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Beyonce Holes: DRIVING ME WILD
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Author Adam Lowe, AKA Beyonce Holes. Thursday, 3 February 2011. Gay men are kinky gits. It’s hardly breaking news. A few weeks ago a guy asked me to wear my trainers again and give him a good trampling. The offer didn’t really appeal, until the guy asked me to drive over his hands. Hang on! I thought. Did he really want me to drive over his hands? Stop laughing at the back! I decided to get behind the wheel. 8216;What would you do if you actually broke a bone or something? Then again, maybe not. Novelist...
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Beyonce Holes: September 2010
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Author Adam Lowe, AKA Beyonce Holes. Sunday, 26 September 2010. WALES OF A TIME. You guide me round Bangor, opening the city up like ripe fruit, and I'm lost in the Wordsworthiness of it all. Spreading blue skies, clear as hotel pool waters, pour down wide-yawning sunshine, and I am speechless. When the time comes to leave, you take me to the train station and tell me to sit on the Western side of the train so I can see the sun setting over the sea. I smile. We might've worked, even if just for a...Best ...
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Beyonce Holes: August 2010
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Author Adam Lowe, AKA Beyonce Holes. Sunday, 29 August 2010. I'LL JUST GO BACK TO TALKING ABOUT COCKS, SHALL I? Anyone who follows me on Facebook will know I'm something of a prolific user. And that's putting it lightly. Links, thoughts, musings and rants pout forth perhaps not as quick as water, but maybe as steadily as treacle from a spoon. And now I've had to promise myself of a return to more frivolous statuses. It's all going to be: 'Wow! What a big cock he had! There Was that shallow enough for you?
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MiGMan ARt: Gallery link
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Sunday, November 30, 2008. I'm linking this old site here. Please feel free to take a look at my work here. Http:/ migart.blogspot.com/. BACK TO THE SLAB! Writer, artist and stone carver. Author of The Wolf Stepped Out (Doghorn Publishing). View my complete profile.
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MiGMan ARt: November 2008
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Sunday, November 30, 2008. I'm linking this old site here. Please feel free to take a look at my work here. Http:/ migart.blogspot.com/. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). BACK TO THE SLAB! Writer, artist and stone carver. Author of The Wolf Stepped Out (Doghorn Publishing). View my complete profile.
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Beyonce Holes: October 2010
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Author Adam Lowe, AKA Beyonce Holes. Sunday, 31 October 2010. Originally published in Dec 2009 issue of Bent: http:/ mag.bent.com]. Exchanges with in dry-iced nightclubs. And the length of friendship is hardly an indicator either. Some people you barely know can become your biggest confidantes, whilst those you've known for years end up running away from you in their underwear, in the rain, swearing to never set foot through your door again. Living alone has its problems too. You can be lonely, insul...
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Beyonce Holes: REAR OF THE YEAR
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Author Adam Lowe, AKA Beyonce Holes. Thursday, 10 March 2011. REAR OF THE YEAR. So he seemed quite clever. I knew from his pictures he'd be arrogant, and dare I say snobby. But I was up for that. I like a bit of a fight. In all fairness I wasn't initially attracted to him, looks-wise. His pictures didn't do him justice, I guess. It was the banter I was interested in. There seemed to be a lot of that and I'm a person who likes to be kept amused. But then something changed. Maybe it was my honesty....Okay ...
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Beyonce Holes: THE WAITING GAME
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Author Adam Lowe, AKA Beyonce Holes. Thursday, 24 February 2011. I hate waiting for boys to text back. If ever there were a way to drive me to the very depths of despair and then to the heights of insanity, it would be this. I try everything to divert my mind from the obvious—he's not going to text back, or if he does it's to give bad news. I nibble on something every hour, feeling my insides growling empty. Today the flame is in London, burning quietly and too far away to get me hot. The old friend ...