Since so many of you seem to thoroughly enjoy the soft cock ..

Since so many of you seem to thoroughly enjoy the soft cock photos. Which one is your favourite? For me it's pic 5. I feel like that photo could have been chiselled from marble. Also I've received some really positive feedback on my longform posts/journal entries, so for now they are here to stay! Todays Journal: I guess i'll speak on one of my hobbies and interests, because it's relevant to the fundraiser I recently put up. Cars, Racing, and Automotive Art. My parents were poor as hell growing up. My first car cost $300, not a single window worked (one of them was literally clear plastic that had been put into the window slots) radio didn't work, interior was falling apart, exterior was falling apart. I had probably the worst car on the schools parking lot (I owned this car from 16-18) and definitely got shit for it from others. But the car had a manual transmission and I drove the hell out of it. Because of the jabs I got from the cool guys with their cool cars I spent a fair bit of time daydreaming about owning exotic sports car. Pretending that my car was a nice sports car when I was driving around town. This was around the time the Audi R8 first came out, and it immediately became my dream car, and still is. I knew a few spots with gravel or dirt roads too, and being a guy who was 16 and prone to taking risks that far outweighed the rewards, would take my beat up rust bucket and try to practice drifting. My car didn't make the power to drift on any real road. After a year or so of steady improving, I had finally reached the point where my skills had surpassed the cars ability. It was a major and defining moment for me. I conquered this machine. My abilities were greater than my cars. That's how my passion for cars started. I began watching Formula One, Indy Car, and GP. Watching these things sparked my interest in learning more about the history of the renown automotive manufacturers that I saw racing. Audi, Ferrari, McLaren, Porsche. I began to read about the feats of engineering that went into these cars, and began to revere them as a form of art. Then I got my first decent car, which in hindsight I can't believe I ever drove because the car's styling is just not to my taste in any capacity. A 2003 Audi TT. Coming from my shit box though it felt like a huge step up and was as close as I could get to that Audi R8. I finally had a car with a bit of speed to it, or at least compared to anything I had driven at that time. I moved through a handful of cars over the next few years, figuring out my own taste and what I enjoyed in a car. Finally I ended up buying a Nissan Skyline GTR (R32) and that began my love of JDM, and 90's Japanese cars as a whole. It's still probably my favourite genre of car. I no longer have it, but I think about that car daily. I didn't need a car in Europe, and I couldn't afford anything I really wanted, and I would rather walk than drive a car I don't feel impassioned by, so I bid my time. When I moved back to the US last year I still wasn't in the spot to buy what I really wanted but that Mercedes was on sale for a good price, so I bought it. It's not the quickest, but as I age my need for speed off the race track has mostly disappeared. I value other peoples lives too much to put them in danger by driving recklessly, which is not the same principle of thought I had when I was in my early 20s and felt invincible. Ultimately, the reason I love cars is because they are a form of art and expression that you don't simply observe, but experience.