And then tell him how much I love him.

I never liked sports very much and yesterday after watching this fantastic trailer for Sydney Gay Olympic 2002 (downloadable version), I tried to figure out why? Back when I was a teen boy, I used to buy sport magazines and watch sport shows (specially wrestling and gymnastic) to saw beautiful guys. But despite efforts of my family I never became an athlete and even in school, sport is the only class that I afraid of it. Actually I remember most of the times I used my high scores in all other classes as an excuse to not participate in sport classes or find a physiologic, pathologic, psychologic or any other kind of excuse to tell our teacher that I MUST STAY IN CLASSROOM AND REALLY CAN'T COME TO GYM. For most of the kids sport classes were their best times, but for me they were nightmares. I, like other gay guys who understand beauty of male body, like to be beautiful and fit (Unfortunately working so much behind computer is worst thing for fitness). But I think one of the reasons that I afraid of going to gym or pool is my own gazes! I think people can read each other’s mind and emotions in their eye contacts. Many times even before speaking with him, I knew a gay guy as soon as our eyes met. Maybe I am weak, but I can't hold my eyes from that great bodies! Wrestling is somehow our national sport, and many times I wonder what if gay wrestlers can express their emotions to each other? What if we can have a gay wrestling club in Iran?





... And every time that I find someone that can see some aspects of myself in him; I just forget the time and place. Its like stories that you put yourself in place of the hero and live his life. Last night I read fantastic weblog of a Pakistani gay guy for almost entire night. Venial Sin writes really great. Also thank you for thinking Persian boys have perky butts!

... And website of The Root is updated. It seems a very promising game.