Man Mecca Manna

I know it is blasphemous but I have to compare the men that I have seen (touched and licked) this past weekend to Manna (yes, the food of Heaven). I did not know that man was created in such wonder, if he is in the image of God I need to spend some more time in Church this year. Just writing about the experience has left me breathless. I have to take five minute breaks so I don't drool all over my keyboard or hyperventilate.

There was Nature (a latino God) and Sean (I agree, his name needs work) and the rest. I don't even want to mention their names in the same sentence. I have to separate the men from the boys. Nature and Sean are definitely MEN!

YaYa and I went to Time Square Hunks and lost our minds. I don't think I have ever screamed so much in my life. Half the time it was out of sheer excitment. These men were straight man meat-on-parade. They permited you to grab, google and stare at their assets all the while keeping a smile on their faces (and yours) and whispering sweet nothings into your ear. I swore I was in the beginnings of a long term relationship with one of the dancers. If I had a man like that a home that looked like that he would not be permitted to leave the house - not without a collar or one of those ankle braclets that parolees wear.

Sweet Jesus, Mother of God, Alllaaaaaahhhh! Being around that much testostrone has to be illegal. Anyway, I definitely have to pay another visit to that club.