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jeff loagz out here doing sex scenes ‘n’ shit? (um hi, i’m sitting front row)

some time ago,
it must have been last year-ish,
i said jeff logan aka jeff loagz should be in the movies.
he should play a henchman or something.
the tatts and the jawline would make him the perfect on-screen villain.
i felt like he had the look and attitude to play that really well.
so i was minding my business,
which means not really,
and came across this via “az nude“…

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i’m outside and it’s cold

i’m outside and it’s cold.
the wind burns my flesh as it blows against my skin.
even with thick fur covering my body,
it still feels like a knife slicing each part of me.
it hurts.

it’s a feeling that can’t be explained,
but i’ve experienced it time and time again.
as i watch the other animals playing beyond the fence,
the coldness comes from the dim feeling of being uninvited.
i’m on the outside.
my fur isn’t shiny nor do i have connections to other forests that are unknown.
all i ever wanted as to feel wanted.
admired.
respected.
loved.
something.
i’m not like everyone else and i’m not for everyone.
life has made that painfully clear at times.

i don’t follow the herd mentality that the other animals fall victim too.
maybe they aren’t victims?
maybe this is just where they want to be and i’m not allowed.
i’m outside and it’s cold.

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being on the outside,
while you watch others on the inside,
can feel like being in a cold prison cell.
you’re inside while everyone is out there moving freely without you.
it can be a tough lesson in where you stand amongst your peers.
sometimes it’s out of spite; others it’s no fault of their own.
i wrote on the foxhole ig the other day…

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