Someone delete the super huge thread about the super huge dating thread?

[33y/ofemalefriend]

..........?

[Tom'sLoveSlave]

Well with yo stinky ass here no wonder he deleted the thread.

[Hot4Tom!]

I've moved on, and am now hot for Tom Selleck.

[33y/ofemalefriend]

Bring it, you skank- I'ma kick you in the grill, but not before I read another engrossing chapter of Tom's new book- Cheap Thrills on the MetroNorth.

OMG, my favorite chapter! Cheap Thrills on Metro North was amazing! It strikes a match on your eyelid and, before using it to set the cuffs of your pants on fire, asks you to consider the color of the flame. Now that is what I call great literature. *sigh*

[Hot4Tom!]

OMG, my favorite chapter! Cheap Thrills on Metro North was amazing! It strikes a match on your eyelid and, before using it to set the cuffs of your pants on fire, asks you to consider the color of the flame. Now that is what I call great literature. *sigh*

Totally! It's to the point where I can't even read Tom's stuff on the train anymore, because people are constantly asking me what is causing my steady weeping and incessant flatulence. To read Tom is to understand, fools. Only once you have felt his velvet caresses and dipped a toe into his majestic fountain of words can you be born anew in his literary glory. Also, he has a giant dick.

[33y/ofemalefriend]

To read Tom is to understand, fools. Only once you have felt his velvet caresses and dipped a toe into his majestic fountain of words can you be born anew in his literary glory.

Fascinating point, Hot4Tom, yet I must be somewhat discordant. Personally, I feel that Tom stands alone among poets of our age in his enacting of interventions into the capitulations we each one posit as our response to the modern dating world.

[Tom'sLoveSlave]

You're both making me incredibly hot, we should talk about Tom's book over coffee.

At my place.

[Tippster]

...so you all get along now? Is Tom in for some hot group lovin'?

[Hot4Tom!]

Personally, I feel that Tom stands alone among poets of our age in his enacting of interventions into the capitulations we each one posit as our response to the modern dating world.

Hmm, provocative. So what you're saying is, the arc of Tom's oeuve- from 1998's She Wants It In The Butt to last week's I Can't Believe She Rimmed Me- does not represent his forays into the murky realm of interpersonal relationships vis-a-vis the actual Self, whether inspired by Eros or Thanatos; but rather is intended to portray a universal I-Thou tension as is found in the bildungsroman of such authors as that two-bit hack Tucker Max?

Oops, I just peed a little bit. Excuse me.

edit: It wasn't pee, it was semen. Sorry for the confusion.

[Tippster]

Tom's semen?

[33y/ofemalefriend]

...so you all get along now? Is Tom in for some hot group lovin'?

Tippster, if you had read Tom's sophmoric piece, A Handful of Heaven: Turgid Times in the Madison Square Garden Bathroom, you would know Tom is ALWAYS down for a group tryst.

[Hot4Tom!]

Tom's semen?

Is there any other kind?

[Free Range Lobster]

I'm here to post in this legendary thread.

And to add:

[33y/ofemalefriend]

Hmm, provocative. So what you're saying is, the arc of Tom's oeuve- from 1998's She Wants It In The Butt to last week's I Can't Believe She Rimmed Me- does not represent his forays into the murky realm of interpersonal relationships vis-a-vis the actual Self, whether inspired by Eros or Thanatos; but rather is intended to portray a universal I-Thou tension as is found in the bildungsroman of such authors as that two-bit hack Tucker Max?

Positively.

I agree with your thoughts on She Rimmed Me. It was a torrid piece, filled with heaving bosoms and a juicy lesbian sub-plot! When I read it, an angelic glow spread north of my belly, and a single teardrop trickled down my face and merged with my gentle offerings from the heavens.

Yet, I move that the aura of the purity of She wants it in the buttconceptually activate the facture and transitional quality of his previous work. I mean, shouldn't a brawny, brooding man such as Tom be able to ride the M11 bus through the fresh-smelling air of Manhattan and think ruefully back to his tender childhood that seems to him now to exist in another world entirely—without having to constantly look over his perfectly sculpted shoulders and fight off ravenous cum-sluts?