Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Azz for days...

Hey hey hey! So... How do you like the new template? It still needs a bit of adjusting but I'm going GaGa over it! That man in the background is none other than Jamel Jamero. Whenever I change the background, I'll let you all know who it is (if I know my damn self, lol).

Hmm.... Fingers Crossed to all of my College Students kicking ass out there at the start of this semester! I'm only taking classes on Tuesdays but it's from 6pm to 10pm... Yuck...

Huh? What's that? What music am I listening to? Click on these here links:

Turn To Stone-- Ingrid Michaelson

Let's Do It Again -- Staple Singers

All I Wanna Do-- Sheryl Crow

Feelin' On Yo Booty -- R. Kelly


...Forget an Apple... I say "An Ass a day keeps the Doctor away"...
*sighs* why are Men so damn sexy???

--Cogito Capricornaries@hotmail.com

Enjoy the pics! (that pic of the dude in the red boxers had Rob GONE!)

























Tuesday, September 20, 2011

I need ya'llz help on this guy!

I have a quick request from ya'll: if any of you know ANYTHING about the guy in these pics, PUH-LEAZE let me know. I've exhausted all my search methods and I can't find anything but his pictures and videos.

I've used a few of his pics before in past posts but never paid him much attention until earlier tonight while I was going through some pic folders I forgot to delete...

In the beginning of the video, he says hello to Xtube and calls himself "Hotboy". Now, with all those damn Underscores and Dashes and using Zero instead of "O", there's A MILLION people with that screen name on Xtube.

*sighs* I really wanna see more of him.

Please help Christmas come early for me.

Excuse Me Miss by Chris Brown (minus the blonde Super Saiyan hair and the domestic violence)
My gift to you: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hp0HUptbYRo


Click on this to see the Solo Vid that made me fall in love with "HotBoy". And be prepared to nut!


Enjoy the pics! This was just a 911 post I had to put up right quick. I think I'll post a few updates on Friday. Eh, we'll see...

--Cogito


















Saturday, September 17, 2011

Shorty Jay


What I love about Shorty J is how he’s not afraid to get down to the absolute core of freakiness. In all honesty, if you’re going to compare Shorty J with anyone, it has to be against himself. I don’t care much for the work he’s done with Cocodorm because it’s just a bunch of Younginz banging each other out like jack rabbits and they let their dicks do all the work. And I may be a bit biased towards Cocodorm anyway because I don’t care for their “models” (and I use that term loosely). Come on, their friggin’ stick figures. Where’s the meat at?? They only have a handful of “beefy” dudes (the thickest one they have on there is Rock, and he looks like Chuck E. Cheeze to me).

But Thughoverload.com directed “The Destruction of Shorty J” and in my opinion, it’s even better than Shorty J’s work with Blackbreeders (and that’s saying something). Here’s why: I have yet to see Shorty J do a Snowball scene with Blackbreeders (which is kinda disappointing because they really do a great job at bringing full-blown kinkiness to all black casts). But in The Destruction of Shorty J, not only do they give him the facial of his LIFE, but one of the models are bold enough to lick his face, and spit that cum back into J’s mouth. –sighs- I get a woody just thinking about it.




I know tonight's post is kinda short. I'm just hella busy right now with classes starting back up and all that jazz... Enjoy the Shorty Jay pics! I'm thinking of doing a post for my baby Osian next. 

You know the Dick is good, when you start asking questions like: Do you want some money, baby? How about some Chicken Wangz? 
Jill Scott: Whatever-- My gift to you:  http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ekZhBTtmOkQ





















Friday, September 9, 2011

Good Riddance!


Thank the good Lord above that Tuesday came and left with Collette! Rob put her lil ass back on the first thing flying back out West. 

Good Riddance.

After I left the BBQ like I did, I really felt like I needed to just chill and center my thoughts. I was really freaked out by the whole situation. And now that I look back on it all, I certainly could have handled things a lot better. But I would like to say thanks to all my bloggers with your emails/comments with advice because it really did help me out (I luv u guyz n galz!).

That all happened on a Friday. By Monday Afternoon, Rob was banging on my door and let me have it! (not the good kind of “it” either). He was HELLA upset at me only answering his texts and not his phone calls, and for giving him the runaround.

I just didn’t want to mess anything up. From what I knew, I was Rob’s first boyfriend and I didn’t want to come in between the close relationship between him and his mom.

After a good 10 minutes of him yelling at me (which, as you ought to know by now, only turned me on), I finally broke it down to him.

Me: ...I think she’s onto us...

Rob: ???

Me: (I filled him in on the whole Kitchen scene).

Rob: why couldn’t you just say this in the first place?

Me: well, how was I supposed to come to you with something like this?

--awkward silence—

Rob: I know my mom can be kinda pushy sometimes...

Me: “pushy”? Did you NOT hear a word I just said? I pretty much told your mom that I’m getting boned by her son! Why the hell is everybody acting so fucking NORMAL?

(as I proceeded to cuss his ass out, he interrupted me)

Rob: this is exactly why Stephanie and I broke up.

Me: ??

(if you’ve been following our soap opera: some hoe named Stephanie was Rob’s fiancé at one point).

Rob: what should’ve been the happiest times of my life was actually the most confusing.

(Turns out, a few weeks before the wedding, Rob still had these buried, suppressed homosexual feelings that bubbled over to the surface. See, it’s always been Rob, his two other siblings, and their mom for as long as Rob could remember. So they had a very close Son/Mother relationship. When all this hit the fan, he told his mom why he couldn’t go through with the engagement. Stephanie could somehow feel the distance between her and her hubby-to-be and when she confronted him about it, he gave her some Donnell Jones “where I wanna be” type of excuse. That was back in 2004. And the rest is history).

And once he filled me in on this, I blew the FUCK UP. Um, how could you NOT tell me that your mom already knew about you being into guys? I could have really used a heads up or something. 

You know, somewhere in the 2 WEEKS you knew she was coming: “Oh, btw, I came out to my mom a long time ago”.

*sighs* he made me look like such a fucking IDIOT. So yeah, I’m pretty pissed off at Rob but I guess I’ll get over it eventually. He definitely just lost a few Gold Stars though...

I mean, damn. No wonder Collette was acting so regular; she thought I knew that she knew... 

I hadn't talked to Collette since the BBQ and I thought to give her a call and clear the air, but I still don't know... 

I'm sorry. My pride is not easily disturbed. But when it is, it takes a while before my Pissed-Levels lowers. 

I guess I can't blame Rob for everything though; I could have handled the situation better... 

Whatever. 

Good Riddance, by Green Day, my gift to you: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_bTdLi0YUVM

You Sent Me Flying, by Amy Winehouse (R.I.P.). My other gift to you: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bjNLCbIMzZs

Enjoy the pics. Leave comments. Email me: capricornaries@hotmail.com

--Cogito




























Friday, September 2, 2011

Help!


So of course it’s Labor Day weekend. And I’m running around with my head chopped off. I spent most of my morning over at my Granny’s house cooking/cleaning/preparing dishes along with her and my cousins. I was pretty much their little bitch until around 3 when I snuck out and drove over to Rob’s house. His mother came into town to visit so we decided to throw a nice lil barbecue at his place. A few of the bartenders, some of the poets around town, mutual friends we “rub shoulders” (network) with; nothing major.

But for all intents and purposes, of course it has to look like I’m just another visitor over at Rob’s house.

And for the record: Rob’s mother (Collette is her name) is an absolute DOLL! She’s a real sweetheart! 

When the Deviled-Eggs ran low outside, I was already in the kitchen making some more of them (it’s like my Signature thing that everybody tells me to bring). After a while, I look up and Collette is walking into the kitchen, washing her hands and tells me she wants to help. The two of us really hit it off really well. We chit-chatted for the longest and got a better feel for each other. But I could tell that she knew what was up. I could just feel it.

And finally, this happened...  

Collette: oooohhh lawd... Look at that lil floozy in my son’s face...

(I don’t look up from the bowl of boiled eggs we were peeling).

Collette: you see her?

Me: Oh yeah, that’s Ashnee out there. She’s always in his face...

Collette: (under her breath) ...always in his face...

----minutes of silence----

Collette: you know, I see the way my son looks at you.

Me: ?? (of course I’m playing stupid)

Collette: ...and I see the way you look at my son...

Me: well, how do I look at him?

Collette: the last time Rob was this happy, he was with his fiancée Stephanie.

(Remember Rob came verrrryyyy close to being married, but the two of them split. He still won’t tell me why though. Read my post "Best Head Ever! (part 2)").

Me: (I was stuck; lost for words; kinda scared. Like damn, she’s bold as fuck to bring it up like this). In my mind, I’m like “well, since the cat is out of the bag...”

She was nice enough to wait for me to gather my thoughts.

Collette: come on Hun, finish peeling those eggs. We’re just talking...

Me: Mrs. Orland, Rob is very special to me...

Collette: How long?

Me: going on 3 months now...

Collette: I love my Son regardless. But it hurts. My son knows he can tell me anything. And you’re a Minister, right?

(While I start stammering for words, Rob walks in from the patio and sees us talking).
I’m hoping he would pick up on the obvious tension between his mom and I, but Collette put her game-face back on and started acting really regular like we were just discussing the weather or something... So damn, I had to do the same.

*sighs* Rob can be so damn oblivious sometimes... He grabbed a bag of ice out of the deep freezer and went back outside, cheesing at the both of us on his way out...

Collette: are we out of Paprika?

Me: I think it must’ve fallen out of the bag. Lemme check my backseat...

I never went back in the house. I really don’t know what to say to her after that. I’m hoping she doesn’t bring it up to Rob without me being there. Hell, I don’t even know what to say to Rob.

“Hey, by the way, Bae, your mom and I were talking. She totally knows we’re together. And she’s pissed that you didn’t tell her you’re into guys sooner...”

Like, wtf...

*sighs* and this all happened like a few hours ago. She’ll be in town until Tuesday. I really want to finish the convo with her, but to be honest with ya’ll, I’m freaked out. I’ve never had to deal with this before. But I guess part of growing up is facing this type of ish, right? That doesn’t mean I have to LIKE it, but I will have to DO it.

I had to take a break and share this with yall. 

I keep getting “where the hell are you” texts from Rob. I’m about to give him a call and... talk... I’ll tell him the smoke from the grill was getting to me but I didn’t want him to spazz out so I just left... That’ll keep him at bay until I can think of how to bring the Kitchen Scene up to him...

Stay tuned!

Btw, Turning to Stone by Ingrid Michaelson has been on repeat in my car all day. My gift to you: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ybEIdmFffkI

Enjoy the pics and PLEASE comment/email me some advice, a nigga is really torn right now. 


--Cogito