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I haven’t posted one of these in awhile. Thought it would be fun.

About an hour ago, I got this tweet, sent directly to me, but visible in the public twitter timeline:

To which I replied back:

For those of you who don’t know anything about Twitter: You choose whom you want to follow, but as Robert Scoble is so fond of saying, I am not defined by my followers, but rather whom I follow. Any idiot or spammer or stalker can follow you but you have to make a conscious choice to follow them back.

Normally, one gets a notification that someone has decided to follow you. When I do, I scan the timeline of whomever has followed me, check it to see if this person can add anything interesting to my day and follow or not follow accordingly. I have more followers than I follow, which, if you know me at all, isn’t that surprising.

So anyway, at some point in the past, this guy Phuzzehlogik follows me and I elected not to follow him back. I don’t actually remember specifically, but I know that the cutesy phonetics would have turned me off. So really, why the fuck should I care whether or not he follows me or not? He’s the one who was interested in the first place. Further, I’m a shit-stirrer, too, but it’s always about something. Some idea, that is.

Anyway, here’s what he came back with:

To which I replied that I would report him to Twitter for slander. Unfortunately, only threat of violence moves the twitter TOS machine, unlike Wordpress, which has a policy against accusing someone of a crime. Although, technically, I guess pedophilia is not a crime, unless you count thought-crimes. But, whatever. He’s not much different from some of the trolls that have commented on this blog: Reading my every word, able to quote me chapter and verse, hate my guts but still can’t stop reading. I will never ever understand that behavior. I really don’t have enough time or energy to engage with the stuff I love; why would I want to waste life on something I hate. (This post is a counter-example, I guess. But I am enjoying writing it.)

So, I blocked Phuzzehlogik, which is something you do when you encounter assholes on Twitter. They can’t see your updates anymore and you can’t see theirs. (Unfortunately, it seems not to be working at the moment.) This is the first time I’ve ever blocked anyone. I don’t even usually bother to unfollow anyone, either, unless they get too noisy (too many tweets) or say something especially stupid. I’m usually careful whom I follow in the first place and I really don’t want to micromanage twitter anyway.

Further, as many of you know, my tolerance for stupidity was stretched past all reasonable bounds in the Czech Republic: By the Czechs, by the punters and by the boys. So, I can take a lot of noise and a lot of vapidity. I just can’t take being accused of being a pedophile, which, in ideological shorthand, implies child molester. I mean, this guy has his real name, Sean Melton, attached to his Twitter profile and says something like that in a public forum. Amazing really, how retarded people are sometimes.

He hedged a bit by employing a question mark but how is that any different from the classic, “When did you stop beating your wife?”

Here’s yet another tweet from him; they just keep coming:

I think it’s safe to say, Fuzzy Wuzzy Little Sean, that I “fled” the U.S. to get away from stupid faggots like you.

Like cats. Like dogs. Take your sexiest metaphor.

More ass-licking

Craig, this looks like a twink you’d like? Am I right?

A painted asshole is definitely a new one on me. They wouldn’t let you do that at Escape.

More twink ass-licking

Besides licking, these twinks also do some fucking. Those hairy legs and ass are very nice.

Twink fucks a twink

Anyway, this is a new site. I’ll get a ton o’ cash if you sign up, even for a trial.

Which means I can pay my rent next month!

I’ve been a bit lazy distributing all these frakin’ pix I’ve collected — there’s still almost 2000 of them in my Young Muscle folder! — so I thought I’d, not double, not triple, but quadruple-up on the free galleries today. Plus, I bet yer all sick of scrolling past the Buenos Aires rent-boy story.

As usual, I’ve put some of my fav pix in the interactive gallery here on the blog, but the links to the full downloadable galleries are only available to this blog’s e-mail subscribers.

There are at least 150 pix in each gallery, and almost 6 GB of other free stuff to download from my online storage space.

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Got an e-mail today from a dedicated blog reader, vacationing in Mauritius, apparently. He takes credit for turning me into the foreign police:

Yup it was me !

I gave you up to the Czech cops because I think people like you are a stain on my adopted country with your so called blog.

Yes, your ramblings of seedy bars, drunken blow jobs and brief encounters in the toilets of gay clubs are a pathetic attempt to cover up your own deep anxieties and are sad reading at best.

It is obvious that you are a middle aged prat with little left in your life but pimping and whoring.

You have personally been responsible for corrupting and pimping out boys that have no choice due to their circumstances and you will of course burn in hell for that.

Just to finish, I have sent your blog address to Police and Immigration in Countries around CZ with a warning that you are or may be attempting to cross over borders. Oh, by the way, I also sent a quick e mail to the American Embassy here in Prague in case you need another passport…have fun at the next border crossing ! Look foreward [sic.] to reading about your [truncated.]

Get in line, buddy; you’re the third person to gloat for what they did. Will the real rat please step forward?

Actually, I don’t care.

But here’s his e-mail address. He’s probably lonely. Be his penpal, why don’t you?

From a San Francisco Boy Toy:

In reading your blog, you seem to be a 50-something lowlife
who is stuck in the mire of alcohol, drugs and being a drain on
society. Can\’t pity those who do nothing to help themselves and prey
on others, while denying their loss of youth & grasp of reality. You
should go back to the USA & commit yourself for the psychological help
you so desperately need.

I love armchair psychologists. He and Bryan should start a FriendFeed room, analyzing the life and motives of people they don’t even know. What fun!

And I’m 46 by the way.

At least he gave a name, and his e-mail address, unlike most of the cockroaches who scurry away from the light. Anyone like to have it?