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Sex

She begs me to write her clothes onto the floor. Each and every piece until her whole body has been explored. My pen unbuttons without a second thought. Scribbling towards what I want. Naked body meets naked mind. Feel your inhibitions unwind. Feel me like you feel my words. Smooth as hands upon your curves. Take…

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Guest Blogging On My Blog

I expect anyone that guest blogs on my blog to “blog” similar to how I do. That means responding to comments, following up with people, and monitoring their posts. This is a minimum expectation I have for any blogger I read, follow, or allow on my website. Bloggers that fail to uphold the same standards…

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The life of an adoptee is all about change, adaption, and trying to find stability. After the trauma of rejection runs its course we quickly find a need to find some type of stability through acceptance. I have seen what constant rejection can do to a child having had a friend who was repeatedly let…

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The Death of aopinionatedman.com

This is what happens when you cut the WordPress string and swim on your own. You drop, you rebuild, and you move forward. I miss my old rank though… -OM @smokendust

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United We Stand

It is a hard thing to watch racial strife in a country you love. I grew up in the south as a Korean adoptee and I witnessed racism from all sides first hand. I’ve seen violence between all races and within all races. I’ve lived along cultural divides that separate whole cities and have seen…

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How Cool Was That?

I was fortunate that I didn’t have surgery much when I was a child. I did have one operation though to have my adenoids taken out… or “removed,” whichever is grammatically accurate. I’ll never forget that operation even though it happened when I was a child. I couldn’t tell you what the doctor looked like,…

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A person can think about a lot while trapped with their thoughts at 40,000 feet. An airplane becomes a thought tomb and our bodies squirm for freedom from our metallic coffin. Fortunately for me I don’t remember my journey to America. I imagine I was very confused, scared, and exhausted by the time I arrived…