Some gay artist’s today are such cowards. They’ll paint, sketch, do sculptures, photograph, film, even make holograms of any number of hairy, muscled, big cocked men, but are terrified of boys, and youths. It’s as if the youngster’s were made of plutonium or kryptonite. What was once a common subject for any serious artist has become the forbidden object that none may even acknowledge exists. Boys. There I said it,…BOYS!!!!!!! I was just knocking around the gay art, and comix book sites. Well the one thing they “ALL!” have in common is that apparently there are no males under 23 on any the of world’s they make up.
That’s another thing that piss’s me the hell off! Gays have a habit of identifying them between 23, and 30 as “Boys”. ‘The Fuck????!!!! You see this mental derangement at all the gay porn sites. So my dad was a “boy”, as were my uncles, and teachers when I was a kid. Sure they were,..Right.
Well okay, some very few art guys do celebrate boyhood. Like “Otto”. Yeah, him and Peter Colstee. That’s his stuff above. Colstee seems to sometimes admit that there ‘may’ be a few teenagers about. Just a few mind you. However mainstream gay artist’s would rather marry Vice President Cheney, and let him fuck them in the ass with his evil spiked schlong on the White House lawn during the annual Easter Egg Hunt. They’d rather Cheney’s thrusting six foot long demonic cock being jammed up their cowardly butt’s, and poking out of their boring mouths than paint a happy nude or semi-nude 14 year old boy. Humm, maybe if the kid put on a false beard, and glued fur to his chest them satanically reamed so-called “gay” artists might change their minds. No offense to my “Bear” pals out there, but ya see’s my point here. Sure bears is cute, and sexy even I can see that. Hey I ‘am’ Queer ya know, but a boy is a “Boy!” Dammit I want’s to see thousands of swell painting’s of our heart’s desire slapped up on gallery walls from here to the Ross Ice Sheet! ‘Can’t you just see it. Delicate boyish beauty shining down from all them art gallery walls. There they’ll be cheek by cheek with them hairy hunks,…as the G-ddess intended. Wonderful, we’d be in a world of beauty, and horny delights. It would make middle school class trips to the museum finally worthwhile. At last coffee table books ‘I’d’ actually open, and look through.
‘Thing that really piss’s me off though is that these cowardly mooks actually ‘do’ boy art! They hide it away though. Not only that, but when these fags bites the dust their families burns the whole shebang in the back yard. That’s the main reason we hardly have any tangible artifacts from Queer Boylove history. The fuckers burn it all. Every bit they can get their evil hands on. This goes for them so-called gay libraries. Most won’t take Boylover materials, and the few that do can’t be trusted not to destroy it. This btw is why I’ll never leave my stuff to these shits. I can see it now. I finally drops dead, probably after my 20th box of pies, and cream puff’s,…love them pasteries! Anyway I keels over in a lemon meringue coma, and all my Inkplum Angels, and faeries ends up in the hands of some pissed off reactionary lesbian librarians that was fucked in the ass by their father’s when they were 5, and think ‘I’m’ the same sort of creep.
What do you think my “comrad sisters” will do with my swell stuff.
“…got a match?”
Yeah you’re starting to get the picture. To sum up,…fuck them ‘all’ to hell!
Thank you, and Goodnight!
‘Watch ya back’s comrads, and put sugar in their gas tanks.
Hey! I’m Severin, 14 years old and from Kaufbeuren, a little village near Augsburg [Bavaria, Germany].
Well I’d like to try telling you about my coming-out, that’s not easy for me at all.
It’s been about 3 years ago, I wasn’t just yet 12 and have had two “kindergarten girlfriends” so far.
After them a long and eventfully time began…
My mother and my father were both at the hospital, one after the other, and fought for their future.
I’ve been thinking a lot and got to know me. When a friend invited me to a barbecue, everything started off. It was Roman who was there too. We spend the whole evening together and hat a lot of fun. For the following days I couldn’t think about anything but himand met him in school a lot. I really had a crush on him. I came out due to this to my best friend and some classmates, what went really well and encouraged me.
Some weeks later I registered in a gay chat and got to know a cute guy I chatted a long time with. He finally succeeded to conquer my heart that belonged to Roman till then. After out first date I was certain and wanted nothing to stand between us and our relation. That’s why I started coming out “completly”. I came out to my family at my 12th birthday at the beginning of summerholidays. At that time nobody took me and that for real, I’ve been the small, thin boy for them.
I tried again during our vacation in Austria and this time they listened! Still in the summer holidays my parents invited my recently gained friend who I wasn’t able to see until then. My parents got to know him and immediatly took him in their hearts. On the last weekend before school started over I visited him in Regensburg to see his home. Back in school I started totally different, was open about my homosexuality and didn’t get any negative reactions! So I was finally completly “out” and head over heels in love with my boyfriend – which whom I’m still together…
Translation by Jay. The original text (German) with more photos can be found here. Thanks for the link Kollio :)
Yeah, we made it! You have donated enough money to keep milkboys alive for the next year!
Thanks a lot!