Let’s start a bush revival together. Bring out your bush!
The assumption is generally that guys don’t need privacy in the toilets. Ladies always have seperate stalls, but us guys are just expected to whip out our cocks and piss in front of complete strangers.
I, for one, have always had a problem peeing in front of others: family, friends or strangers. It got so bad that I nearly burst my bladder when I was out drinking with my brother and some mates. I was drinking pints of beer, many pints of beer, but when I went to the toilets, I just couldn’t go. The pub was packed, hence the toilets were packed so I had to wait foir a urinal to become free, and when it did, I just couldn’t go. I felt under so much pressure as other guys were waiting so I quickly tucked myself back into my trousers and went back out to a fresh pint of beer. Every time I tried I just couldn’t go, and the cubicles were always occupied (and disgusting).
Eventually I just had to wait for a cubicle to come free – but I did feel a bit weird waiting around while other guys had no trouble emptying their bladders.
Nowadays I always use a cubicle, I have to. But why are we expected to pee in front of each other? Sometimes us guys just need some privacy.
It’s almost 2020, a time I’m looking forward to as I won’t need my glasses anymore… as I’ll be seeing in 2020! I know, a dodgy joke but I am really looking forward to next year. I’ve got a new spring in my step, and I’m determined to keep that going.
I’m even writing again, and I hope to bring the first chapter of a new series very soon. It’s about a family that moves to a new town.
I’d be interested to know how other writers go about writing their stories. I tend to have a brief outline of what I want to happen and a sketchy plan of how to get there, but I find that sometimes a story takes you on a path all of its own. And this is one of those stories. I’ve not written many incest stories, and I hadn’t planned on this story to be heavy on incest (some, but not much) and that is just where the story has gone. I’ve also found that the story also went in the direction of humiliation and a bit of bondage, not severe bondage, tie me down and spank me till my balls are bruised, but a bit of gentle bondage causing humiliation and embarrassment.
I hope you enjoy my new story and the others that Screeve will bring you in the coming year.
All the best and see you next year, David
I would like to take this opportunity to wish you all a merry christmas and a happy new year.
I’m looking forward to 2020. I hope that the new year will bring a new confidence and a chance for me to finally put a very stressful and demanding year behind me. I am starting the new year in a good place with a determination to start looking after myself and take time out just for me. I hope I can keep it up!
All the best to all of you and enjoy the festive break.
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Last weekend was the annual Pride march in my local city. I didn’t manage to go this year but my teenage nephew did. He went with a few friends, one identified as bi, one as pan and one as transexual; he self identifies as bisexual. All the young boys and girls (15 & 16 by the way) had a great time.
Standing at the tram stop on their way back home a man walked by, with his young daughter. As he walked by he said “faggots” to my nephew and his group of friends. He saw the look on his daughter’s face, and he said she looked mortified.
My first reaction was to laugh out loud. How could someone be like that in the day and age and during Pride. It just sounded so ludicrous.
Then I got to thinking and all those thoughts from my youth came flooding back. How I was scared of anyone finding out about my sexuality for fear of being victimised and bullied. I could never have come out at school and I had to hide who I really was until I came out in my twenties.
Today people are more free to be themselves and that is a good thing. But there are still those people who feel they the right to shout abuse at others.
The Beeb has been showing some interesting programmes about mental health this past week. I have finally been feeling ok to watch some of them. I had been reluctant to watch any in case they made me feel worse. They are a very interesting watch and I would recommend watching, if you have access to the BBC iPlayer.
We don’t talk about mental health. I certainly didn’t, until recently. And even now I am very careful who I reveal my mental issues to. There is still a big stigma out there and people are still very judgemental.
So in case you are in any doubt. I suffer from depression.
I have lost many a friend (and boyfriend) to it as when it hits I turn in on myself and shut out the world. I tend to be more honest with people now, but as I said prevously, I’m still very careful who I tell.
Two weeks ago I fell into one of my bouts of depression but am coming out of it now. I re-posted the picture below about a week ago and thought I would share it with you.
Just to be clear I wasn’t suicidal.
The picture just reminded me how I sometimes feel when faced with people suffering with their own mental health issues.
Even with the experience of my own depression I struggle with how to help a person who is suffering from mental health issues. I really should do something about that.