apart. Also with this friendship we'd been growing apart too.

We don't live int eh same part of the country. We don't see each other as much. Plus he made a new friend group, so he likes feeling like he's queen bee, though that shit doesn't work for me. I'm always queen bee, and not a sidekick.

We fell out due to a trip planning gone wrong, and he was financially challenged. Yet he picked the hotel, I just booked the room, but then he cursed me out because he didn't like the price and then refused to apologize for cursing me out. I don't have time for this immature shit. I am past that point in life of sharing hotel rooms with friends. I like my own space. I also am not tolerating a friend refusing to move on from drama they caused. Take accountability. Don't lie and say you misread a text, when you clearly were arguing with me about what you clearly read the night before. I don't have any tolerance for immaturity or fake shit.

It's sad to lose a friend, but sadly we outgrow people. Plus I was fucking a guy he really liked behind his back for months, so I was doing fake fucked up shit too. The friendship was destined to end this year. It's sad, but everything happens for a reason.

8. I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT DIRECTION I WANT MY LIFE TO GO IN

I'm torn for the first time ever. I've always been somewhere that's know what I want, where I want to go, and where I want to be. Yet now I have no clue. I know what my options are for where I want to move next. Yet I still can't make a final decision.

I could go back to Atlanta. I already have friends/acquaintances, jobs I can get back into, and know the city. Atlanta has changed a lot since I left, but Atlanta is still the black gay capital. There will always be options for men there, and I've had the most sex and best dating experiences in Atlanta. Biggest downside is way too many poz people. Where there's lots of black gays there's lots of HIV, and I honestly want that far away from me.

I could go to Chicago. Chicago is my favorite city. I love the architecture, and landscapes. It's exactly the type of city I love. Great public transit, walkable, but large, diverse, and I have decent experiences with men there. Biggest downside are the rough winters, and a lot of the people I fell out with after getting canceled were in Chicago. Granted it's a big city, so I don't have to see those flaccid woke warriors.

I could go to NYC. Growing up in the Northeast, the goal has always been to live in NYC. I think that's natural. Gays aspire to move to the biggest city in their region, and NYC has always been the epitome of the top of the list. If you can make it there, then you can make it anywhere. Plus I love New York N*ggas. Downside is the ridiculous astronomical rent. Yet if money wasn't an issue, I'd definitely choose NYC.

Lastly there's LA. I just don't see myself as an LA gay, even though this year I've realized I can be faker than ever, and I already have the "valley girl" accent. Even when I went to Europe everyone was assuming I was from California form how I talk. I do love that no one can tell where I'm from from my accent. Yet LA is so overcrowded, and there's so many crazy homeless people everywhere. Also I hate driving, and it's impossible not to drive there. Also the gays are so flaky, and I don't see myself happy in Los Angeles. Though I'm an actor and screenwriter. So LA will always be the best place to be.

I'm still figuring out which option to choose, but they're all so different. My life will look different depending on which city I choose, and no option I think will have the same outcome. Still I want to push myself to try somewhere new, but I also am terrified of picking the wrong one. Though if one doesn't work out, then I can always move. We shall see what the future holds.