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Originally Posted by Ergo
Mixedmedia,
You ain’t getting it, babe. I am not the “dude” type. Dependent on the day I am more like James Dean/Marlon Brando (a blend of Coronel Kurt while is being stroked in the ass like in the Last Tango)/Ghetto Pimp type, biatch.
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Sorry to break apart your post and respond in pieces, I don't like doing that but your post is lengthy and my responses would seem disjointed and confusing otherwise. Besides, this is more like we are having a conversation...rather than just being talked at.
1. You called me babe.
2. If you were singing 'The End' in your head when you wrote the title of this thread, then you are most certainly (at least bordering) on dude-ism.
3. Last Tango references only marginally make-up for Jim Morrison references.
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Well, my predicament is even more nonnegotiable than yours. Herein my conditions: I require that all the forum staff line-up take the pants, underpants, skirts, cockrings, buttplugs, etc down and ask vehemently for my forgiveness while masturbating and trying to impersonate George W. Bush. Please, don’t take this erroneously, it is not for anything sexual that I want you to do that (I am sorry to crush your hopes), it is just for the humiliation enjoyment.
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Considering the above 'finger sodomy' reference, I'm surprised at this claim that humiliation enjoyment is not sexual.
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Ok, I understand that I am putting the bar a little bit higher of what you are ready for (yes, I know you are set for everything except the W thing); but I am really doing it on behalf of the manifest love that I have for you all. Let me explain. The only way I can stay here is by being me, and that implies that the only thing I can do with your so call hierarchy is handing it thru the space between my testicular bags following with the wiping of that place where the back losses its decent name. Sorry but I don’t play sucker to the webmasters of the universe, you have herds of people that will do that if that is what you enjoy.
Don’t you see? If I stay here those tender flocks that like to cherish your hierarchy will get really angry when they notice that I don’t lick ass like them; and therefore you may regretfully get a vital decrease of the dear asslicking stock. It is for my love of you and the asslicking enjoyment of the masses that I cannot allow that to occur and therefore I prefer to sacrifice myself.
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You know what? I don't believe you. I think you want to stay.
And the hierarchy I speak of has nothing to do with internet protocol or asslickers or webmasters, it has to do with trust. We have a lot of people here who have been coming to this place to talk and share and vent and gush for many years. We have shared all sorts of personal information with each other about our lives, our families, our sexual experiences, our beliefs, our creative works, and much more. Certainly you can understand the dynamics at play here. We don't know you. We know nothing about you. If you prefer to maintain a playful distance and simply take pleasure in toying with people then you're not going to stake a claim for yourself here. We have people here who are assholes, who are arrogant, who are pushy, who don't pull any punches when it comes to pointing out stupidity, hypocrisy, obtuseness, ignorance - in fact, I am sure that I am at least one of those things to any number of people here. But the fact is, those of us who stay here have gone to the trouble to expose ourselves and make ourselves vulnerable at least once in a while. This is a necessary component to establishing yourself and getting people to, if not agree with you, then at least take you seriously. We like to think of ourselves as a community. You may scoff at that in all your vainglorious discernment, but frankly I don't think we give a shit. Either you get it or you don't.
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Finally my genuine parabolic opinion:
Rational Woman doesn’t remember exactly how it started. It is like somehow it has been always there. There, on the back of her mouth almost sliding on the verge of her throat; it just begun to grow. But it is so pretty, astonishing beautiful, and it expands and contracts every day, and it takes all kind forms and textures while doing it, chocolate fir, dancing mercury, silvery snow. Sometimes it really hurts, like a stalactite kiss or a fire scrape, but even then she cannot stop feeling how gorgeous it is.
When she told her friends about it everybody toss her back their opinions with such a reassurance. Don’t worry darling, just take these pills and it would go away, it made wonders with my abrasive detestness, and by the way it is also very good for the premenstrual monotony. No sweetie, Annie doesn’t have a clue, I have such a terrible worldnews dislocation and I can tell you that there is nothing like a good window shopping treatment to cure everything. Let me tell you something, he said looking so seriously at her eyes while his hand was making an advance over her forearm, I know a surgeon that will leave you like a brand new woman. That was enough. She invited him to her house. He allowed her to tie him up in the bed very easily. Then she put her panties in his mouth, fixed a fork in his penis and started turning it around more and more until his piggy prick popped out in a bath of blood. Then she chopped just the tip of his fingers one by one with a suitable carving knife then continuing hatching up the rest of his limbs using a saw once thick bone was reached. She just buried the tidy wrapped quartered remains in meadow nearby. In the following time she gave the proper treatment to quite a drove of men; and later on she started disposing women too; all properly buried in that meadow.
Then it was that she invited this woman and when she was getting ready it just happened. They didn’t say anything just looked at each other and understood. Oh silence, splendid silence, never underestimate what it is not pronounced. Then they kissed and while doing that it expanded and flourished like silky water from her throat and between the kiss’ saliva slid into her partner’s mouth and engaged her and they took knowledge of each other. She possessed every part of her body and slap her and debase her and caress her and drink her and cuddle her with such an anxious love as can only exists when you know that your lover is going to die. The thing begun to expand outside their bodies and it exploded and created a universe with galaxies and startdust and little people scratching their heads in their spinning little planets. And then it finally collapsed on the back of her mouth and there they were just looking at each other again. She left her go. They never saw each other again. It continued to grow into even more beautiful forms. One day is going to kill her though. Some nights she goes to the meadow and lie there while hearing the music of the corpses underground.
Well, so much for a discussion that didn’t exists. Good night.
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I like this. Too bad you can't emerge from your blanket of contempt and show us where it came from.