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Dustyrussy's Blog
PRIDE IS LIKE BEING IN A MY LITTLE PONY'S ASSHOLE!!!
Pride is so much fun. I mother fucking love lesbians. If only I had been born with a big angry beaver and didn't like cock, I'd have it made. Oh yeah, and if I were attracted to women. I would SO be a lipstick lesbian with bull dyke tendencies.
There are so many drugs, condoms, and lube just floating around. I got wasted within the first fifteen minutes of being there. I also took viagara, which sure as hell didn't work for me.
I woke up this morning, and I had fifteen missed calls on my phone from numbers I didn't recognize. Hell, the lesbos need to keep me on a tighter leash. I just hope I don't run into any of the people I made out with, damn.
Ma and Pa
Well, apparently I was shown on the MTV casting special, and I had no idea. With cigarette and martini in hand, I figure now is a good time to blog about my relationship with the man and woman that brought such a beautiful life as mine into the world.
My mother and father are both very good people, very religious and conservative. The picture perfect idea of what a mom and dad should be. They sent both my brother and I to a Baptist Private school my entire life. They worked hard to provide for us and sheltered us from all the evils of the world (homosexuality, MTV, hip hop music, etc...)
Despite how everything on the outside looked, my parents have had a very unhappy marriage. My brother and I have always been pulled into the middle of their arguments. Their relationship has been a very verbally and sometimes physically abusive one.
My father is a good man. He's a farmer and a machine shop owner, because of his own parent's marriage, he is a very jealous and untrusting man. He has constantly kept a watchful eye over my mother and ruled the household with an iron fist. If my mother just ran to the grocery store without telling him, then he accused of her cheating on or trying to leave him. My older half sister (my dad's daughter from a previous marriage) has also been a very malicious influence in many of their arguments. She has constantly told lies about my mom to my dad, and never once has he sided with my mom. He's always taken my sister's side. My dad never spent a lot of time with me growing up. He was always working, and when he wasn't, he opted to go out fishing or hunting with his friends.
Because my father was away a lot, I have always been very close to my mom. She practically raised me all by herself growing up. She played with me, came to all my school functions, took me everywhere she went. My dad never came to any of my school functions, and he was never a real emotional wall in my life. Obviously, because I spent all my time with my mother, I am very close with her, and she sees me as a best friend more than a son at times. Instead of a son, I have felt more like my parent's marriage counselor and had to take on and deal with a lot of their emotional baggage.
As much as I love them, it's hard not to resent them for what I have seen them do to each other, and it is especially hard for me to not to be angry with my father, not only because of how he's treated my mother, but how I was ignored and thrown to the wayside growing up. The other little boys always had their dad around, and I didn't.
Funny thing is, my dad has always been there for my brother. My brother is the perfect son for him. My brother hunts, fishes, likes to build things, he's athletic, shares my dad's views, everything my dad wanted his son to be. I never had any of the qualities that he wanted his sons to have. I was an effiminate little boy. I enjoyed playing with My Little Ponies and running around in my mom's high heels and pretending to play house.
I am very much my mother's son, and my brother is my father's child. This created a South vs North environment in my home growing up. My brother would side with my dad, and I would with my mom. My dad would talk shit about my mom to my brother, and my mom would talk shit about my dad to me. I have a very low opinion of men, and my brother has a low opinion of women.
My dad hates my mom's side of the family, and my mother hates my dad's side, so my brother and I were never taken around our extended family much. We stayed within our own borders and never got emotionally attached to any other family members beside our mom and dad. We were never even taken around our sister much growing up, because of the jealous relationship between my sister and mother.
I am not out to either one of my parents. If I came out to them, I know I would run the risk of losing them forever, because of their strict religious and ignorant views on homosexuality. There are parts of my life they can never be a part of, and I have to deal with that every single day of my life.
Through it all though, I love my family dearly. I love them for all their negatives and positives. My mom still to this day will call me threatening to leave my father, and I'll listen and deal with her and their situation the best way I can. My father will call me and tell me how stupid my mother is acting, and I will silently listen to him scream about her on the phone.
I can only hope that we'll all be happy oneday, and that our love for each other as a family will keep us together, and that my brother and I will be able to move past the hurdles our parents have built for us when we start to build our own relationships and families.
I am under the impression
That round one is never going to end, NEVER.
My best and worst traits
Besides being ridiculously good looking and making Brad Pitt look like Woody Allen, I have several other traits that stand out. I'm optomistic, honest, easily excitable, adventurous, witty, three snaps sassy, and I've been told quite the damn good kisser. Other positives used to describe me could be kind, fashionable, creative, artistic, free thinker, good old southern boy, driven, and cute, very very cute.
My negatives would begin with that I am very flighty. I can never make my mind up about anything, and I can get bored with people very easily. My honesty can often be mistaken as tactless. My over excitable personality tends to get the best of me at times, which leads me to make very rash decisions when confronted with situations I'm not used to dealing with. I am opinionated to the point of blind stubborness, and if I think I'm right in a situation or argument, then there's no hope of me backing down. Also, once I've made my mind up that I don't like someone, I do everything in my power to make their life a living hell. I can be sickeningly shallow at times. Other negatives used to describe me could be manipulative, cock tease, bitchy, moody, unrestrained, self centered, and obnoxious.
TITS
I am trying to grow boobies, so I can get more votes by posting pics of me making out with chicks and flashing my cooter stains all over this site! Girls get to have all the fun! BOOOOOOOOOOO!
I'm BOSSY!!!
I'm the bitch ya'll love to hate.
I am the chick thats raised the stakes.
Got diamonds on my neck!
Diamonds on my grill!
Add me on myspace, yo.
http://www.myspace.com/dustyrussy
Pirates are hot!
Pirates 3 was kick ass, besides the fact me and Jessica nearly had to to kick some teenager's asses that cut in line in front of us. Oh, and the annoying couple beside us that wouldn't sit still. Then, the douche bag fell asleep and started snoring, after he and his girlfriend got to the movie five minutes before the film began and started asking the whole row we were sitting on to make room for him and the skank ass ho.
Anyway, the movie would have been a bit better if Orlando Bloom had gotten naked and wet; better yet, if Orlando Bloom and Johnny Depp would have gotten stranded on a deserted island, gotten naked, and then had sex.
That would have made it Oscar worthy.
Oh, why does Keira Knightly always look like she's getting punched in the butthole? That seems to be the only expression she can emote with her face. Her acting face ranges from extreme butthole abuse to happy and in love butthole tapping. Lots of guys thinks she's hot though, maybe I should start having that aghast and soured expression on my face all the time.
I wonder.
Daily voting craaaaaaaaaap!
I don't have time or the patience for this vote for a vote crap. I have a life, and I work 40 hours a week. I'll vote for people when I can, and I'll vote for you if I want to! DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR!?
I haven't showered or brushed my teeth today, HOT!!!
KITTENS WITH WINGS
With every vote I receive, a baby kitten gets its wings. With every vote I do not receive, a baby kitten is smashed with a hammer.
Vote Russy for 20!
Otherwise, you are a murderer.
Yes, yes, yes, so you want to know more.
So yes, I am all giggles and smiles; however, below the surface I have a creamy gooey center just like everyone else. I thought I'd talk a little bit more about myself, and give you, the voters and the other contestants a chance to get to know me better.
Anyway, as I mentioned in my first post ever on this reality tv blog thingy, I fancy myself a writer, though, I haven't ever written anything. I was born in Dalton Ga. (meth capitol of the world), and I grew up in Tunnel Hill, Ga., which is known for a tunnel that goes through a hill, isn't that amazing?
My parents are old fashioned blue collared Republicans who believe appearance is everything. However, I'll save all the family talk for the next round and focus on the most important person, myself.
I attended a small Independent Baptist private school my entire life. These people believe that Southern Baptist were too liberal, so they created their own form of insanity. Anyone ever seen the movie "Jesus Camp"? Oh yes, that was my life growing up. The school probably had less than 100 students all together, all of them white, and everyone was Republican. Basically, I was taught the world was being swallowed by the bowels of hell, and it was all because of atheists, democrats, evolution, abortion, and the fags.
Actually, my life was pretty average for the little Evangelical Christian that I was becoming. I had parents in abusive relationship, black people only existed in the movies, a woman's place was in the home, and I liked cock. Oh damn, I liked cock. Well shit, the whole world being shoved into a fiery abyss was my fault. I was possesed by some horrible demon plague, and Satan didn't even bother to tell me beforehand that I was gaining the power to destroy the sanctity if marriage, very rude on his part.
I figured the whole gay thing was a phase, so I prayed daily that God would heal me, repressed my feelings, tried to like the vagina, and jerked off to gay porn. Damnit, the whole prayer and Bible reading thing wasn't working. Jerking off felt good however, so I continued to do that. Anyway, I spent the majority of my days being picked on and depressed, so I turned to food for comfort and started getting fat.
So yes, skip ahead a few years, being picked on in school, fell in love with a class mate (wasn't reciprocated), coming out to a few friends, and becoming pretty popular in Highschool because people thought I was funny, I finally graduated. My graduating class consisted of ten people.
I then started my first of three colleges. It was a small community college in Dalton. I met a lot of interesting people, discovered other ethnicities did exist, took some classes, and begin to grow into myself as a person. However, I still hadn't accepted the fact I was gay, had issues from my childhood I was dealing with, and I WAS fat on top of all that, so I stopped eating. I also really wanted to get out of my parent's house, so I decided to transfer to a new school.
I transferred to another school, and my rapid weight loss continued. At my new school, I got heavily involved with the Communications Program, and I became the TV Host of the student ran comedy show on thursday nights, RCTV Live! At the age of 20, I kissed my first boy, and it rocked my socks off. Also, a few months after that, I met my first boyfriend through myspace, whom I shared a very chaotic relationship with, and little did I know it would continue for three years, with lots of boys coming and going in between. I spent a few years at my second school, decided it was time to go somewhere else, then I transferred to Kennesaw State University.
At Kennesaw State, I was closer to the city of Atlanta and my people. I started drinking and partying way too much, and my grades started slipping. Not only that, but I wasn't eating, and I only weighed 113 pounds. I was sick and tired all the time. I looked like a holocaust survivor, but with really good hair, so my parents made me move back home and go to therapy.
I did for awhile, started getting more healthy, and commuted two hours back and forth between school and home; obviously, my grades started slipping, and last fall I was suspended a for a year. I took this suspension as an opportunity to have more adventures, so I moved out of my parents house, and into a house with my friends in the ATL, and here I am now.
I am still learning new things about myself daily, and I am trying to get my life together. So yeah, after reading this whole damn thing, maybe all of you have a better idea who I am as a person. I hope so anyway, it took me over an hour to type all of this out.
LAUNDRY DAY
After recycling underwear for about three weeks, I think it's time to do laundry. I came to this conclusion after my crotch was itchy at work all night.
GOODBYE ITCHY CROTCH!!!!!!!
My BIGGEST goal!
To be a search result on wikipedia, true story.
ATTENTION PLEASE
Someone help me out here. How is it possible for some of these lame fugly people to have thousands of votes, yet only 300 - 400 profile views? It just doesn't make sense to me. God knows noone is voting for them just by looking at their default.
Oh, and don't leave me comments asking for a vote. If you do, I will not be giving you a vote, not now, not ever. My votes go to individuals I find attractive, interesting, or sassy in some way. Just like with me, it is up to them to give me votes back.
Oh, and if you are one of those people with WAY less profile views then votes. Don't leave me any comments. If you do, I will probably start posting your names and the links to your pages on my blog for kicks. I'll help you out with some profile views. ;)
Love always,
Russy
Trowser Snake
I am sexually frustrated. What does it take to get some decent cock in this one star town? On one side I am surrounded by nelly little queens with spikey hair, polo shirts, and bad tans, and on the other side coked out hooligans with all the dignity of Rosie O Donnell in a titty bar.
Ah, where is my attractive slightly taller than me, shaggy, smelly, chainsmoking, beer drinking, steak eating, hipster country boy, with a heart of gold and a great big fat ass? In the words of the great cleric Paula Cole, "Where have all the cowboys gone?"
I guess, I am destined to spend the rest of my days alone as the beautiful maiden who can't find someone as grand as herself. So instead, I shut myself away in a dark room while watching reruns of "Boy Meets World" and listening to "Pictures of You" on repeat.
Oh fate, what a cruel and vile wench you are! To spite you, I shall now watch free internet porn and masturbate like I never have before!
YES YES YES!!!!
The best and worst of yours truly
Besides being ridiculously good looking and making Brad Pitt look like Woody Allen, I have several other traits that stand out. I'm optomistic, honest, easily excitable, adventurous, witty, three snaps sassy, and I've been told quite the damn good kisser. Other positives used to describe me could be kind, fashionable, creative, artistic, free thinker, good old southern boy, driven, and cute, very very cute. My negatives would be that I am very flighty. I can never make my mind up about anything, and I can get bored with people very easily. My honesty can often be mistaken as tactless. My over excitable personality tends to get the best of me at times, which leads me to make very rash decisions when confronted with situations I'm not used to dealing with. I am opinionated to the point of blind stubborness, and if I think I'm right in a situation or argument, then there's no hope of me backing down. Also, once I've made my mind up that I don't like someone, I do everything in my power to make their life a living hell. I can be sickeningly shallow at times. Other negatives used to describe me could be manipulative, cock tease, bitchy, moody, unrestrained, self centered, and obnoxious.
I want hot ass.
So yes, hello world, I am Rusty Lee. My friends call me Russy. I am a 23 year old writer who hasn't ever really written a damn thing, and I'm currently taking a year off from school. Taking a year off sounds much better than saying I was suspended for a year, doesn't it? Anyway, I am taking this time off to form a few really nasty drug addictions and have myself a slew of torrid love affairs, which someday I will write a rather lengthy memoir about and become filthy fucking rich.
I just recently moved from a small rural town in North Georgia to live it up in the Atizzle. Also, being a gay man in redneck hell meant I had very limited options in my dating life. So, if I was ever going to get any hot gay ass like my own, I decided I better pack my bags and try to make something of myself elsewhere.
I adore Lindsay Lohan, and I ask myself in almost every situation, "What would Lindsay do?" This means I am constantly sending nasty messages to Paris Hilton's myspace (she never replies), getting drunk and coked out of my head every night, and fucking your boyfriends on a regular basis. I love you Lindsay!
I am one of those annoying hipsters with better music than you, and I have a better fashion sense. I collect Garden Gnomes, and my dog of choice is the teacup pomeranian. My drink preference is the Long Island Iced Tea, and I smoke a pack a day at times.
So yes, if you vote for me, not only will you be doing yourself a favor, because I am wildly entertaining. You will also be doing me a favor, because this Real World thing can help me in the following areas...
1. Get some ass.
2. Milk the Real World for all it's worth after my season has aired by making appearances at college homo alliances, birthday parties, and bah mitzvahs.
3. There is a slim chance I could meet Lindsay Lohan, and maybe do a couple of lines with her in a bathroom stall somewhere.
Please, help a guy out.
Love always,
Russy
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