LGBT for Obama

I'm supporting Obama because I'm tired of living in a world of fear that transcends my sexuality. If we can't have basic respect for each other in our community, how can we build a world of loving respect around the world? I have hope that Obama will bring about the change I can believe in.

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Starting the Day

        Just moments before I step on the train, I’m greeted by a man. He’s there every morning, wearing shorts and a polo shirt. This morning, he’s not shaved yet, and a heavy, masculine silver watch makes his bicep bulge, enhanced by his sleeve band.
        To say I’m in love with this man is an overstatement. But as I step on to the train, I look over my shoulder to see if anyone is looking. If anyone spotted me staring.
        His body is worth the risk, to stare at. To oggle and admire from afar. Every morning, he’s holds his shirt up, just a little, as if I’ve caught him putting it on from a twisted mess on the floor. Far from a washboard, it has a bit of heft, covered in a pleasantly thick fur--a belly that just begs to be rubbed. It’s a confident look that makes middle aged hotter than the svelte years that are now behind me.
        His blue eyes are electric and the pearly whites of his smile seem to convey, “Good morning, beautiful.” Hot and bothered, I blush as I walk past the billboard he’s pasted on, the backlighting only accentuating his eye-pleasing features.
        I suppose Joe Commuter has no idea the lust I feel for this bilboard man. I suppose, if Joe Commuter did catch me staring, he might simply think I’m reading this oversized advertisement for Nautica shirts at Macy’s.

Image of my Billboard Man via Nautica.com.