<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509670438535729003</id><updated>2011-05-18T07:38:44.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff DL Men Like</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is dedicated to stuff that all DL men like</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffdlmenlike.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509670438535729003/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffdlmenlike.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tyreek James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14483990444171949735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiuJh4KQNfA/R9tCsPpnAhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v-xsav2_6ZA/S220/questionmark.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509670438535729003.post-7353420377077912333</id><published>2008-03-14T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:17:13.708-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#3 - NSA (No Strings Attached)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiuJh4KQNfA/R-cRvwq_T2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/2AmJTjaDmtY/s1600-h/nsa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiuJh4KQNfA/R-cRvwq_T2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/2AmJTjaDmtY/s320/nsa.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181129408529780578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This couldn't be further from the truth. DL Men love NSA anything with men. You know why? We love this because we can always cut the strings. It's simple. DL men can and probably will never be able to combine being DL as well and handle anything that requires attachment. Here's the top two reasons why (there are more...but for this illustration, two will suffice):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1st Reason: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DL men more than likely are already involved. We're mixed in relationships. We're mixed in marriages. We're mixed in situations with women. More than likely, it's extensive too. You never really run into a DL man who doesn't have some type of situation already going on. For that reason alone - we have to do what we can do best, and that's get our freak on with other men without anyone finding out. How can this happen successfully? We cut strings! Women won't experience terse and curt behavior from us. But men, after we've had our fill, it's out the door and we don't give a damn about how you feel. Remember, in the end, it's really about how we feel. And when we need to cut it - we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;2nd Reason: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Not only are DL men mixed into relationships, but we've got an image to uphold. Our image is everything. How others perceive us is what makes us thrive and live and be. If others have the slightest suspicions about our behavior, we do something to knock that idea or possibility out of the door. For this reason alone, NSA works to our advantage. How easy is it to get what you need, when you need, with no attachments? When you know how to work the game and ensure that no one knows what's happening, we become secure and can essentially move about with ease. Remembers, it's about an image - and we can't have strings dangling bringing about our past experiences. For that reason alone, it's NSA all the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, we love saying what we need to and doing what we need to in order to get what we need to get. But in the end, reality sets in and it's impossible for us to live life giving our all to two people. We have to prioritize and some things are more important than others. In the grand scheme of things, we've only got so much to give. So, we have to make sure that we only attach what we need to. In many cases, especially when it comes to freaking other men, chances are, it will always end with NSA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-TJ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509670438535729003-7353420377077912333?l=stuffdlmenlike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffdlmenlike.blogspot.com/feeds/7353420377077912333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509670438535729003&amp;postID=7353420377077912333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509670438535729003/posts/default/7353420377077912333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509670438535729003/posts/default/7353420377077912333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffdlmenlike.blogspot.com/2008/03/3-nsa-no-strings-attached.html' title='#3 - NSA (No Strings Attached)'/><author><name>Tyreek James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14483990444171949735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiuJh4KQNfA/R9tCsPpnAhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v-xsav2_6ZA/S220/questionmark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_wiuJh4KQNfA/R-cRvwq_T2I/AAAAAAAAAA4/2AmJTjaDmtY/s72-c/nsa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509670438535729003.post-1085978181275691715</id><published>2008-03-14T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:17:13.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#2 - Women, Early Morning - Men, Late Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiuJh4KQNfA/R9v1OvpnAmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRLGmYYC_4E/s1600-h/couple-bed-laugh-kiss-300-051407.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiuJh4KQNfA/R9v1OvpnAmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRLGmYYC_4E/s320/couple-bed-laugh-kiss-300-051407.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178001830250480226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This, my friends, is also the truth. You see DL men, as inconspicuous as they appear to seem, must attempt by great measures not to blow their covers (no pun intended). As a result, DL men must prove to their wives and girlfriends that everything is just fine on the home base. You see, DL men have an acute ability to make sure calm waters remain just that...calm. For if the normal trend is interrupted in any way, the results could be more disastrous than that of the effects of the tsunami in Sri Lanka.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Here's an example of what I mean: Fellow DL man James is an average DL guy. He's naturally masculine, well groomed, average height, average weight, but mad sexy. He has one hell of a wife too. She's petite, light, long hair, wonderful smile, and thick in all the right places. Women are emotional beings. James knows that he must fulfill his wife's emotional needs before anything else. If she's unfulfilled emotionally, even for the slightest second, she'll be questioning why and will be playing Inspector Gadget unlike any woman ever could. James, being inspired by companionship and hell-a-fied sex from the same gender (male), needs physical companionship. He has a problem, doesn't he?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He could have a problem  if he doesn't play his cards right. James' solution is similar to that of every other DL man. James has to make sure his wife is satisfied emotionally before his needs are met. He spends time with her. He asks her about her day. He converses about the things that are important to her. She is loving the attention she's getting from her man. He solidifies the Boston &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(reference to all my Spades or Bid playas out there)&lt;/span&gt; by turning the emotional to physical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Please note, this is for her pleasure only. He grabs her from behind and places his hands around her waist. He grazes the back of her neck with his tongue - going in circles as she starts to feel warm. He turns her around and passionately kisses her, one hand on her chin (showing his aggression and making her feel safe) and the other underneath her bra. He moves one hand slowly down her stomach, underneath her panties, and plays with her causing her to continue to moan in ecstasy. He has to finish so he continues to kiss her - while he undresses her - and fucks the shit out of her raw right where she stands. As he finishes, she is enamored at his ability, and her heart flutters, making the impression of this man settle deeper and deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;He cleans up well - throws on a t-shirt and Timbs - a few splashes of Issey or John Paul - a basketball cap (either backwards or slightly cocked to the side) and tells his wife he's going to hang out w/the fellas tonight, not to wait up, and he'll be back. He hugs her again and passionately kisses her - reminding her that she belongs to him. He knows full well, he'll have to perform this same act tomorrow morning so as to ensure the water remains calm. But as for tonight, he's doing what most other DL men do and like - going out to act as what he really is...a social top. He'll be out with his boys late at night only to return and perform his unapologetic, sad, tired, but so increasingly effective ritual with his woman in the early morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ladies, observe him closely during this time. If he still has that faint smell of Issey or John Paul, then you're good. Become one with these scents, chances are, they've been mixed with something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-TJ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509670438535729003-1085978181275691715?l=stuffdlmenlike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffdlmenlike.blogspot.com/feeds/1085978181275691715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509670438535729003&amp;postID=1085978181275691715' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509670438535729003/posts/default/1085978181275691715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509670438535729003/posts/default/1085978181275691715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffdlmenlike.blogspot.com/2008/03/2-women-early-morning-men-late-night.html' title='#2 - Women, Early Morning - Men, Late Night'/><author><name>Tyreek James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14483990444171949735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiuJh4KQNfA/R9tCsPpnAhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v-xsav2_6ZA/S220/questionmark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_wiuJh4KQNfA/R9v1OvpnAmI/AAAAAAAAAAw/JRLGmYYC_4E/s72-c/couple-bed-laugh-kiss-300-051407.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509670438535729003.post-1333295654950845923</id><published>2008-03-14T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T00:17:14.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>#1 - Social Tops</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiuJh4KQNfA/R9tF7fpnAlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JqIBH3oAqew/s1600-h/theboysqt3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 251px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiuJh4KQNfA/R9tF7fpnAlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JqIBH3oAqew/s320/theboysqt3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177809085003137618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Just ask our friends wonderful new friends&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.dlb.typepad.com/"&gt;Derrick L. Briggs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: arial; font-weight: bold;" href="http://abenjaminirby.typepad.com/"&gt;Adam Benjamin Irby&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; and they will help confirm all the latest suspicions. I hate to say it, but DL guys love &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;social tops&lt;/span&gt;. Whether we meet them with their girlfriends, wives, at the office, the gym, or a casual walk in the park, we love seeing a masculine, well trimmed, lovely-put-together, ensemble of a man. It's absolutely true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Clearly defined, a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;social top &lt;/span&gt;is simply one who appears as if he contains all the right ingredients to be the perfect &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;masculine-aggressive&lt;/span&gt; man in the bedroom, but behind closed doors is quite the opposite. When compared, his Timbs go in the air faster than yours. His shreek and squeal as you part his ass and eat him out resembles the melodious harmonies of Diana Ross in "Lady Sings the Blues." He wears a doo-rag, a fitted cap, a large piece of neck jewelry, speaks with an urban vernacular, and has a swagger to his walk. However, when it's all said and done, he's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:arial;" &gt; "shaking his derrière from the House of Dereon"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; almost as good as Beyonce.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Although he appears to be aggressive and naturally a top, &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;he's quite the contrary.&lt;/span&gt; He remains limp and flaccid as you put him in the missionary, lube him up, and begin to pound into every bit of what used to be his man-hood. He enjoys it. He pulls you in closer and doesn't want you to stop. He moans - it gets high pitched. He can't forget who he is and what he is - so he quickly reverts to a more tenor-esque verbal signal of his enjoyment. As you begin to speed up for your release - he wants it in one place...his mouth. You don't disagree and give the man what he wants. When it's over, he puts on his jeans (slightly sagged of course), his white t-shirt, his hoodie, his fitted cap (typically slanted or backwards), his Timbs, Jordan's or, Air Force Ones, and he gives you a hand shake and a slight hug along with a simple, "I'm out son!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;DL men, well, what can I say? We love it. And it makes it so much easier for women to observe us and think nothing of the situation. The next time you see two &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"straight" &lt;/span&gt;guys too close together - smell both of them. If they smell alike, it's guaranteed that one is a Social Top.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Teaching,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-TJ (Tyreek James)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;tyreekjames@yahoo.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509670438535729003-1333295654950845923?l=stuffdlmenlike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffdlmenlike.blogspot.com/feeds/1333295654950845923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509670438535729003&amp;postID=1333295654950845923' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509670438535729003/posts/default/1333295654950845923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509670438535729003/posts/default/1333295654950845923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffdlmenlike.blogspot.com/2008/03/1-social-tops.html' title='#1 - Social Tops'/><author><name>Tyreek James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14483990444171949735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiuJh4KQNfA/R9tCsPpnAhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v-xsav2_6ZA/S220/questionmark.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_wiuJh4KQNfA/R9tF7fpnAlI/AAAAAAAAAAo/JqIBH3oAqew/s72-c/theboysqt3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509670438535729003.post-464160856798435120</id><published>2008-03-14T06:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T06:27:52.891-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Introduction</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;What's up world? I hope all is well and wonderful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Plain and simple, I'm a man - a dude - strong and sensual. So much so that it's caused me to run over to the other side and check things out. You think you know me, but you don't. Just know, that I am a lot closer than you think.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This will be a chance for a brotha like me to share all I can with the world. As raw (no pun intended) as I can - I plan on sharing all the stuff that DL men like.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Sit back, don't relax, take out a pen and paper and take notes. You'll learn if you listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Ready to Teach,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;-TJ (Tyreek James)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509670438535729003-464160856798435120?l=stuffdlmenlike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://stuffdlmenlike.blogspot.com/feeds/464160856798435120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509670438535729003&amp;postID=464160856798435120' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509670438535729003/posts/default/464160856798435120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509670438535729003/posts/default/464160856798435120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://stuffdlmenlike.blogspot.com/2008/03/introduction.html' title='The Introduction'/><author><name>Tyreek James</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14483990444171949735</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_wiuJh4KQNfA/R9tCsPpnAhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/v-xsav2_6ZA/S220/questionmark.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
