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suave
You Are The Suave Gay Man


What Type Of Gay Man Are You?
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The Goddess Nature: The original mother-goddess,
represented by the color green and the element
earth. Nature is all about love, kindness, and
baking. She is all things domestic. Often has
to be the peacemaker in any dispute between her
Sisters.


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mijbril
Mar. 16th, 2003 03:41 pm (UTC)
pretty boy
You Are The Pretty Boy


What Type Of Gay Man Are You?
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I think I'd have rather been yours with the nice 6 pack


The Goddess Chaos: Wild, uncontrolled,
unpredictable, crazed, represented by the color
red and the element fire. Her only constant is
that she's never constant. Prone to losing her
considerable temple, but her attention span is
so short that she rarely actually remembers to
punish anyone. A complete hedonist.


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But this is better.
halloranelder
Mar. 17th, 2003 02:52 am (UTC)
I'd rather have mine with the nice 6-pack!

But the second one definitely sounds about right.
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Desert Rose

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of fire
Those dreams are tied to a horse that will never tire
And in the flames
Her shadows play in the shape of a man's desire

This desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

And as she turns
This way she moves in the logic of all my dreams
This fire burns
I realize that nothing's as it seems

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

I dream of rain
I lift my gaze to empty skies above
I close my eyes
This rare perfume is the sweet intoxication of her love

I dream of rain
I dream of gardens in the desert sand
I wake in vain
I dream of love as time runs through my hand

Sweet desert rose
Each of her veils, a secret promise
This desert flower
No sweet perfume ever tortured me more than this

Sweet desert rose
This memory of Eden haunts us all
This desert flower
This rare perfume, is the sweet intoxication of the fall

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