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i am: sexwithgod

a wormfood soul - or something



I AM : different

5/21/2006

i like my pants! - 05/21/06


i like my pants! err, waders! - leather oaks.com. they keep me from getting wet or chaffing.... this is quite possibly THE funniest web site ever IMHO! :P

my rubber waders lie over the ocean... my waders lie over the sea...



Leather Oaks -- the Web Site
Being a Study in Rubber Organization and Supporting Delights

Hi! My name's Harold, the humble host of Leather Oaks, which is both my home and my lifestyle. I'm not sure how many decades ago I discovered the pleasures and comfort of wearing leather, but I can say heartily that the feelings only grow!

I live on the Mississippi Gulf Coast, which is blessed with a climate that few believe is compatible with year round leathers, much less heavy rubber! But, my friend, all it takes is a little bit of attitude adjustment, and sometimes a great deal of sweat! In the following pages, you'll get to explore many of my avenues of interests and enthusiasms. I hope you enjoy your visit!


my personal favorite is Red Rubber '98, go Harold, its yer birthday! -swg


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for years i was 'unplugged'. no tv no internet no car no connections no mind. now i am in a place better than any i have known before - yet still feel ideologically outcast among my own friends and peers; it has always been the same. my teeth rot and no one agrees with me, not even the damn communists. my internal dialogue is non-stop and confusing. you think i talk too much when i just think too much and spit out the undigested lumps into our trivial dialogues. i think once i had an edge, but lost it somewhere, now i search for new intensity, or creative outlets at least. i do not want to grow up because when you grow up your heart shrivels. levity. the days fly by, projects go unfinished. hope is dead, a dead man's gamble, i have to stop wasting time! will humans ever stop killing? darkness. rain. good. god? i want more. too much. they teach us inaccountability and escapism, yet... this nothing is fake. i am learning, i am creating things. i am on myspace now, same username.

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