I posted here a while back about the emotional difficulties I was having being in love with my best friend and being to afraid to tell him. I eventualy told him and cornicled the developments on here but few were interested. The members of this site seem more interested in discussing the finer points of the proper handeling of huge dicks than anything of real substance. Well it has been months sence I posted a rather optomistic perspective on the future developments of my situation. I now wish to relate the perspective I have gained on the situation after five months of dealing foucused through the lens of alchohol and 2 am. He is two weak. Most are to weak. We as a society are to weak. We have traided the strenght of worriors for the feminen gratification of market capitalism. We pretend that we are strong when we are terifyed. We connect with eachother throguh the expoloited bodies of women because we hare not confident enough to love each other. The time of free men is long dead and passed. I do not know how I will make my way in a world filled with such weakness and insecurity. The trap is perfect. We are our own jailers. I have no idea how to save us form our selves.