#i was going thru my gallery and found my old pics of him

[pressforlove]

YALL what happened to agunu ?? i havent heard about him in ages

[phatkat313-blog]

My Bio

My name is Bam which is short for Bamzy..

I was born, raised and reside in Detroit, Michigan.

My birthday is June 11th. Believe it or not I'm 38 years old. I'm a 80’s Baby. I'm Black and Indian. I’m a Gemini ♊. I’m about 5'10. I’m 195 lbs. So yeah I’m thicker than most and I love being thicker than a sneaker. 😁 I’m a very well kept and well groomed man. I love to look good and smell good inside and out at all times.

My hygiene is always on point. I’m not into the labels of being masculine or feminine. I’m just me. I’m a man. A man that knows what he likes, loves, wants and needs in his life.

I’m independent. I do hair for living off and on. I had to quit my main job because of serious back problems I now have.

My favorite colors are red, black, and white. My favorite season the Fall and winter cause its that cozy cuddling weather. I’m addicted to tattoos. I have 19 and counting.

I have a huge underwear and sock fetish. I also have a hat fetish. Cause I think forehead is huge. 😂😂 I love to cook, sing, and listen to music. I'm not a rap fan, but I mostly listen to gospel, and neo soul, and just a LiL bit of RnB.

I love being naked. I’m very comfortable with my thick body. Lol 😂 I’m a very loyal, loving, faithful and Wonderful person deep down inside. I’m a sweetheart, but yet I have a mean side and i have a very strong personality which most can't handle.

Most people call me Mean asf! But at the end of the day.. I’m just a head strong person that doesn’t sugar coat anything and i don't take shit from nobody.

I get irritated easy sometimes. I’m fiesty, out spoken, aggressive, overprotective but yet I can be sensitive and a sweetheart. I speak my mind. I'm sorry, but My mouth has no filter. I can be brutally honest and speak nothing but the truth. I have a sensitive side that i tend to hide a lot. I’m playful, i love to play fight and wrestle. I Love to play video Games especially when i get bored. I sometimes wish i had someone to play video games with.

I’m goofy, silly, funny and i love to crack jokes and make people laugh. 😂 So yeah I’m a shit talker and I have bit of a smart mouth. Lol 😄.. Just a warning..

I love comedy, action, love and movies.. Also I love vampire flicks and I'm a big cartoon fanatic.

I’m a big kid at heart ❤.

I’m a music lover.

I also like and enjoy being alone.. I'm not a loner but I am an Introvert.

I’m very passionate, affectionate and romantic.

I love to kiss 💋. I love late night conversations on the fone.. But i text more than I talk most times… I love taking pics, which most of the ones i take be nude or half nude.. Lol 😂..

😂 yeah I stay naked. I Love expressing myself thru pictures. My moods, my thoughts, my dreams.. All that get expressed thru Pics.. So don't be shocked or surprised by the random texts, pics, and gifs I may send u on daily. its just all my inner and deep thoughts on Life, Love, Sex, and relationship goalz. 👬

I Love to sleep naked and i often free ball a lot. Lol 😂

I look at nudity as art.

Hell I look at myself as a Walking Nude Art Gallery.. Lol😂. In my down time I just like  to cuddle and watch movies, play video games, listen to music, take pics or sleep. I’m the freakiest nigga in the world when I'm in a Relationship. i would love to be in a fully vers relationship, but that rarely happens to me.. All I see to attract is full tops or bottoms which I'm OK with.. Cause I am fully vers... Fully!! 🍆🍑💦 but on some real shit.. i would love to be in a Full vers relationship with a loyal dude, But that's hard to find. So until then I’m just patiently waiting and just me, myself and my toy. 😂 My last lover passed away a few years ago from a seizure.. He was the one true love of my life and I was deeply in love with him And sad part is I haven’t found love like that with anyone since him. When he passed away, it left me feeling very empty inside. But at this time in my life, I want to find love like that again or even better. 💜 So yes I’m single and yes I get lonely sometimes but I'm dealing with it. I've been going without sex since June 10, 2016 and counting. i most definitely believe in pleasing myself every moment I can for the time being or until my future bae comes along.. I just hope he's ready cause he gone have hell on his hands.. Lmaoo 😂😂

All I want in my life at this point is Love, Loyalty, faithfulness, Consistency, great Communication, honesty and Romance all wrapped up in one wonderful special guy. 💜👬💋

Until then its me, myself, and I… I’m not perfect but i have flaws. I want someone that’s gonna love me past all my flaws and imperfections.. And that's a rare find.

I’m a simple guy And it doesn’t take much to please me.. I’m a very down to earth man, i may not have a lot of money, but I’m Loyal.

I may not be the finest or the sexiest, but I’m Loyal.

I may not have the sexiest body or the 6 pack or wash board abs, but I’m loyal.

I’m a God Fearing Man.

To know me is to love me.. And to love me is to understand me… I’m a Rare Breed.. I’m not looking for Sex, i’ll take love over sex any day. Because Real love is hard to find in this cold lonely world,

But Sex you can find and get anywhere everywhere these days and I can do without that. Hell I jack off bust amazing nuts🍆💦 by my myself every night. Lol 😂

But at the end of the day, all i want is someone loyal and faithful that i can call my own and give all my Love, Time and attention to... if thats not asking of to much. But hell that's me in a nutshell. Thank you for talking the time to reading all about me. I hope you like or love all that you have read. 💚💛💜💙❤

[thepsychomother]

Yesterday, my cousin (who is more like a brother to me than a cousin) Clint and I went to Road ATL to watch my brother, Eli, race motorcycles.  Clint drove up from Madison, to my house, which is actually in Atlanta, and we drove from my house to Road ATL.  I find it somewhat ironic that Road ATL is on the Winder Highway, in Braselton, GA, 40 miles away from my house, which is in Atlanta.  I was not exactly sure what I should wear to the race.  I mean, I knew I could wear shorts.  I opted for a striped, sleeveless, $15 dress from Old Navy, and threw on my running shoes.  The Middle Child said it looked terrible.  Clint said he hated it, too. It wasn’t the dress-it was the shoes with the dress.  OKAY, OKAY, fine, I said.  I went and put on my old, black, flat, glitter sandals with the ankle straps.  I felt overdressed.  JC said, It’s a spectator sport.  There will be lots of people there who are dressed up. You will be fine.  Here are your dressed-up spectators, Honey:

Thank God, Clint and I did a drive-by before we actually parked and got out.  We split the scene and found the nearest Target so we could buy me some flip-flops and us some chairs (We did not find those bleacher thingies until after we went to Target. LMAO)  Also, we went through the busiest Chick-Fil-A drive thru of all-time.  It was so busy, it had to have it’s own traffic director.  Unfortunately for you, I did not think to get a picture of that.   We got back to Road ATL, ate our lunch, and Eli told us where we should go to watch the race.   So, we went. We took Safety with us.  The dog. Safety is Eli’s dog.  The bikes are really, really loud.  We were almost at the very end of the track, and we could hear them coming literally-a mile away. Okay, well, it probably was not actually a mile.   It sounds like a really loud swarm of bees at first, then it is unmistakable–at least to me, but I grew up around motorcycles.  They would go by so fast, that it was hard for us to find Eli at first.  We knew what his bike looked like: 

And we knew that he was #418.  His helmet is black.  His suit is black and white.  None of that information narrows it down very much. Several in his group have similar colors, even though I don’t think anybody else had that exact same combination LOL.   They are all going so fast, that it’s hard to see their numbers until they get right up on you–and, you are not allowed to get that close to the track.  My 46.5 year old glasses-wearing eyes could barely see the numbers at all…until it was too late!  I started taking pictures of everyone, knowing that eventually, I’d get him in at least one! (These are all him) (I think) ;)

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They race in groups by experience. Eli is in the Advanced Group.  The groups race for 20 minutes at a time and go once an hour.  We decided just to stay where we were and not go back and forth to the Main Paddock.  I had water for Safety (the dog, remember?)  The next race was at 3:00.  We were waiting for them to start when we saw 3 ambulances with their lights on, coming down the track.  That was very unnerving.  I looked at my watch.  3:02.  I figured that was not enough time for Eli’s group to have even started.  It was someone from the previous group, and we heard later that it was bad.  We had positioned ourselves, our chairs, water, and Safety down at the very bottom of those stands.  This was quite a hike and really good lunge exercise.  I ended up having to go up these damn things 4 times–to get random shit out of the car.  For this second round, we had set up a little farther down-so that we could see the bikes ‘do the S curve’ before they went up ‘Wheelie Hill’- a hill that lots of them did wheelies on because when they come out of the S and start up the hill, accelerating their speed, it’s on the engine and gravity.  The motorcycle’s engine supplies more torque through the drive train to the rear wheel than the gravitational torque….click/boom: WHEELIE! I saw more wheelie’s yesterday than I have ever seen in my life, and it was au naturel…nobody was showing off.  We somehow totally missed Eli’s 3:05 (post ambulance) round. In all of our intent searching for him, we never saw him go by. LMAO. In our defense, there was a lady there, photographing the whole thing for a friend. Her friend had texted her that his group, The Novice Group, had to stop mid-session, due to the big accident.  She thought that his group had come back out at 3:05.  Somehow, ‘black helmet, #418, white wheels, red bike’ were all just too much for me to look for at the same time, while the bikes were all going 180mph.  Finally, at about 3:55, his group came out and we spotted him ;)  That was when we got our best pics.  It was also when they got the red flag and had to go in early. The red flag means somebody has had an accident.  We knew it was not Eli, because we actually got pics of him holding his arm up (to signify that he had seen the red flag) and going in.  Now, at the time, we did not know what all of this meant, so we just sat back down and hung out.  About 15 minutes later, I got this text:  

(Those pics are some I had sent Eli after the first round we saw) So we gathered up all of our shit, and Safety, and we headed back up those big, bleacher thingies one last time.  I decided my knees did not have it in me, so we walked all the way over to the edge and walked up the ramp–luckily, I think Safety knew he was going back to Eli, and was excited about that, so he pulled me up.  When we got to the landing at the top, we heard another group start up. As we were almost to my car, Safety stopped dead in his tracks–like he was not going to move.  He knew. Or at least he thought Eli was coming back out on the track! “Come on, Safe!” I said, “He’s not coming back out-that’s another group. Daddy’s done! Let’s go!”  He walked on and got in the backseat of my car.  When we got to the Main Paddock, I got him out of the car, and he walked me, very briskly, back to Eli! Safety knew exactly where he was!

I see now why Eli loves racing so much.  I felt free, just being at the racetrack. I can’t imagine what it feels like to be driving that bike.  I don’t really want to try that. I think I might feel like everybody else was chasing me-and that wouldn’t be fun for me.  I used to ride a Honda Trail Bike (motorcycle)  on the farm (a lot, not just once)  growing up–and I loved it.  It was very freeing.  We did dangerous shit like that when we were young. We actually lived to tell about it too. Imagine that.  My adrenaline was rushing, just watching them.  I must add my Ricky Bobby commentary (even though I am well aware that Ricky Bobby raced cars, not motorcycles) Talladega Nights  remains one of my favorite movies of all time…..It was a beautiful day at Road ATL….for those who like to go FAST…..we did not have had our cougar, Karen, with us, but we did have our Labradoodle, Safety….. These men are the best there is. Plain and Simple. They wake up in the morning and they piss excellence….Maybe Eli and Elliott (the guy he rides with) ought to consider changing their names to El Diablo and The Magic Man… ;)  I’m just sayin’ ….will you at least consider saying ‘Shake and Bake’? You know, like before you start the race? LOLOL Please? :)

I HAD SO MUCH FUN!!! I CAN’T WAIT TO GO BACK! Next time, though, I’m wearing shorts.

Where the Rubber Meets the Road Yesterday, my cousin (who is more like a brother to me than a cousin) Clint and I went to Road ATL to watch my brother, Eli, race motorcycles.