Turk Mason: My New Man Crush.

Great Odin's beard!! Look who wandered into the grove?! It's Turk (heavy breathing) Mason!! Ok, ok, you caught me -- I lured him here, but can you blame me??? Don't give me that judging look, I told you in the profile that the grove would be a sanctuary for sexuality from time to time!! You'll find no shame in this grove over nudity -- we encourage it!! It is how Mother Nature delivered us, so there is nothing to feel ashamed about. We are supposed to ogle each other, that's why our sexual organs look so amazingly beautiful!! If you want sentient beings to reproduce, then it's only natural to make their bodies works of art to entice copulation. Phew, it's getting steamy in here!!

So, Turk, do you like bisexual men? Well, seeing how you are gay, I'm betting that my "Republic of Bisexualopolis" passport should qualify me as a "guest" in "gaytopia" long enough for us to bond.

Maybe lie down in the tall, soft, grass at the edge of the grove together naked, to bask in the glory of our aroused male sex organs. Watch the sunshine glisten off the tight, shiny, pink skin. Let the cool breeze relax the tension as we express our shared raw, masculine, sexuality. Cuddling, fondling and caressing. Savoring the intoxicating, musky scent of an aroused man. Stroke our masculine pride with absolute enjoyment and no hint of shame, until we explode with blissful ecstasy all over each other and the grove.

Mmmmm, yes, the Green Man has a crush on a gorgeous boy and his name is Turk Mason.

~The Green Man has Spoken~

Green Man on the Couch.

Being a near ward of the state due to mental psychosis, I am quite familiar with abstract thought. So, I was poking around the profiles of some of the readers that wander into the grove and ran across Wendy's creative description of herself. She uses metaphors and symbols to guide one toward a better understanding of her personality and essence. So, I decided that I'd give this method a go.

If I was an animal, I'd be a stray cat wandering the paths less traveled; observing the chaos of Earthly life from a hidden perch, high above the fray. If I was a location, I'd be a remote and dense, primeval forest; reclusive yet full of life. If I was a country, I'd be India for it's deep spirituality, and vibrant openness. If I was a type of music, I'd be the blues for the manic depression that stalks me relentlessly like an ancient curse.

If I was a movie, I'd be a Harry Potter film for the magical, other-worldly energy that radiates from within my heart. If I were a period in history, I'd be America during the 1920s-1940s because of the flair, rebellion and style of the period. If I were a famous person, I'd be John Muir for his sacred, respect, stewardship and love-affair for nature. If I were an element, I'd be fire; passionate, warm and independent. If I were an idea, I'd be liberalism. If I were a tree, I'd be a pine tree; hardy, robust, timeless and protective. If I were a fictional character, I'd be Albus Dumbledore for his intelligence, knowledge of the mysterious and level of maturity.

If I were a feature of nature, I'd be a meandering, mountain stream; fluid, easy-going and adaptable. If I were a language, I'd be French; romantic, stylish and classy. And, last but not least, if I was a plant I'd be marijuana; profoundly spiritual, yet humorous and versatile with a touch of psychological oddity. So, there you have an inside understanding of what it means to be "The Green Man."

~The Green Man has Spoken~