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HaydenJames

 

Status: Build: slim
Currently: singleEyes: green
Height: 5ft. 9 in.Ethnicity: White
Hair: brownHIV: negative
Sexually: a top Body art: piercings (ears), tattoos
Looking for: friends, email/chat, a date, hookup/sex, not looking, ask me

Age: between 18 and 35
His build: slim, average, athletic
Sexually: bottom, versatile
Looking for: friends, email/chat, hookup/sex, a date, not looking
Porn Star Hayden James
My name is Hayden. I am 26 years old and just out of a long 4 year relationship with the one I loved. He cheated on me too many times for me to forgive him anymore. I am here for friends and fun. If that right guy may happen to come along then we can take it from there. I am an open book if you would like to know anything about me just ask. Please we all have an asshole so I'd prefer not to deal with ASSHOLES! Don't waste my time and I wont waste yours. Much love. H-

makeshift looking glass: written 8-17-08

Gazing through the makeshift looking glass- a Roseate Spoonbill. This tainted creature causes a spontaneous trance. Fixating on things taken for granted. Love. Friends. Family. Florida Sunshine.

In rememberance of simple times. An easily more care-free time. A hint of aggravation gnaws at the edge of what's left of patience. Gradually the aggravation flows away like the tide. Laughter ensues as the tide of aggravation drifts back to patience's shore.

Imitation butterflies swarming inside, pleading to be released. The complexities of life, love & relationships unknown are vast and unkind. The future-selfish. Unwilling to extend any information.

Hurting seems a more fathomable emotion, easily dealt with. Happiness only causing a more perplexed emotional rollercoaster. The reverberation of techno music causes a flooding sense of euphoria from a former version of one's self. by- Steven Foley

emotional rubble: written 6-5-08

In a world of portentous, it seems as if mine are minimalistic. My alternatives seem immeasurable and infinite. In retrospect they are not. The idyllic fact of so many causes a lack of atmosphere. My walls are crumbling over me. A slow motioned tidal wave of emotional rumble. In attempts of unearthing myself, my mind has gone numb. My body succumbing to the weight brought down around me. Reaching, as if to touch the sky above, my hands thrust upward in a fit of rage. Hairs on my arms stand on end, frozen by chilling fear. Seeking answers too far to grasp. I have exhausted my resources. My sovereignty has been drained. -by: Steven Foley

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