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another day around the ranch with the boys [sigh] my imagination runs rampant with all this male muscularity and magnficence! the featured fella for today is Kris Lord, who, oddly enough would never get ordered by me out of the boyfriend book based on text alone. however he has given a great deal of fun to a great number of fundaments, and I have video proof. smatter of fact, I think I will go hunting him and Danny Summers relaxing by the pool 🤩 a reminder that I need assistance in locating more clubmembers if we are to continue our growth, and thanks be to those who have awarded Likes and Stiffies! https://www.adonismale.com/gallery/album/24538-long-howie/ https://www.adonismale.com/gallery/album/24543-long-richard/ https://www.adonismale.com/gallery/album/24546-lopes-juliano/ https://www.adonismale.com/gallery/album/24551-lorca-anthony/ https://www.adonismale.com/gallery/album/24558-lord-kris/ ++++++++++++++++++++ https://www.adonismale.com/files/file/21548-lord-kris/ Colt

Today is Whitsunday. For me it was never anything special, except that Whitmonday is a holiday in Germany. Now it has got another meaning for me. There is a very simple reason for this. We live on one of the 74 Whitsunday Islands. Whitsunday Island itself is the largest island and the centre of the Whitsunday Island Group. Since this island is very close, it is only a few minutes with our flybridge cruiser to get there. I love to have a walk on one of the Island's trails. My favourite is the Whitsunday Peak walk. The trail is 2.2 km one-way. Now, if you think this is a piece of cake, you are sorely mistaken. (I'll talk about a cake later.) This track is steep and physically demanding. Much of the track is rough and rocky. But the views of the Whitsundays from the island's highest peak at 407 m above sea level are sensational. As Whitsunday is not only the name of the island, but a special Sunday, baking is the order of the day. When Joel was amazed that @malelover got a cake named after him, I thought, what cake could be named after @JoelR . I just need to look at JoelR's profile photo and I am aware Joel is an athletic beefcake. The combination of beef and cake is an Aussie Pie for sure. I haven't tried to bake an Aussie pie yet, because Pat's pies - a shortcrust pastry base, topped with a puff pastry lid and filled with a stew of minced beef, onions, and mushrooms - are just too delicious. Back to a cake for @JoelR . It was important to me that the ingredients are available without having to travel around the world. I remembered a cake that I was able to bake quickly in the morning and serve it a few hours later. Something you need when you get a visit at short notice. I always have the ingredients for this cake in my house - in Germany. I was thinking that I have all the ingredients here in the pantry, but I realized that I do not have enough cream. The first thought was of course to ask our blokes if I may milk them ... However, I need 600 grams ... Cream is composed of the higher-fat layer skimmed from the top of milk. When I whip the cream for too long, I get butter (and buttermilk). So I thought, why not simply increase the fat percentage of the milk with butter. So I took 400 g of milk and 200 g of butter, put them in a pot and heated them until the butter had melted. I then put it in the blender and mixed it at high speed until I had a homogeneous, high-fat milk - cream. It is quite a good alternative for the cream and good enough to cook the pudding. Back to the actual subject again. Apart from easily available ingredients, a cake named after Joel should be sweet, fruity and juicy. Let's bake. For the cake base: 230 g flour 150 g sugar 100 g butter (cold) 18 g baking powder 1 egg 1 pinch salt 500 g Canned Apricot Halves (net weight) For the pudding: 600 g cream 30 g sugar 50 g cornstarch 1 egg yolk 1 vanilla pod Preparation: Preheat the oven to 180 °C. Add the flour, sugar, salt, egg and the lightly cut butter in a bowl. Knead everything quickly by hand into a pastry. As it is a kind of short pastry, please only knead until the dough just sticks together. Place the dough in a round, greased baking pan (diameter 28 cm) and spread it evenly by hand. Side note: Shortcrust pastry normally needs to chill. That's not necessary with this one. Bake it for 10 minutes at 180 °C top/bottom heat. Take the pre-baked base out of the oven and cover it with the apricot halves. Mix the cornstarch, sugar, egg yolk with some of the cream until smooth. Add the remaining cream, vanilla pulp to a saucepan, mix and bring to a boil. Add the cornstarch mixture and stir until the pudding thickens. Spread the pudding evenly over the cake. Bake it for 45 minutes at 180 °C. I love to give JoelR err the cake extra bottom heat in the final 5-10 minutes. This caramelises the base slightly and makes it a little crispy. You can also sprinkle some sugar on the surface of the hot cake. Let the cake cool down and serve with whipped cream. Now it's up to @JoelR to decide if the cake merits his name. The cake is sweet, fruity, juicy, but also masculine, as the bottom is crispy and the pudding is firm like a muscular guy.

just got news that our library has re-opened with some limitations, so I will be visiting tomorrow. other than that, no looting nor burning. I would have liked to loot the Cheesecake Factory, but it went out of business, so I guess I will still be on my diet. new newyear's resolution, I am going to exercise sheltering at home, starting quite soon, just trying to get a little muscle tone I realize I will never look like the boyz/menn I share with you; I would like to at least appear dignified. an awful indecision for my feature - should it be Sonny Lord with his inordinately cute blonde boyishness or Byron Lorentz with his his butch blonde butt waving at me?

is acquainted with a lovely african-american lady she works as an accountant at a major accounting firm. the best way to present this is to allow her to speak. the son's name, the police chief name and "community" is used by to protect identities and location There's no simple way to explain this situation, but I will be as concise as possible. For the second time this week, REDACT NAME was questioned by the police...for walking around our neighborhood. The first time, THREE police cars stopped and questioned my son because "someone had alerted them that a suspicious male was walking in the neighborhood." After confirming his address, the officers allowed REDACT NAME to go home. REDACT NAME asked me not to take any action at that time. This afternoon, REDACT NAME was questioned AGAIN. The officers said that they had received two phone calls from people who were "extremely agitated about him walking through the neighborhood." When REDACT NAME arrived home, he broke down. My stoic, reserved son sobbed onto my shoulder because he didn't feel he'd done anything wrong and, short of staying indoors, doesn't know how to avoid further harassment. I have contemplated knocking on all of my neighbors' door or leaving letters in their mailboxes asking them to refrain from calling the police on my son as this could, literally, cost him his life. To be perfectly honest, I don't know what to do. Later an update: On 5/18, a male called and reported he’d seen a suspicious male walking near a church (this church is next door to our house). REDACT NAME said he remembered an older man watching him while he walked. On 5/25, a woman called and complain a suspicious male had walked past her. Both of these instances resulted in REDACT NAME being questioned by multiple officers in multiple vehicles and, immediately, allowed to go home. Chief REDACT NAME iterated the officers followed up each incident by informing the respective complainants REDACT NAME lives in the neighborhood and isn’t a threat. I spent an hour listening to platitudes about how the high standards to which XXXXXXXXX Police Officers are held. I left the meeting with loosely framed assurances regarding potential future incidents (discussions with shift supervisors, better screening of emergency calls), as well as the pictured items to pass along to REDACT NAME. I shared the morning’s developments with REDACT NAME. He shared some of his coping mechanisms for engaging white people. He said he’d trained himself to NEVER show any anger. He also said he always averts his eyes/intentionally avoids making eye contact because he feels they are afraid of him. He said he’d employed this strategy during both encounters, and feels he failed to allay their fears. He said he wishes he could speak to the people who’d called the police because he would like to ask why they’re afraid. REDACT NAME appreciates all the support our "community" has offered. You all give him hope because you see HIM. question: why does he have to have any coping mechanisms? there is nothing wrong with him. he is bright - honest - doesn't do anything that would get anyone in any kind of trouble he simply is a nice kid it is THIS kind of endless inequity that has gone on for over 400 years 400 years of violent assaults and endless harrassment that always seems to almost explode but does not quite happen every time another african-american - who is unarmed - is killed the video of George Floyd is - by any definition a snuff film no mater what angel you look at it - the murderer (do not call that a police officer) - the video shows a murder the knee on the neck is an illegal move it goes on for almost 9 minutes you can hear the officer order "get up and get in the car" yet we saw - in another video - mr floyd already in handcuffs - not resisting - walking to the car if your knee is on the neck - making certain the person can not breath - how are they to get up and go to the car? was this part of a ploy to get mr floyd to attempt to comply to get up so the police could say "see! see! he is resisting arrest!" what we saw is a murder it was not a crime of passion was mr floyd in possession of a counterfeit bill? could be guess what! THAT is not a violent offenae it sometimes does happen and nobody is arrested it is not a crime that gets you the death penalty if you are white What happens to a dream deferred? Does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? Or fester like a sore— And then run? Does it stink like rotten meat? Or crust and sugar over— like a syrupy sweet? Maybe it just sags like a heavy load. Or does it explode? - Harlem by Langston Hughes