I have no money, no resources, no hopes. I am the happiest man alive.
I have a self-proclaimed weakness for fame and ambition. I possess exhibitionist tendencies, love to sing Thom, Buckley, Martin and Mayer to myself along the tune of my pathetic $200 Fina acoustic. My favourite subjects are closely intertwined with Le Femme Fatale, legs and classic facial expressions (if I come by lucky). I am the feeble literary author, whose pen is guided by Williams, Capote and many other Southern gay authors.I am outwardly the trippin' swinging bachelor, inwardly yearning, almost thirsting for a partner. I have no shame, no etiquette, no manners when I need to shoot what I need to shoot.
Hello stranger. My name's Ivan.
What's yours?
I have a self-proclaimed weakness for fame and ambition. I possess exhibitionist tendencies, love to sing Thom, Buckley, Martin and Mayer to myself along the tune of my pathetic $200 Fina acoustic. My favourite subjects are closely intertwined with Le Femme Fatale, legs and classic facial expressions (if I come by lucky). I am the feeble literary author, whose pen is guided by Williams, Capote and many other Southern gay authors.
Hello stranger. My name's Ivan.
What's yours?
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