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Muslim Parents Come Together to Remove Gay Pre-School Teacher

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A band of Muslim parents have come together to try and remove a gay teacher from the school that their children go to according to the German press.  Strangely enough there isn’t that much outrage over that when their should be.  These parents fear the teacher will resort to pedophilia.    This isn’t anything new as it has been widely known that there is endless discrimination against gays by those predominately in Muslim countries where they kill anyone they suspect to be gay.   While not all faiths are anti-gay, there are anti-gay people in all groups that exist, just as there is racism and other forms of prejudice and discrimination.  Of course, in spiritual truth, all of human kind is loved by Heaven regardless of what some faiths tend to preach or believe.  In the meantime, these parents have removed their children from the school until the gay teacher is removed.  A petition is currently flying around them.

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Excerpt chapter sample taken from the book, “Jagger’s Revolution” with permission.  This is based on true events.

Las Vegas is beautiful desert nights, warm winds, Steve Miller band blaring out of the speakers and cold beer.  Sin City was the beginning of Jagger’s lifelong friendship with Sage.  His connection with Sage bloomed with basic common interests along with their similar temperaments.  They were both born in the same year and are into the same things.  Classic rock, the beach and the Vegas desert baby!

Sage is one of those super hot guys that will walk into a room with pompous arrogance and everyone including him knows he’s the shit.  Women love him.  Men love him.  He’s not like Slade exactly, although there are certain physical similarities.  The black hair, blue eyes and similar build bit.  Slade is into guys, while Sage is into girls.

Sage is a buff guy, a genuine jock who loves his football Jersey’s.  He even plays the game once in awhile.  He’s the kind of guy who puts up cardboard cutout stands of his favorite sports players around his apartment.  He loves women and has many admirers around him.  He has a flavor every week in fact.  After he initially grew close to Jagger he had an attraction to frequenting the gay clubs and bars.  He would drag Jagger with him who ironically loves the sports bars, because he can chill without being gawked at, judged or bugged.  It has nothing to do with bisexuality or bi-curious or secretly gay or any of the bullshit labels that gossip mongers sit around in circles analyzing to death so they can justify who they are in hopes of gaining comfort from it.  Bisexuality is not all black and white because sexuality is not all black and white.  Sage loves the gay bars and clubs for the energy, the freedom, and the confidence that isn’t hidden away the way it is in the frat clubs.  He has an Italian background and with that often comes a big cock!

Sage was dating Jacey who is one of Jagger’s sisters.  Jacey is a stripper/dancer.  Her dating set up with Sage only lasted a month, but in that time Sage and Jagger became reacquainted.  Jagger had worked with Sage a year before this, but he wasn’t friends with him.  Jagger, Sage and Jacey had no idea they were all connected somehow.

At twenty-four years old, Jagger had spent a year becoming a more intelligent being.  He fixed himself up and loved his complete removal from his drug using relationship days with Reed over a year before.

Jacey had been dating Sage for a week when she called Jagger up.  “Do you know who Sage is?”

“No.”  Jagger said.  He did not remember that a year before he had worked with him.

“Well, he knows you!”  She said.

“I don’t know who that is.”

“We were talking the other day and he said, ‘Wait a minute, do you have a brother named Jagger?’

After her endless description of him, it dawned on him who Sage was.  Jagger remembered the image of this hot looking guy who walked with a cool vibe to his step.  He thought it bordered pretentious and obnoxious.  Sage worked all the girls who swooned and competed for him.  He was always hooking up with some girl at a party.

Jagger was turned off.  “Oh okay.  I remember him now.  You know what, let me tell you something about Sage, he’s so smooth that you guys will be finished before you start.  He’s with a different girl every other week.”

A few days passed and Jacey called Jagger up again. “Sage wants you to come over for dinner.”

Jagger sighed irritated and having no interest in seeing or talking to Sage.  “No thanks.”

“Come on it’ll be fun.  Becky is coming too.  You like her.   We can throw a little party together.”

“Look, I’m not interested.”

“He wants to see you.”  Jacey attempted again.

“Oh brother.  What for?”

“Don’t be a jerk.”  Jacey kept pressing until Jagger succumbed to the pressure, “Fine, what time?”

Jagger walked into Jacey’s house to go toe to toe with Sage.  Sage was hotter than before.  He was buff, strong, muscular and quickly turned shy when Jagger appeared.  His eyes dilated over him nervously.  Jagger thought it was a different side of Sage he hadn’t seen before.  He shook his head and thought, ‘Great he knows about my history.  Thanks, Jacey.’

Sage found Jagger secretly beautiful, yet all male.  He was immediately comfortable with him.  They both barely had to put in any effort to connect.  It was a natural back and forth camaraderie.  Much different than how Jagger originally remembered him a year before.

After Jagger and Sage had official get to know you polite chitchat, Becky arrived at the house and the real party began.

Becky is voluptuous, sensual, and sexual.  She and her longtime boyfriend have porn out all over their apartment.  Adult Magazines and DVD’s piled sky high in every corner.  Jagger was Becky’s friend for a bit and when he had enough of her antics he walked away. She conveniently moved into Jacey’s life after that.  Jagger saw it as a lousy attempt to get close to him.  Years passed and both made their peace with it.  Neither of them brings it up.

After Becky arrived, the girls went to smoke on the balcony.  Jagger cranked up his Classic Rock music, which included Fleetwood Mac and the Eagles rotating at a high decibel out of the speakers.

“No fucking way man!  I love this too!”  Sage smiled from ear to ear heading over to Jagger to hi-five him.  Jagger was stunned that he was finding himself warming up to Sage.  He never could have guessed that would happen in a million years.

Sage shouted, “Come on man let’s do some Vodka shots.”  They went into the kitchen and Sage pulled out the bottle and began pouring.

“1-2-3.” They clinked glasses and shot it.

The good buzz seeped in and they did another one before they got unmanageably crazy.  The girls took a break from their cigarettes to run inside to grab shots as well.

Jagger entertained Sage expounding on juicy mini-plots with his stories.  The look in Sage’s eye was one of passion and glimmer.  He sat back on the couch not able to keep his eyes off Jagger who was sitting on the floor near him.  Sage wanted to hear more beautiful words out of his mouth.  He was secretly drawn to him in a deep friendship way and couldn’t help fantasizing about him a bit.  If he weren’t into girls he’d be falling in love with him.  He knew that much.  Why can’t Jagger be a girl?  Sage thought.  He would marry him on the spot.

The buzz overtook Jagger after several hours.  He crawled on the floor in the middle of his story and went to sleep under the coffee table.  Sage was dumbfounded, amused and attracted at the same time.  He couldn’t help himself or his thoughts.

When Jagger woke up the next morning, he was in his sister’s spare room asleep.

Messages abound on his cell phone.

He called his sister back who was out at the strip club rehearsing and hanging out with her dancing gal pals.

“Wanted to make sure you were okay sleepyhead.  Sage was worried and he’s been calling me all morning to check up on you.”

 Jagger scratched his forehead.  Why would Sage give a shit?

“He carried you to the bedroom!”  She said.

“What?  Oh geez.”

“He wants to see you again.  He really likes you.  He was saying, ‘damn, your brother is amazing!  He has so much personality!   I genuinely want to get to know him.’

Jagger wondered why it sounded like they had been on a date.  He mumbled, “I liked him too.”

“Good because he wants to go to Vegas and wants you to come with us.  It’ll be the four of us.  You, me, Sage and Becky.”

“Oh god.   I don’t know.  I don’t think so.”

Jacey urged and pleaded, but Jagger didn’t budge.

Sage asked Jacey for Jagger’s phone number so that he could begin the process of working him. He was determined to do whatever it took to get Jagger to come with them.  He courted Jagger’s own buddies for advice on how to convince him.  One of those friends explained to Sage on how it is.  “Jagger does this.  It can be like running into a wall with him sometimes, but he’ll go.  Just keep pressing him.  Don’t back down and he’ll come around.  He’ll realize your interest is solid and it’ll speak volumes of your character.”

Sage didn’t back down.  He kept on until the night before they were to drive to Vegas.  Jagger pulled up at Sage’s place with his bags without a word.

“YES!  Man!”  Sage laughed excited like a happy kid.  He barged out of his apartment and jumped over the stairwell.  He jogged up to Jagger and gave him a big, tight hug.  Jagger chuckled thrown off by the exuberance, but turned on by it too.

The girls sat in the front seat driving everyone through the desert of California to Vegas.  Jagger and Sage sat in the back seat talking each other up the entire way like two close brothers.  The more Jagger spoke, the more fondness Sage grew for him.

In Las Vegas, Sage taught Jagger how to play blackjack so he could win some serious money.  Jagger became hooked on the game.  This went on all night until about 3:30 in the morning when all four caught up with each other in the busy casino on the downtown strip.  They went outside and passed a strip club which made Jacey excited.  “Let’s check it out!”

All four of them walked into the dark strip club with the music pounding in their chests.  It grew louder as they worked their way in to the place owning it.  The stage lights were focused on a couple of hot looking girls with their tops off.  They spun around on poles in their own occupied territory.  They were sexy beautiful Angelina Jolie voluptuous type girls.  Jagger and Sage both had growing boners watching their bouncing tits in the patron’s faces.

Sage and Jagger sat in their own little booth big enough for two.  Jacey and Becky walked past six empty booths and sat further away from the boys.  A cocktail waitress named Daisy walked up to Jagger and Sage with a couple drinks.  “Hey boys, how would you like one of these girls to take you in the back alone and give you a private lap dance?”

Sage laughed self-consciously becoming snowed under by all the hot sex.  “I don’t know if it’s such a good idea.”  His playful and alluring smile oozed the words I’m going to fuck you good tonight.  “Some people might not like that.  Some people might get mad.”

“I won’t get mad.”  Daisy answered naively, the ringlets in her hair falling clumsily onto her shoulders as she balanced her tray in tact under her hand.

He knew she hadn’t caught on yet.  “No, what I mean is you know how a pendulum swings one way and for others it swings another way?”  His hand made gestures from one side to the other moving his sexy body from right to left.

“Oh yeah!”  She said believing she understood how having sex works.  “We get all kinds of guys in here.  Some with dicks that go this way and others that go that way.”  She trusted it was the curvature and the direction the cock was pointing.  She was proud of how it was all coming to her.

“No, that’s not what I meant either.  What I mean is if one of these girls takes me back there and dances over me half naked…” He signaled with both of his hands towards Jagger.  “My boyfriend here won’t exactly be happy about it and I don’t want to upset him.”

Jagger raised one eyebrow up for a second by what came out of Sage’s mouth.  He quickly agreed and went along with the charade falling right into character.  He leaned towards Sage while nodding up at the woman.  “Yeah, I won’t like that.  Don’t do it Sage.”

“Oh!” she nodded obsessively with her thousand silver bracelets around her wrist shaking and clanking together in a beautiful orchestration.  “I get it.  Hey, you know I totally understand that.  I love it!   I’m from Texas and my cousin who lives there is gay.  He’s one of the greatest guys I know.  He’s one of my best friends.”

Jagger’s amused by her naivety.

“Yeah, so you can understand why it wouldn’t be a good idea.”  Sage paused drawing up a polished smile, “But what we would like to do is this.  Do you see those two girls down there chatting in the dark?”  He pointed to Jacey and Becky in the distance who were watching the girls dancing and comparing notes.  “The girl on the left with the darker hair, her name is Becky and she would love a dance.  I’m going to give you some money here.”  He pulled bills out of his wallet.  “You send her the best dancer you have.”

“You got it!”  Daisy’s fervent spirit shouted out to the eons of energy around them as she worked her huge, red hooker pumps down towards Jacey and Becky.

Sage and Jagger burst out in silent open mouth laughter clasping their hands together in a harmonious hi-five.  They reveled like two naughty sixteen-year-old boys who got away with vandalizing some property.  Sage gripped and held onto Jagger’s hand affectionately for seconds longer than what would’ve been conceived by some as crossing the line.  He swiftly entered into an aura of silent infatuation for Jagger.

They looked on in the girl’s direction with eager intent.  They could see them in the dark at the other end of the club.  Becky looked up at Daisy with concern.  The boys watched Daisy’s animated hands moving about the air as if she was explaining how to put together a model airplane.  Becky let out a loud, colorful laugh and the boys could hear her shout in the distance. “Oh my god!”  She brought both her hands to her mouth delirious.

Daisy placed her hand out to escort Becky to one of the back rooms where it’s darker and more intimate.  It’s also where her stripper/dancer awaited.  It’s the place that only the seedy men go, the political judges, young college jocks, and psycho accountants who lock themselves up in their dark houses.

Jacey walked over to the bar to strike up a conversation with four of the stripper dancers.  Some were waiting patiently for an available dance space on the podium in the center of the club, while others were on break.  It was in the middle of the night and they weren’t that slammed with patrons.

Sage moved out of the booth and gazed over at Jagger with a smile.  “Come on babe.”  He put his hand out cupped towards Jagger insinuating he wanted to hold Jagger’s hand.  It was Sage’s flirting opportunity to dance around what is dangerous to him.  It’s his way of being able to experience what’s it’s like to play intimate with another guy safely, and with one he trusts and can be close to more than any other.  One he is completely comfortable with in opening himself up with in playful experimentation.

Jagger focused on Sage’s hand before grabbing it as they showed each other off by roaming through the dark club to the bar area.  They moved in closer next to each other as they walked.  Sage took Jagger’s hand and glided it up his arm to feel his bicep and their friendship enclosed them in a much more real way.   Sage smiled wide getting an adrenaline rush.  He is a real guy who is not afraid to be brave even if Jagger knows that it would never happen romantically for them.  Jagger is pleased to have met a platonic friend regardless.  They’re role playing and being silly.

Some of the dancers looked over and beamed at the two hot dudes together at the bar.  It was as if they’ve been a strong, close, power couple for years and the relationship only continues to get better.

It seemed as if hours had passed when Becky emerged out of the dark distance.  She pulled up on her tight leather top, black leather mini skirt and black heels.  “Oh my god that was so fucking good!”  She fanned herself with her hand trying to bring her down from orgasm.  “It was absolutely amazing!”

Jacey stood feet away from her laughing with her newfound Vegas stripper posse.

“I’m so wet below.  I need a cigarette.”  She reached into her purse and pulled one out.  “Her name was Candy and she said she could do things with me that she couldn’t do with the guys.  It was fucking amazing!”  She took a drag of her cigarette.  “She was basically dry fucking me.”

Sage laughed and said, “I’m glad you liked it because Carla here…” He gestured to the smiling tall beauty that stood behind the clan.  “She’s going to take you to the back and give you another one.”

“Oh my god!”  Becky lost it being led away by Carla’s hand, “I’m going to kill you guys.”  Becky and Carla disappeared into the dark for additional dry humping.

Later that night at around 5 am…

The foursome stumbled back to the two hotel rooms they had rented in one of the Vegas high rises.  Jagger took the room that was vacant of the two while the girls and Sage went into the other one.

About ten minutes later, the boy couldn’t wait because there was a knock at Jagger’s door.  It was Sage.

Jagger allowed the door to fall open and walked away from it.  Sage followed in with gusto.  “I’m staying here.  Those girls are going to be chatty with each other and it will annoy me.”

“Sure come on in, but there’s only one bed.”  Jagger turned around to face him and motioned towards the huge King size bed pointing at him like a gun.

“That’s okay we can sleep in the same bed.”  Sage was comfortable with his manhood, which pulled Jagger back in suspicion.

They could hear the girls giggling and talking loudly down the hall making their way into Jagger’s room that was still open.  Jacey said, “Hey guys.  Let’s go to the top of the hotel.  There’s a pool up there and we want to go swimming.”

“It’s five in the morning I’m going to sleep.”  Jagger climbed into the bed and under the covers.  “You guys go ahead.”

Sage looked at Jagger and at the girls, then leaped up and jumped onto the bed.  “I’m staying here with Jagger.”

Becky looked at Jacey dumbfounded for a split second wondering if Sage meant more.  She was onto him.  They didn’t need to say anything, because Jagger read it on her face.

Becky thought it was strange that Sage wanted to stay with Jagger instead of with the girl he was dating, Jacey. “Fine, we’ll see you tomorrow.”  She said as they both made their exit.

“It is tomorrow.”  Jagger mumbled.

“Nah, who cares about them?”  Sage jumped up off the bed and walked over to the door latching it shut in everyway imaginable.  He locked Jagger in the room like a wanted prisoner.

Sage walked back into the room and slipped off his jeans, revealing his muscular and toned legs.  He walked into the bathroom leaving the door open.  Jagger could hear the shower turn on while Sage talked about how much fun the strip club was.

The door of the bathroom wasn’t facing Jagger, but he knew it was left open.  He heard Sage climb into the shower and the sound of the water rushing out and running down Sage’s hard naked body.  ‘Fuck.  Why is he doing that?  Why didn’t he shut the door?’  Jagger tried to wipe the image out of his mind, but he wanted to get in there with him.  ‘Sage is fucking hot and it’s a waste that he’s into girls.’

Sage stepped out of the shower, put a towel around his waist, and walked out into the room where Jagger was.  He did that on purpose.  He wanted Jagger to see.  He’s such an exhibitionist and getting a rush from it.  There was nothing needed out in the room.  All he did was come out to open a few of the empty drawers and fumble with the TV remote.  He stood there with the towel around his waist switching the channels that only revealed how to play black jack and get around the Vegas strip.

Sage disappeared out of Jagger’s view back into the bathroom and came out in his black silk boxers.

Oh fuck. 

Oh yum. 

He took quick steps that moved into a run and jumped onto the bed.   He stretched out on his side around Jagger.

“Hey.”  He said in a lowly, flirtatious voice crawling over the bed and climbing underneath the covers.

Jagger scratched his forehead and looked down trying not to look or he’ll be too aroused. “O-Kayyy, yeah, hey.”

Sage brought up a topic of discussion surrounding the whole same-sex attraction thing and how he’s fine with it.  He said that he has never done anything with a guy, but that he’s supportive of it and likes Jagger.  He said his two lines of support and never dwelled on it again.

He’s amazing in Jagger’s eyes, not because he’s hot or because they’re into each other, but because their personalities and interests are similar.  They have the same amount of risk-taking, which is a lot.  And they are both ready to leave the casino or the party at the same time.  They are like super close brothers.

Sage reached over to switch off the light.  Jagger tried his best not to stare at his naked skin, but everything about Sage was arousing to him.  He absorbed the heat off his body like a sponge and wanted his body close to him all night.  Jagger stripped down to his boxers while in the bed.

Sage got comfortable and adjusted to move closer towards Jagger as if he was making it happen by thinking it.  Sage talked a little about what they should all do when they wake up. He simultaneously took another opportunity to move physically closer to Jagger.

Sage’s arm brushed against Jagger’s back and stayed there.

Jagger’s eyes opened and his back was towards Sage who was nearly spooning him.

Oh, damn.  Seriously?

Jagger jolted a little bit and tried to get comfortable.  Sage moved around him to get even more comfortable.  This was by moving his hand onto Jagger’s side a little with affection.  Jagger was thinking hard about other things so as not to grow an erection, but it was too late.  He was growing.

Fuuuck, what is he doing?

Sage noticed that Jagger didn’t jolt or shout with a ‘hey now just what the hell do you think you’re doing?’  He took that as a clue to move his arm around Jagger some more.  It was the first time he ever showed physical affection with another male this drastically before.  He was getting a real rush of adrenaline inside and wanted to test it out.

Minutes passed and they both grew quiet.  Sage initiated another intimate action with Jagger.  He wrapped his left leg around Jagger tight like a spider dragging his body up against his solid web.  Jagger’s full bubble ass was pressed against Sage’s crotch area firm.  Sage moaned trembling slightly enjoying the hotness of Jagger’s ass pressed against where his cock is.  Sage stunned himself as he discovered he was growing hard.

“Fuck.  You gotta be kidding.”  Sage whispered excited into the back of Jagger’s neck chuckling nervously.  The heat from his breath and voice warmed every cell of Jagger’s.  Sage couldn’t believe how fucking hot Jagger felt.

Jagger felt Sage’s bulge get fatter and begin to grow significantly.  It was like a huge stabbing rock.  Sage moved his body against Jagger’s body slow, hard and strong.  It was several smooth pulsating thrusts as he simulating fucking him.  Sage’s mind wandered reaching near faint over how hot this was making him feel.  He expected it a bit, but not to the point of becoming lightheaded.  Jagger sensed Sage’s breath move behind his neck.  Sage brushed his lips against it in a subtle way holding it there.

Sage continued to drive his body into him with his arms and leg wrapped around Jagger not letting go.  His kisses behind Jagger’s neck and upper back got hotter, longer and more passionate.

Jagger moved his body and head a little slightly towards Sage.  Sage’s lips took over Jagger’s lips in a succulent kiss.  Their tongues pushed their way into each other’s mouths immediately and stayed in there longer over each kiss.  Jagger’s heart pounded with excitement to know what it was like to kiss Sage.  Sage’s mind blew up into an array of fireworks.

Sage’s body found its way onto Jagger’s and this time Jagger’s legs wrapped around Sage’s body while they continued to kiss and make out for awhile.  Sage explored down Jagger’s body with his hands.

Jagger moved his hands up and down the sides of Sage’s body and around onto his back while Sage simulated fucking Jagger.  They continued with their mouth exploration as they moved up and down on each other fucking without penetration.  Jagger could feel Sage’s heart pounding rapidly against his own chest and heard the vibrations of his moaning.

Jagger’s hands found their way onto Sage’s boxers.  Sage’s erect cock was wet seeping through his boxers and onto Jagger’s skin.  Jagger pulled Sage’s boxers off slowly a little of the way down and glided his hands down over his bare ass.  Sage loved how this felt and he moved his body upwards over him.  Jagger continued to kiss him down his neck and all over his chest.  Jagger could see Sage’s smile wide in the dark.

Jagger pulled Sage’s boxers clear down to feel his cock out in the open and against his skin.  Sage moved his body upwards slowly feeling the sides of Jagger’s body.  He slid his cock into Jagger’s mouth with amazing ease.  His cock slid in and out of his mouth tight until his balls slapped against Jagger’s face.  Jagger tasted every good bit of him knowing this could be the last time.

He sucked him for nearly five minutes when Sage couldn’t contain it anymore.  He pulled his cock out of Jagger’s mouth and ejaculated cum all over Jagger’s chest.  He moaned loudly, “Agh!  Fuck yeah!”  Sage leaned down kissing Jagger and then laughed.  “Damn it guy.  I’m sorry that happened quick.”

Jagger rested his hand on Sage’s shoulder above him, “Never apologize.”

Sage reached down feeling Jagger’s cock up.  “Wow.  This is what it feels like.”  He stroked it while kissing Jagger until he came as well.

Sage put his arm around Jagger.  “That was the fucking best!”  He paused.  “I’ve never been sucked like that by a girl.”  He laughed.

Only a guy can please another guy because they know how they like it.  The same way only a girl understands how she likes it.  Sage jumped into the shower again, but this time pulled Jagger in with him.  He headed back to the bed even more comfortable with each other.

“I’m not gay or anything.”  Sage proceeded to say, “And it would be fine if I was, but there’s something about you that defies that.  Maybe I’m bi.  Eh who cares.  I can’t explain it.  You’re amazing.  You’re the only guy I’ve ever fantasized about and I couldn’t contain myself.  I thought if I’m going to experiment it would have to be with him.  I didn’t think I would nail you.”

Jagger laughed, “You were planning this!?”

Sage moved his hands over Jagger’s body and massaged his chest and stomach.  He worked his way into his boxers, running his hand down to grab and feel Jagger’s cock.  He stroked it slowly trembling at the intensity of what a cock felt like.  “You’re fucking sexy.  Your personality is not like anyone I’ve ever met.  I don’t know what it is, but it fucking turns me on.  And I’ve never thought that about another guy ever!  I have to keep saying that.”

“You don’t need to label it with anything.”  Jagger assured him.  “That’s for other’s to wrestle with.  This is what it is and nothing more. An experience. A connection with another soul.”

Sage smiled liking that.  He leaned into Jagger’s lips. “Let me kiss you some more.”  Sage tested Jagger’s lips and pushed his tongue sweetly into his mouth moaning at how good it felt.

Although that was the hottest moment for him, Sage and Jacey were at complete odds the rest of the trip arguing with one another.  On the way home Sage had enough of Jacey’s bitching and opted to sit in the back seat with Jagger.  He leaned his head on Jagger’s shoulder, closed his eyes, and went to sleep.  He wasn’t getting along with Jacey anymore as she was too high maintenance by starting little arguments over nothing.  He was over her and now into Jagger.  They arrived in L.A. to drop Sage off first.  He pulled his bags out of the car and looked up at Jagger.  “I’ll call you alright?”

Everyone was quiet.  Jagger felt awkward and looked down and away, then into Sage’s eyes with a nod of assurance giving him the okay to call.

Sage and Jacey didn’t speak after that day, but that was the beginning of Jagger and Sage’s friendship.

Sage wasn’t into guys on a physical level, but he was into sex and found Jagger to be damn good looking and erotic.  He couldn’t stop imagining what it would be like to kiss him and fuck that hot ass of his.  He finally got the opportunity to explore it and the experimenting was just that.  Their friendship grew tight spending every week together.  At the end of the third year of their friendship, Sage announced he had a huge job offer back home in New York City.  Jagger didn’t like that everyone kept moving away from him.  It made his soul grow harder.  Sage made a pact to call him regularly and a few times a year they’d take turns visiting each other for a weekend or more.  They kept that pact.  Eventually Sage met the woman of his life.  He made Jagger his Best Man at his wedding.

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Bridge the gap between religion and gays

The immediate judging of religion doesn’t help.  It’s grouping an entire group together who doesn’t share the same views.  Not all religious people are anti-gay.  Just like not all gay people are anti-religious.  The only way positive change happens is when a gap is bridged.  It’s when those that are good from both groups speak louder than the ones that are bad.  There are religious people who love and include all people.  There are also those that are gay who are and have opened themselves up to a higher power of God or spiritualism.  The media only wants to focus on the bad ones from both sides making noise.  Once again, it’s not the truth or the whole picture.

Many gays seem to be Atheist, which is the not thought out point of view.  It’s no surprise having religious dogma shoved down their throats that they’re hated – which you are not. Think for yourself and find the answers on your own.

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Heaven on Homosexuality and Gays is ultimately all about Love

“What Does Heaven Say About Homosexuality?”

This information was passed onto author, Kevin Hunter, from Heaven for the book, “Warrior of Light: Messages from my Guides and Angels”.  In the end the messages are all about love.  Pick up the must have spiritual handbook that contains all sorts of good stuff.

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Gays can now get married in Indiana. The 20th state to legalize Same Sex Marriage.

Indiana has become the latest state to strike down their Same Sex Marriage ban and to allow gay marriage to be recognized legally.  This news was information that Heaven passed onto author, Kevin Hunter, for his book, “Warrior of Light: Messages from my Guides and Angels”.  They more or less said that the Same Sex Marriage situation would soon be approved around the world so that more important matters could be attended to.  This was in the “What Does Heaven Say About Homosexuality?” chapter.

Warrior of Light” was written in 2012 when at the time only 7 states had approved Same Sex Marriage.  As of today, 20 states have officially approved and legalized gay marriage.  It’s looking like the Angels prediction regarding the Same Sex Marriage concern is becoming more true as times goes by.




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Jagger’s Revolution, the hot erotic love story available in paperback and kindle

Jagger’s Revolution
book excerpt

It’s an unusual heat wave in March in the city of Hermosa Beach, California.  This is home to the surfer’s walk of fame and where the too sexy it should be illegal cascade along the beach playing volleyball or surfing the cosmic Pacific Ocean waves.  A young, rebellious man breathes down its neck pulling out its sexual diversity without so much as a word.  Jagger careens around the corner at lightning speed leaving a trail blazed behind him.  His black pick-up truck dominates a street lined with cactus for a block and a half where the foot of the beach starts.  He is consumed with all sorts of mental breakage while yammering away on the phone.  Lethal and territorial with his crowd and environment, there is an easy vibe about him mixed with a dangerous edge.

He finds a spot between a parked corolla and a small trashcan on wheels that stands in his way.  He battles with reversing his truck into a small open space available to parallel park.  Feeling destructive and antsy like he can do anything he wants, he attempts to back the truck up into the spot around the trash can.  God forbid he climbs out to move the trash receptor.  That’s not his style.  If something is in his way, then he hits it or runs over it.  There is a rough beauty about him that is aloof and attractive.  He is a loner and a tough guy with a warrior’s edge.  There are cuts and scars on him from running and jumping off high objects to temper his occasional unruly aggression.  He’s crashed down onto the street and pavement more than once.  Thirty-two years old with looks in the mid-20’s, his endless active lifestyle has done him good.  He gets into the occasional fist-fight, but is merely trying to survive standing up for a fair Prince or Princess in a jam.  He doesn’t know why he gives a shit for humankind, as man hasn’t been kind to him or each other.  As a writer and on an intellectual level he hates stereotypes and doesn’t agree with them.  Pigeonholes and labels are both offensive and repetitive in his mind.

He reverses the truck and his back tire hikes up onto the curb.  Accelerating forward abruptly and slamming on the brakes causes a loud echoing screech.  He slams his truck into the trashcan causing it to spin around while an onlooker watches concerned in the distance.  Paying no mind, he backs up banging the tire against the curb.

“What the fuck.”  He says under his breath.  He hits the steering wheel with his palms in a brash manner.

Slamming on the gas he runs into the trash can once more.

“Hold on.”  He shouts into his earpiece then, “Let me call you back!”

The driver door swings open and a huge beach breeze rushes past the truck.  Jagger’s hiking boot hits the street pavement hard.  With combative movements he climbs out of the car into plain view.  He is about medium height, not ultra short or tall, but to some it’s known as the fun height.  He’s got a classically young looking face and body, a short dark military hair cut and huge killer brown eyes.  Testosterone radiates off of his body which is strong and confident.  Although a regular guy he permeates heavy doses of mystery and superiority.   He sports khaki shorts and a camouflage tank top with the words “ARMY” on the front and “FUCK” on the back.

His shorts hang casually over his ass, which is full and round.  His ass makes some heterosexual guys drool and secretly fantasize what it would be like if they experimented once.  They would never go through with it with another guy, but they can’t control their imagination.  Instead they direct their focus for a second at the smoky dude and wonder.  They attempt to wipe away the fantasy so as not to grow a hard on and have to explain it to their girlfriends, friends or themselves.  Only when he’s a largely evolved hetero guy who is sure of himself will it rarely bother him.

Jagger marches like a sergeant with frenetic energy grabbing onto the handle of the trash can.  He drags it away onto the sidewalk.  It makes a deathly echo into the air of the neighborhood.  He is here and making himself known.  A tone about him is intimidating.  Some beach folk walk by uncomfortable and rush past him quickly.

He hikes back to the truck and stares face forward horrified.  Butterflies swarm around in his stomach and his heart pounds faster in a rare vulnerability.  He wants to be shot dead right there on the street like a mountain lion that shouldn’t be roaming around the city.  Everything stops around him and nothing else matters.  Mesmerized by the new guy in his town he’s had a crush on since he first saw him.  Getting Jagger to feel any crushing feelings on anyone is impossible, but he feels an uncontrollable connection to this one.  It isn’t difficult to know why when you cross paths with the sweetest guy on the planet.

Garth stands half a block away in his own tracks eyeing Jagger.  Garth’s mouth moves half open in fear and wonderment.  His messy dirty blonde hair blows a little in the wind.  His deep green eyes pierce into Jagger’s heart.  Every shade of Jagger’s face becomes etched into Garth’s mind.  He has red lifeguard shorts on and shirt while holding a surfboard under his arm.  He’s a different wild animal than Jagger, but untamed and unruly nonetheless.

Both dudes stand in stillness unable to move in the city jungle wondering if the other is a friend or threat they would need to fight to the death.  There’s no greater feeling than having a hot crush on someone, but there’s no worse feeling when the one you’re crushing on has no idea.  Neither are aware that they’re both thinking the same thing about the other.

Jagger’s breath leaves him and the guy’s cavernous eyes pound all over his body.  It’s as if an unknown entity is reaching down his throat with strong fingers and drawing the air out of his shaking soul.  Jagger has a soft spot for this guy, amidst his own menacing aura that people first see.

They both look away and at each other and then away.  It’s the typical shy school boy stance when crossing paths with a crush.

Garth continues on his walk down the slight slope knowing he will pass Jagger from across the street.

Jagger wants to die.  ‘Fuck me.  I have to complicate things by falling for someone.’

Garth senses Jagger’s eyes burning deep into him as he gets close enough to plant the grenade.  He works up the courage to be neighborly.  “Hey.”  His voice is gritty and rough, but he lights up like an angel.  He could talk a man into turning himself into the law and starting his life over in a better way.  Garth’s voice sounds like he is hanging onto what’s left of his teenage puberty, but he’s twenty-four years old and this is his voice.  Pushing six feet, he towers Jagger by just enough to overpower him if he wanted to.  Garth has a noticeable Aussie accent and is the most stunning creature Jagger has ever seen.  Jagger no longer has to worry about trying to write about love he has when he doesn’t have any.  He’s found his muse and damn inspiration.

Jagger remains cool, low and raspy when he responds, “Hello.”  His voice soothes Garth’s world and cradles it.   Garth trembles slightly with a nod as he passes him and continues on down to the crowded beach.  The white sands and blue sea up ahead is the spot that Garth would make love to Jagger every day all day and night if he could.  Having a crush on someone hurts because it often feels like it’s not shared.  This is why it’s a crush, because it crushes you.  You feel vulnerable and stupid as if you are alone in the equation.  Turning the feelings off is near impossible as you have no idea why you feel this way so intensely.  You wish you could turn it off so that you can relax and be cool.  Your crush might notice you more when they see your strong poise, instead of the disappointment, all thumbs aura and pain that rises whenever that person is in your vicinity.

Jagger climbs back into his truck to absorb Garth’s energy.  He sits for a moment exhaling and glancing up without lifting his head.  Garth is in the distance heading down to the beach and Jagger feels guilty for looking.  He places both hands on the steering wheel and leans his head over exhaling again. “Fuck.”

Garth is one of the hottest lifeguards on the beach.  Jagger uses every free second available to be consumed with thoughts of him.  He wonders about this guy to help him sleep throughout the night with sweet images of the two of them together.  Daydreaming of what it would be like to have him as part of his life.  This could be the Father of his kids!  The way Garth moves and the discipline he conveys inside and out that very few guys have in Jagger’s eyes lures him in even more.

Sometimes Garth goes for a run and his well-built body, his tight and toned legs, chest and arms seep through his shorts and his shirt if he has one on.  Jagger’s eyes make out every inch and shape of it all in hot eroticism.   His arms.  His ass.  He wonders what his cock would look like and what he would look like naked.  He wants to run his fingers through the little dark blonde hairs on his legs and let all of them stand up and take notice of him.

Jagger goes running too and every now and then the guys near pass each other while on their walk or jog, but those moments are far and few between.   It is all set up on divine timing when they’ll bump into one another next.  They already have a common ground.  They both like to take care of themselves.  Jagger doesn’t have to worry about some dude who enjoys getting sloshed all night at a club or bar on a regular basis destroying his health, looks, whole aura and being.  He can’t handle the instability and neurosis associated with someone who cannot make it a week without having a drink.

Garth watches Jagger with his mouth open ready to take his lips in.  He stands there in heat holding a fork and knife ready to go to town.  Sometimes Garth catches Jagger when he is outside or on his balcony on the street that commands the neighborhood as if he secretly owns it, but tells no one.  Garth gazes at him gaping in heavy teen love angst as if they are both fifteen, horny and in love.  He searches for the push to make his voice heard in his direction.  If he weren’t so damn good looking, he would be blended into the wall, an observer, a solid, quiet one with an active spirit.

Jagger knows Garth is the fucking ultimate babe, but tries desperately to get back to planet earth and snap out of it.  He’s tired of hallucinating as if he has a shot with him.  There is a nasty twinge in his side that convinces him that Garth doesn’t know he exists.  He’s left with feeling like the daily idiot he’s perfected so well whenever around him.  He wants to be hosed down with cold water and maybe it’ll go away.  Alleviate it off his body the way a car’s radiator steams out of the sides of the hood when it’s used every ounce of liquid it has.  Yet, he loves the way Garth watches him.  It seems like he’s in love with him.   He wants to believe that the guy is attracted to him.  Garth stares at him as if he’s never seen anyone like him before.  He sees him and sees who his soul truly is.  Jagger sometimes catches Garth watching him.  It drives him nuts and he coyly looks anywhere else, but at him.  He masturbates to thoughts of him with the Summer night breeze rushing into the living room of his home enveloping his body that drips with beads of sweat. Garth’s hands grabbing hold of Jagger’s body and kissing down it methodically.

Jagger jolts back to reality and hops out of his truck bummed out that it isn’t real.

Cars and trucks pull onto the street to park.  They are crammed with surfboards sticking out of their trunks or strapped onto the top of the cars.  Hot beach dudes and the occasional hot beach chick pull their surfboards out of their vehicles.  One by one they catch a glimpse of Jagger and smile.  They wave captivated knowing this is his home too.  They all assume a friendship on that tidbit alone.  Jagger slams the door to his truck closed and smiles at one of his local surf buds he recognizes in the bunch.  Trezner smiles back and heads over to Jagger.

Jagger hi-fives Trezner with a fist bump, “Hey man, you know they don’t let faggots surf here.”

Trezner wraps his arm tight around Jagger, “What’s up bitch?  I’m taking a break from the Malibu swells.  How have they been here this week?”

“In Hermosa baby, there are never any disappointments.  The waves have been blowin’ up the last couple days.”  Jagger’s eyes drift out to sea on the sidewalk in the distance where Garth was not long before.  The sidewalk path sparkles with light where his earth angel had passed.  Trezner smirks smitten by Jagger who is oblivious by the attention.

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Jagger’s Revolution is a modern day love story about a tough beach thug on a hunt to conquer his love crush. Take a journey with Jagger through his dating dalliances and crushing love frustrations. He is surrounded by his colorful friends: The preppy book smart Troy, the high powered executive, Russell, and the sex loving and relationship hating Slade.

Dive into Jagger’s early years in a series of autobiographical essays revolving around the author’s love life including: The Five Year Old Incident, The High School Episode with Billy, Natasha: The Escort Chick, The Drug Conquest, Sage and The Vegas Stripper Club and Jagger’s Break as a Sex Columnist. Jagger is the alter ego of the author and he finds exhaustion with several dating entanglements that includes: Caden: the Malibu Cobra, the Skaterboy, The Englishman and The Professor.

All throughout his love, dating and sex scenarios, Jagger experiences the kind of crush and love one has as a teenager over Garth, the new lifeguard from Australia. He wrestles with an immediate silent connection with him and longs to get close.

Jagger’s Revolution contains hard biting dating wisdom surrounded by true accounts of being slighted by love while craving for that perfect mate. If Jagger develops the courage to go for it, then he just might get his wish with his lifeguard dude in the end.

Reader Advisory Warning: “Jagger’s Revolution” contains some sexually graphic and explicit content.

What readers have said about the book: 

“Wow! I just read “Jagger’s Revolution”. Hot! Yum! It’s almost like a jerk off reading.”

“I hate reading, but this was the first book I actually finished all the way through since High School. It was great.”

“This book rocked my soul truly. I loved it.”

“It is hot over here and that book of yours only inflames things more.”

“This book was making me moist. I had to put it down because I was on a plane. It was embarrassing.”

Jagger’s Revolution was a beautiful story.”

“I finished reading Jagger’s Revolution. I almost felt guilty reading some of it. I was trying to come at it from an analytical perspective, but I couldn’t help but become secretly aroused by Jagger and his friends.”

“This book sort of gave me a ‘Rebel Without a Cause” feel, but with a lot more penetration. That wasn’t a bad feeling.”

“I love Jagger tearing around the corner. That guy is so hot. I want one.”

“I read your book and I get hard, then I get flaccid, then hard again. You say something that makes you stop and think, then it switches gears and I get hard again.”

“Eww you have sex with girls in your book. Yuck! But the Billy sex! Mmm! Instant hard on reading.”

“I read your book and it was really good by the way.”

“Wow Jagger’s Revolution was kind of a gay book, but with a sex and the city edge. Loved it!”

“Crawling under the sheets is an expression loosely used to describe that instance where you bare all, but you took it one step further with this book.”

“Nice transition at the coffee shop into Slade. I heard the voicemail beep and it was Slade. I had to read to find out who he is!!”

“Love your book!! Awesome erotic stuff 🙂 but you probably get that a lot.”

“Was impressed by the books eloquence and passion.”

“When you say gay friendships missing morality and loyalty.  Kevin you are right I agree.”

“Billy and Jagger.  Hot scene Kevin.  I had visuals”


If you enjoyed the book, feel free to write a positive review!

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Children react positively to Same Sex Marriage proposals

Children react positively to Same Sex Marriage proposals in this video.  This only debunks the myth that organizations like the National Organization for Marriage and other disgusting allegedly family organizations are wrong that it destroys children.  In this video below the children react positively to the Same Sex Marriage proposals.  This is because Children have NO judgement. It’s warped and ruined adults who FORCE their negative toxic influences on them over time.  Children know love when they see it.

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Universal Studios has a homophobic act at Halloween Haunts; Gay friendly rapper Eminem uses homophobic slurs in new song

Universal Studios Hollywood has included a homophobic live action show at the Halloween Haunts event.  

It is the ‘Bill and Ted’s Excellent Halloween Adventure’ where Bill and Ted have to kill witches before they can return home.   But when Superman arrives to help the pair, a witch sprinkles ‘fairy dust’ on him – transforming him into an over the top and not funny flamey caricature of a gay man.  

With a scream of ‘fabulous!’ the character launches into full camp mode – affecting a lisped voice, limp wrist and removing his shirt and trousers.   Stripped down to just a small pair of underpants, he leaps around the stage blowing kisses and flirts outrageously with Ted. 

It is truly boring and lame.  

It’s 2013 and the media and organizations like Universal are still shoving this one-dimensional stereotype that gay men are all a bunch of effeminite, wrist hanging, lisp speaking, Broadway show loving bimbos in tight spandex.   It was expected in the 80’s when there was a lack of knowledge about what gay is, but doing that into the 90’s and beyond is truly tragic.  The only gays who don’t have a problem with it are those who fit the description of this same tired gay depiction being done over and over.  And this is done for comedy.  They’re making fun of you.  Wake up.

Now we’ve got the talented rapper/producer Eminem in hot water with his gay bashing ways.  His new song lyrics go something like this:

Little gay-looking boy / So gay I can barely say it with a straight face-looking boy / You witnessing massacre like you watching a church gathering taking place-looking boy / ‘Oy vey, that boy’s gay,’ that’s all they say looking-boy / You take a thumbs up, pat on the back, the way you go from your label every day-looking boy.


Even though I walk in the church and burst in a ball of flames / Only Hall of Fame I be inducted in is the alcohol of fame / On the wall of shame / You fags think it’s all a game ’til I walk a flock of flames


I attempt these lyrical acrobat stunts while I’m practicing that / I’ll still be able to break a motherfuckin’ table / Over the back of a couple of faggots and crack it in half / Only realized it was ironic I was signed to Aftermath after the fact

When he raps he’s playing a character that’s not him. Unfortunately, this character is homophobic, but doesn’t mean Eminem is. Using homophobic bashing in rap songs is getting a little old and vintage at this point.  Time to grow up already.  I don’t know why I thought the entertainment business had wised up and realized that gay bashing and gay stereotypes are no longer interesting or entertainment.  It’s tired.  Forget whether or not its offensive, it’s just plain dumb and lacking in creativity.

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Crystal Dixon was fired for being homophobic and anti-gay

Crystal Dixon, fired from UT on May 8, 2008, alleged in her lawsuit that she was being punished for private political speech.Crystal Dixon, an African-American woman and former human resource director was fired due to her anti-gay rants in an Op Ed for the University of Toledo.  She sued the University saying that this violates her First and Fourth Amendment rights.  I love that anti-gay people or those that run around preaching hate love to MIS-use and abuse their alleged rights.  They want the right to act like an ass.  Luckily, the court did not support her lawsuit.

How someone is a human resource director and then bad mouths other groups and people, I’ll never understand.  Thankfully, the University of Toledo agrees with my stance, which is why they immediately terminated Crystal Dixon’s employment.  Let her work for an organization that supports her beliefs.  Or move to a country that is ALL anti-gay like some of the middle eastern countries or Russia.  She’ll be much happier and supported there.

Here is some of what she wrote:

“As a Black woman who happens to be an alumnus of the University of Toledo’s Graduate School, an employee and business owner, I take great umbrage at the notion that those choosing the homosexual lifestyle are “civil rights victims.” Here’s why. I cannot wake up tomorrow and not be a Black woman. I am genetically and biologically a Black woman and very pleased to be so as my Creator intended. Daily, thousands of homosexuals make a life decision to leave the gay lifestyle evidenced by the growing population of PFOX (Parents and Friends of Ex Gays) and Exodus International just to name a few….”

She should’ve known better as a human resource representative.  Her job is to protect all classes of people.  By the way, Exodus International closed its doors and issued an apology to all of the gays that they hurt through insisting that conversion therapy works, when they came to the conclusion it does not.  This is because god created gays just as he created african americans.

Exodus wrote:

“I am sorry for the pain and hurt many of you have experienced. I am sorry that some of you spent years working through the shame and guilt you felt when your attractions didn’t change. I am sorry we promoted sexual orientation change efforts and reparative theories about sexual orientation that stigmatized parents.”

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Annie Lennox, Cher and Sinead O’Connor have spoken out against Miley Cyrus

Annie Lennox, Cher and Sinead O’Connor have spoken out against Miley Cyrus and her overtly pornographic performance at the VMA’s.  I can see how mature artists with a history of music and entertainment relevancy are wondering where pop culture is headed.  What next?  You just walk on stage completely naked and have sex with your dancers to the music?  Miley’s performance only became a big deal when the world decided to make it a big deal.  She’s being talked about more than any other artist today so Miley and her people don’t plan on stopping that momentum anytime soon.  I thought she was just having a good time on stage and acting silly.  I didn’t play too much into it and moved on.  Children shouldn’t be watching those shows anyway.  That’s the parents fault.

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