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	<title>Comments on: Let it Burn, Part One</title>
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	<description>Marking Territory since 2001</description>
	<pubDate>Mon, 08 Sep 2008 08:47:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>by: j m roberts</title>
		<link>http://www.dogpoet.com/blog/archives/600#comment-29373</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 01 Jun 2007 21:55:34 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>&lt;strong&gt;j m roberts...&lt;/strong&gt;

ka-ka-sh-ka 292886 Fresh information about j m roberts....</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><strong>j m roberts&#8230;</strong></p>
<p>ka-ka-sh-ka 292886 Fresh information about j m roberts&#8230;.
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		<title>by: lynette</title>
		<link>http://www.dogpoet.com/blog/archives/600#comment-19574</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2007 03:38:59 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>i remember having similar feelings when i escaped to the big city at 18. it was amazing and exciting and scary and it seemed the possibilities were limitless. you've reminded me of those feelings from so long ago and have written this so perfectly that i could sense myself in that bar, looking up, the music, everything. you are really, really talented.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>i remember having similar feelings when i escaped to the big city at 18. it was amazing and exciting and scary and it seemed the possibilities were limitless. you&#8217;ve reminded me of those feelings from so long ago and have written this so perfectly that i could sense myself in that bar, looking up, the music, everything. you are really, really talented.
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		<title>by: nick</title>
		<link>http://www.dogpoet.com/blog/archives/600#comment-4365</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Feb 2007 05:50:01 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>I'm 21 now and what you wrote above expresses so many of the things I feel when I'm in New York. I visit my friends from high school at NYU and on the street and in stores and restaurants I constantly find myself staring at pairs of men standing just a little bit closer than usual, maybe wearing clothes that trigger some recognition in my mind or making obvious displays of affection. I've always been too scared to venture out to clubs without any gay friends, but in so many other contexts I've experienced that longing to be what I see around me. In the afternoon I walk around the Village by myself, following behind a muscled bear in a tank from The Hoist or I go down Christopher street to the park, passing by Ty's and the Dugout, glancing around at all the tough black queers and dykes around me, and I feel this sharp excitement and envy. I feel so alive and at the same time I'm thinking about how fleeting it all is and how I'm going back to my little liberal arts school in the sticks, where me being gay is basically just trawling sites lust like BMB or cool blogs like yours and jerking off to porn as reward for finishing my homework. Maybe you're experience was somewhat different from mine, but you still created something that I could really relate to. Thanks for sharing it! Keep it up!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m 21 now and what you wrote above expresses so many of the things I feel when I&#8217;m in New York. I visit my friends from high school at NYU and on the street and in stores and restaurants I constantly find myself staring at pairs of men standing just a little bit closer than usual, maybe wearing clothes that trigger some recognition in my mind or making obvious displays of affection. I&#8217;ve always been too scared to venture out to clubs without any gay friends, but in so many other contexts I&#8217;ve experienced that longing to be what I see around me. In the afternoon I walk around the Village by myself, following behind a muscled bear in a tank from The Hoist or I go down Christopher street to the park, passing by Ty&#8217;s and the Dugout, glancing around at all the tough black queers and dykes around me, and I feel this sharp excitement and envy. I feel so alive and at the same time I&#8217;m thinking about how fleeting it all is and how I&#8217;m going back to my little liberal arts school in the sticks, where me being gay is basically just trawling sites lust like BMB or cool blogs like yours and jerking off to porn as reward for finishing my homework. Maybe you&#8217;re experience was somewhat different from mine, but you still created something that I could really relate to. Thanks for sharing it! Keep it up!
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		<title>by: paul</title>
		<link>http://www.dogpoet.com/blog/archives/600#comment-2237</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Feb 2007 23:21:33 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.dogpoet.com/blog/archives/600#comment-2237</guid>
					<description>lovely story. Had a few days in New York for the first time last year and can see you now colling in the misty rain.  Glad to see your posting again</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>lovely story. Had a few days in New York for the first time last year and can see you now colling in the misty rain.  Glad to see your posting again
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		<title>by: Kate Smith</title>
		<link>http://www.dogpoet.com/blog/archives/600#comment-2204</link>
		<pubDate>Tue, 06 Feb 2007 17:24:43 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>That was *beautiful*. Thank you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>That was *beautiful*. Thank you.
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		<title>by: christopher</title>
		<link>http://www.dogpoet.com/blog/archives/600#comment-1875</link>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Feb 2007 08:20:45 +0000</pubDate>
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					<description>yeah...i remember when the Gay 90's got so popular that it wasn't really all that Gay in the 90's...i always had the urge to light one of those bridal veils aflame...</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>yeah&#8230;i remember when the Gay 90&#8217;s got so popular that it wasn&#8217;t really all that Gay in the 90&#8217;s&#8230;i always had the urge to light one of those bridal veils aflame&#8230;
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		<title>by: B.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogpoet.com/blog/archives/600#comment-1760</link>
		<pubDate>Sat, 03 Feb 2007 10:55:05 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.dogpoet.com/blog/archives/600#comment-1760</guid>
					<description>"Something like innocence guarded me..."

How many of us have survived our youth only because of such a thing?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Something like innocence guarded me&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>How many of us have survived our youth only because of such a thing?
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		<title>by: Tom</title>
		<link>http://www.dogpoet.com/blog/archives/600#comment-1679</link>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Feb 2007 19:31:39 +0000</pubDate>
		<guid>http://www.dogpoet.com/blog/archives/600#comment-1679</guid>
					<description>"art-school lean", brilliant description.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;art-school lean&#8221;, brilliant description.
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