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Walked past this pair of secondary school boys who exclaimed loudly on the MRT platform "I don't know how he finger me, until my f-ing butt crack pain sia!" What are school children doing nowadays... And they are definitely not gays.

I was out at Mid Valley with my parents several hours ago. A particularly unusual day for large commercial malls to be crowded, especially during odd hours on a working day. I then realized, kids had one last day of summer break to go, which would explain the crowd of young parents and their toddlers frequenting the mall, in tow with the attractive 20s boys or adult men with their parents about. As always, being the tallest in the family, I walked ahead of my elderly parents, serving as a "guiding beacon" in case they ever got lost. We were an hour or two into errands, and were prepared to head home. Our final stop, Goong Woh Tong, the traditional Chinese herbal eatery, as I requested a pit stop for a herbal jelly, in part because I hadn't eaten for the day, and to soothe my recovering throat from the heat. As I walked ahead of my parents toward the corner lot restaurant, I saw two men walking side-by-side in my direction. They looked to be in their 30s. One of them had his hand around his companion's wrist, the two studying the content flashed across the companion's mobile screen. The little public display of gesture (not affection yet) caught my eye. Despite being subtle enough, I assumed the two were gay and together. The one who had his hand around his boyfriend's wrist looked incredibly pretty, with a permed, wavy K-Pop hairdo. The other, a more masculine-looking dude, boyish hair cut. Both in tank tops, somewhat petite and slim. I stole a glance at the couple, and found myself all warmed up inside looking at them. I looked back at my parents to ensure I was still within their sight. Sure enough, a few feet away, and saw the edge of mom's lips curled ever-so-slightly upward as the couple passed her and dad. Mom was always an observant one. Despite age catching up and her eyes exhibiting early signs of cataract, she remained vigilant, cognizant, and aware of her surroundings. In part, because dad had lost 70-80% of his sight from surgery-induced glaucoma, which meant she had to be the hand that guides him forward, now and forever. It was equally heartwarming to see my mom embrace the sight before her, knowing how far she's come in accepting and realizing love is simply love, regardless of gender, or ethnicity. It wasn't always like this, or so I assume, it still isn't always like this. There are still days when mom struggles to say the word "gay." There are moments where she remains prudish, borderline irked and uncomfortable with the PDA from non-hetero couples she chances upon in public. Often, she chalks it down to platonic love. I can't tell if she's an ally, but I know for a fact she's past the point of "gay is bad," more so a case of, "Would my son find a man willing to care for him when I'm gone?" I consider that a little win. She will never bring herself to acknowledge the guys I've been seeing as my boyfriends, only ever referring to them as "friends." She had never once taken an interest in my love life, owing to the fact I am pretty private with the guys I meet, pursue, or date too. The subtle display of affection from the couple, however, must have been what she considered sweet, heartwarming, and just acceptable enough for her to be happy for them. These days, mom is the one stepping up to be the head of the family. Dad is a shell of himself. Once stoic, headstrong, and convicted, he has since been reduced to a timid, somewhat dependent, and anxious old man. I know, it's unfair of me to say he's been reduced, as the circumstances were beyond his control. Mom, on the other hand, once reserved, demure, and timid, has learned to take the reins, by no choice of hers. Even as I stood by a cafe looking at a strawberry pastry on our way to the car, mom was the one to go, "What do you want? Tell me, I'll pay for you." That used to be what dad said. This entire trip to Mid Valley wouldn't have been possible if not for my parents' request to drop them at the MRT station, so they could head downtown to sign some financial documents. Hours earlier, I offered to chauffeur them given the mid-year heat. It was meant to be a quick 30-minute drive to town, sign-and-go affair. Yet my parents playfully suggested making a pit stop at the mall for a quick lunch and errand. As they sat down at a congee restaurant to wolf down on their meal, I took a candid photo of the two, and texted my sis in down under of the unplanned trip. Her response, "Enjoy the time you have with them while they're still around. Life is unpredictable." "Is this about your boss?" I quipped. Sis was a doctor working in Australia, and she's been sharing stories of her elderly boss contracting terminal cancer, renal, if I'm not mistaken, and how he's opted for palliative care. "One of it, but we're growing older too, don't you think?" She responded. I left her message unanswered. Silently thinking to myself, "You romanticize death and aging far too much, sis." The truth is, such is the cycle of life. It is a painful process. It hurts to see ourselves wilt away, slowly but surely, too. It hurts to watch the people we love march toward the end of their lives. I confess, the older I get, the harder it is for me to get along with my parents. Dad, in particular. My other gay friends claim it's a usual case of "Daddy Issues," pun not intended. I find myself butting heads with dad due to our differing world views. With mom, it's case of household affairs, how she spoils and enables my elderly brother with his toxic behaviors, how she's had enough of it but chooses to silently endure them instead of calling him out, and constantly reminding me to never call out his bs, because she prefers it that way, however silently painful it still is. I've learned she doesn't quite understand my love language, nor I hers. Our interactions are often mechanical. Brief. Now and then, I still see her love come through. "I bought pan mee for you." "Dinner. Makan." "Cut some papayas for you." A long time ago, I wished it were a case of, "Honey, what's wrong? Talk to me." "Are you okay? Is there anything I can do for you?" "I'm so sorry I didn't notice, have you been trying to tell me this for a long time?" It never happened. Instead, well into her early 70s, it remains, "What do you want? I'll buy it for you." "I'll fork out half the payment if you ever want a laptop for work." "Your pants are sagging, tattered and loose. Go buy new pants, I'll give you money." "How much is your mobile bill this month? I pay." All of which I have vehemently refused as I know she's a housewife with little savings of her own. But I look at her, and I think, sure, she's isn't perfect. But she's still here. Oh sis, you romanticize death and aging far too much. Far too much... for my comfort.

No sia. But to be fair I also not looking around actively enough hahaha. will ping here if I find any good lobang

Well have to see on one self. if u have the mind and concept of cleaning just like me an a habitual cleaner. i dont like my place to be dusty or messy. so i always vacuum mop and clean the whole house. sometimes when i visit my parents place or my aunt their house is 90 percent messy so i help them clean up. i also do volunteer work at those old people houses with a crew of volunteer where we throw all their "treasures" and a clean up such as vacuum the floor mop the floor wash the windows wash the toilet sometimes a fresh new coat of paint as well

Wasted right? I feel for you. He's not the expressive type is it? I really like it when guys with sensitive nips react with their body movements and vocals.

Staying close to Jurong lakeside u til tomorrow if anyone is keen

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Nice boy Came back from a 13 days solo JP trip in Mar. Total spending about SGD3K including flight, accom, shinkansen, local transport, food, ... 2K per pax excluding accom should be more than enough, esp since you are not traveling outside of the Osaka/Kyoto area. Certain food and attractions can be expensive though. Not sure how old and active is your mum, but maybe USJ (with express pass) Osaka aquarium/ferris wheel/boat ride Dotonbori (of cos), Shinsekai Kyoto and the temples galore Seafood markets in Osaka and Kyoto Nara and the deers Kobe, the chinatown, the beef, and the viewpoint from the hill above And the Japanese food in all of the above cities

How is he making it about himself? You posted an article about people who have to care for their ageing parents well into their own senior years, Steve replied with his own experience on the matter. I think that is the point of any forum, to share individual perspectives, regardless of whether you agree with the person or not. From my own experience, both my mother and father’s parents died before they themselves became seniors - my mum’s parents, both biological and foster mother, passed away when I was a child and she was under 50. My dad’s father died when he was still a child and his mother when he was 49. He in turn passed away when I was 29. My mum is the one with the enduring good health and she’s now approaching 75 with no walking difficulties or other major chronic issues. One of the reasons is that I don’t coddle her by removing all physical obstacles - I let her clean the house, shop for groceries, pay for meals. It may seem selfish and unfilial from an Asian perspective, but I believe the older you get, the more crucial constant strain on your muscles become to maintain your ability to use them. By right all old folks should be going to the gym and huffing and puffing with weights they find significantly heavy in order to keep themselves strong. Strong muscles in turn minimise dementia and Alzheimers risks. But perversely we have become a society that thinks removing these strenuous activities is somehow a sign of love, together with constantly plying them with calorie-laden treats that have no nutritional value - the result is that they are living their golden years in a far poorer state than if they were not ‘loved’ so thoughtlessly. But I suppose how are the majority of us to know that when to us, the good life means walking as little as possible and eating as much as we like?

Anyone into naked outdoor?

Short summary: You’re a gay submissive exhibitionist, aroused by being exposed, watched, and handled by physically bigger men, while staying emotionally in control. How it happened (briefly): Early childhood embarrassment around nudity created heightened sensitivity to being seen naked. Teenage experiences (void deck, lift, urinal) connected exposure, risk, and validation directly with sexual excitement. Repeated reinforcement (dopamine + adrenaline from attention and exposure) solidified this into your core sexual wiring. As an adult, this transformed into your current attraction: submissive exhibitionism towards physically larger men, where you remain emotionally safe and in control.

Hi there " Welcome on board to the Blowing Wind forum"♥♥♥"

Yeah can understand how u feel

18 yr old nsf here looking for suckers in the east after coming out of camp

is there any known ways to "re-sensify" the nipples again?

I was that 30 year old virgin.🤣

It really depends on what activities you intend to do, where you want to eat and how much shopping you will be doing. 2k per person is a reasonable budget for regular trains, mainstream restaurants and sightseeing. How is your mum with stairs? Not all places have escalators or lifts. There will be some stairs that she'll have to deal with along the way. I find that in Kansai area of Japan - Osaka, Kyoto, Nara, and even Kobe, the private train companies have stations better located to the places you would want to go compared the national JR train system. You don't have to buy any train passes. Just get the ICOCA card, which is the Osaka equivalent of the EZlink card and tap and pay as you go. Also, Japan has this volunteer tour guide scheme where you can arrange to meet locals who will bring you around for sightseeing. It's a good way to tour if you've not been there before and also get to know Japanese locals. Since they are volunteers, it's not a paid service. Typically I would treat the guides to lunch and we get to chat while having a meal together. Below page is from Japan tourism board with list of volunteer guide groups. You can contact those that are based in Osaka and Kyoto and see if they can match you with an available guide during your visit. https://www.japan.travel/en/plan/list-of-volunteer-guides/

Seek to suck now at Clementi Mall.. or Clementi area..

Finally found an alternative for gym buddy to motivate going to gym regularly. Wearing yoga tights and sports bra under a big t-shirt, knowing that some other gym goer may be staring at my tights covered butt, with my panties outline showing. Motivating to aim for wearing nicer and more fitted yoga tights and sports bra, hopefully will be slim enough to openly wear sports bra to exercise.

For the time being, prevailing norm is single children become default caregiver. What is crucial is support esp for single gay children.

just visited there earlier, too crowded and too many kids

Anyone will be at jurong east later today?

Anyone at civic?

Hosting for edging session. DM if you're keen to be edged.

Hi all, I always wanted to be masturbated by a stranger, milked or edged by mature or fem, if possible much older man, in a quiet public space like a pool or dark alley haha. Still possible in this day and age? In Malaysia? 29 M, based in PJ. Uncut here. If have toys like sounds or rings, please try on me hehe. Can sit in your car too.

Suddenly, Darius’s voice cut through the haze, sharp yet tinged with reluctance. “Hold it. Let’s pause,” he said, his tone a mix of professional restraint and barely concealed desire. Blaze and I froze, the blindfolds still in place, our breaths heavy with frustration and surprise. “We’ve got something incredible here,” Darius continued, his camera lowering as he stepped closer, his presence a tangible force. “But I want to shift gears. Let’s take this energy to the living room.” His words were met with a shared groan from us, the interruption jarring, yet his excitement was infectious, promising a new canvas for our passion. We removed the blindfolds, blinking as the world came back into focus, the mirror reflecting our flushed faces and disheveled appearances. Blaze’s eyes met mine, a flicker of playful chagrin passing between us, as if we both mourned the abrupt end to our sensory dance but were eager for what lay ahead. Darius, sensing our reluctance, offered a reassuring smile. “Trust me, this next set will be just as intense,” he said, his hand briefly brushing my arm. My assistant, who had been quietly observing, stepped forward to help gather the ties, his own expression a mix of amusement and curiosity at the shift in mood. The transition to the living room was a deliberate shift, the air cooling slightly as we left the bedroom’s intimate cocoon. Darius had meticulously prepared the space, transforming the ordinary living room into a studio alive with possibility. Natural light poured through the large windows, bathing the living room in a golden glow that cast soft, shifting shadows across the walls, accentuating every contour of our bodies as we moved into the new setting. The singlets Darius provided were as minimalistic as the thongs, hugging our forms like a second skin, the fabric clinging to our sweat-dampened muscles, leaving little to the imagination yet offering a fresh canvas for his artistic vision. Each step into this new phase felt like carrying the bedroom’s heat with us, the interruption only heightening our anticipation. Blaze and I exchanged a glance, the unspoken tension from our blindfolded encounter in the bedroom lingering like a pulse beneath our skin, now laced with the promise of new poses and possibilities. His eyes, still carrying the heat of our private night, held a spark of anticipation, mirroring the thrill coursing through me. Darius, already behind his camera, directed us to stand closer, his voice regaining its commanding edge, now softened with a seductive undertone. “Let’s channel that energy,” he said, his lens poised to capture the next chapter of our story, the living room now a stage where the fire we’d ignited would burn even brighter under the golden glow of natural light streaming through the windows.

Anyone know a good place to cruise in bukit batok / clementi / jurong east & the specific toilets etc. + timing?

Looking for btm to practise fucking. Pm to discuss.

Looking to suck cut cock. send dms

i can still remember my first time was with my cousin. we both were watching robocop movie and we were like 14 if im not mistaken. we watched it and suddenly dunno what happen that we both were naked. then we suddenly played with ourself then suddenly we touch each other so as we jerk of each other while watching the movie robocop. my cousin said let watch porn. so we watched porn and its was a mixed of normal and gay porn so tried we suck each other off then we tried 69 then god knows what came into our mind that i took my parents condoms and we tried anal each other.

Any top nearby need to be sucked?

Missed connection: you were this big bulky chinese guy by the name of Joseph. Hope to find and fuck you again.

No one replies also ma.. Near city square

anyone in the east want to plan and coordinate a day and time to recreate and remake a groping in public transport situation?

Anyone wanna cum in my undies

at specific time like around 3pm - 4pm, avoid lunch time.., or the top level toilet which is near the Kopitiam there

Haha, used to teach for fun, and I was certified. Why I gave up my license was because I really didn't have to time even to teach,and as I grow older, I'm really trying to avoid the sun, hah. ( for u guys that wanna save money) Anyway,swimming (in theory) is all about repetition and muscle memory.. So if u are practising new 2-3 items that day, it will be like 8 x 25m 1 8 x 25m 2 8 x 25m 3 Then maybe say 4x25 full stroke ( even if it's shit) Some items or what can just pull of YouTube la... Meaning u do a decent freestyle 50m, abt 50s -1minute, u probably would have trained few kilometres already, but there's still room for improvement, coz most people can't do beyond 4 laps at a decent speed. Repetition, clock mileage, small improvements, with small improvements.

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Size not important.. as long as u can put in my mouth.. hehe.

Looking for AF gym buddy at Hougang. Similar standards and timings preferred.

30, on my birthday... when I finally accepted and embraced the fact that I am gay. Had been denying it by dating gals...

In time of crisis, despair is rampant probably due to the fact that everyone is fending for himself. We need to stay positive by engaging in work activities that could take our minds away from senseless and sometimes dark negative thoughts. We could look for positives in life like a religious faith, meditation, prayers, chanting, books and connections etc. (friends, relatives, family and colleagues) to stay focus. Even a small pet or a simple hobby like gardening or baking could let you find peace of mind and relaxation. Those of us who despair may find that in time of crisis, there are also opportunities to refresh & regain a foothold on life positively again. Let us be confident of a better life after moments of despair. Let there be a new person who is stronger and walk out bravely from this period of uncertainty. Life is better only if you could count your blessings in life and look at every situation with hopeful eyes. Through the lens of positive thinking, we are that beacon of hope for many people who may need the light of hope. Life is good if only we do what is good for ourselves and others.