I am not really feeling this. I'm not sure why? The pelt is quite nice. ...Insert cunt-y remarks referring to Manliest-man title, what's attractive to Britons and more general bitterness. Finish feeling fairly empty, but surprisingly turned-on for having already asserted I'm not really feeling it.
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Also, Rod thoughtfully sent me Fleshbot's complete run-down (NSFW!) on Fadi Fawaz (George Michael's new...er...paramour, and my summer-before-last's obsession.) after I had filled his ear with stories of chasing Fadi around Madrid a few Orgullo's ago.
Short and sweet synopsis in case you haven't read about it weeks ago already: There's a video. Fadi has done porn. Screen-caps are helpfully provided below.
Apparently, poor Fadi is not the most well-liked of chaps in London...or at least he wasn't back then, back there in Madrid according to nearly every British man we encountered and interviewed while stalking on our quest to learn more about the elusive Fadi. I've a feeling this whole thing with George isn't helping his case a whole lot. Then again, I didn't really get the impression he was hard up for friends?
What I do know is that he was not interested in anything I had to offer. There's no way he could have misunderstood my intense glower at him EVERY. TIME. WE. CROSSED. PATHS. He quite clearly wasn't having it.
Thus, I did the only reasonable thing I could do: I set my sister Tai Chi on the hunt for any and all internet dregs relating to Mr. Fawaz and she - being even more proficient than I am at uncovering nudes of pretty much anyone (male) - quickly forwarded the scene in question above my way, upon the receipt of which I fairly quickly lost all interest in Mr. Fawaz.
Video via The Advocate.
