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Open for mass interpretation and variance. Do you really believe that one day we just shut off to the idea of sex? Do you believe it just turns off like a light switch like she implied? Surly she has some indication or evidence that something has happened that might make her less inclined for the booty.... |
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Gee has offered up her rectum to my unholy plungings. I will defend her right to non-sequitors to the death. |
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i have a date tomorrow. guh. |
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dostoyevsky's underground man-- bumbling through life, grimacing in pleasure. running endless jibs about being consumed by emptiness, debilitated by circumstance, marginalized by society. sick soul. motherfucker oughtta proctor conversation #7. red on the walls, red on the door- cruelty on the killing floor. a wise woman once asked me if i'd rather banish my demons or break them... kick sick tricks to the curb or send them down to their knees to eat from my hand. choose the latter. fry it down hard, serve it up hot. c'mere, pookie-pookie. it's snacktime. |
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it's just that dating is so empty and dumb and cruel. the process, at the least the first stages of it, are not enjoyable for me anymore... simply because there are so few of these dates who seem to be able to act real. they always have a pretty face to put on and be on their best behavior. first dates are so tough. i think it'll be ok just because i like getting to know people, it's interesting. but this is sort of like a "getting set up" type of thing, which is tricky. you can't get set up for love. it doesn't happen that way. you grow into it, it's a process, love is actions, not necessarily a feeling (hi Dan). i don't want dates. i don't even necessarily want to fall in love anymore. now i just want to meet someone who has cleared out most of the contents of their baggage and with whom i simply can be real. and vice versa. i want to nurture and be nurtured. i want to talk and laugh and be a good, loyal, fun companion. i realize you gotta start somewhere, but all i'm saying is that dating is just sometimes plain tedious and contrived. obviously i have a bad attitide about it. the good news is that he actually selected a really neat place to meet for drinks and maybe pupus or dinner, and we're both gym addicts who have hired trainers, though we didn't meet there. and he's a ph.d. candidate so he's got to have some brains. (lots of bodies around here, not a lot of brains, so this is good.) anyway. if nothing else, if he has a good sense of humor about life, maybe i'll have someone to invite to what will be a mostly torturous company holiday banquet next month. wish me luck. |
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im glad im not in the dating pool...im glad i've gotten all that out of the way so to speak whats best is when you get passed the point in which ass play is comfortable.....and you are happy to pee in front of each other.... key benchmarks of progress now when you get the farting phase...well you know you are in good. the mrs. and i still don't fart in front of each other, and we sure as hell don't #2 in front of each other. we have had some humbling moments...but im gearing up for golden days of bed pans and suppositories. |
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i had a dream the other night. i was being pursued, sexually and romantically, by Kevin. who i adore. talk about growing into love. anyway, i was stoked that he was, finally, pursuing me, but he looked more like my old, horrible boyfriend from way back. so i was at once happy and filled with horror. and every time the sexual part advanced, touching-wise, i would panic, because i didn't want him to see me naked because i thought he wouldn't love me anymore then. even though kevin is way better than that, still. men have limits. those were my dreaming thoughts. |
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I don't think anything Angela said was "simple". I think they were legitimet questions and concerns. J, my e-mail is the same as always. try again? |
that must be the female take. |
i didn't attempt to make the subject any more or less legitimate.....the only thing that seems illegitimate is the post itself... what was "simple" in my mind is asking us, if it's normal when we have no clue WHY she's not having sex.... is she not with anyone? does she have physical problems related or unrelated to sex? does she have a bad self image? asking us such a question as to whether or not her problem is normal with no info as to why is overly simple in my mind.....but hardly "dumbass" miss gee so poo on you |
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sometime in late April. it was really, really bad. |
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you'll have to email me or post the link though, because i don't remember it. if all else fails there's always morse code. |
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angela, i understand what you are saying...i DO more than Im allowed to reveal. |
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http://dictionaries.travlang.com/ItalianEnglish/ |
or try this: http://world.altavista.com/ italian to english is one of the drop-down options. |
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"...not allowed to reveal.." my little ass, you're just baiting. |
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he was very nice, but he was a stiff white guy. weird, because on paper it would seem we have a lot in common, but there was no click. i don't get it. he's very smart, a tech geek, into fitness, and very attractive. and yet... nothing. just sort of boring. if we're that much the same, i guess that makes me boring too. i would say at least i met a new friend, except i can't say i clicked with him enough even to want to hang out as pals once in a while. i got lots of pals already, anyway. oh well. no big deal really. i drank a couple beers and ate more poke and enjoyed his company for a couple hours. but you know, i don't want to keep doing this. dating and being set up with people, it's too contrived and just demoralizing. |
you're right: and expensive too. glad I'm not a pistachio on someone's ass. Deviate or deviant? |
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look, for whatever reason, i can't stop reading these fucking boards. i tried to stop, yeah. i've tried lots of times. but it just never happens. i keep regressing. every morning i get hazelnut coffee delivered and i tell myself, "NO! SELF! I WILL *NOT* PULL UP MARK'S EVIL PALE LITTLE BLATHERHOLE! I KNOW IT'S ALL CHUCKLEFUCK EMO-SPEW! I KNOW I'D BE BETTER OFF HUFFING ROACH SPRAY AND WATCHING RERUNS OF THE JERRY SPRINGER SHOW! DAMMIT, I KNOW!!! FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, I KNOW!!" same shit happens when i order the vanilla creme. i don't know what to do, kid. so let me do this: i know at least five single guys of varying races and professions that have a history of digging women who might be just like you! they're blonde, spiritually unfulfilled, sometimes emotionally unstable, often intellectually demoralized, and always looking for fresh meat. so let me offer up this: candidate number one: enter orlando reyes. puerto rican. early to mid thirties. strictly straight. claims to be sexually advanced. (we call him MISTA "O") professional painter. world travelled and very into philosophy, weight lifting, dancing, and hashish. extremely willing to couch-surf in hawaii if the waves in your neighborhood are right. candidate number two: enter devious doze green. west-indian. mid-thirties. strictly straight. married but possibly available to weekend flings that may eventually lead to genetic franchising... member of the Rock Steady Crew. professional painter, professional graf-writer, has done work for OM records in san francisco and is known to shout "AAAAWWWWWW SUKI-SUKI NOW!!!!!" if provided with enough blackberry brandy. he likes philosophy, too. but it's mostly limited to the "whoa... mad cool!" variety. consume at your own risk. candidate three: enter all day eddie. long-haired irishman. claims to be strictly straight. (but goddammit, i live next door to the store and i swear to god that motherfucker's been hooking up with the transvestite on the corner) uhhh... anyway.... he's got this used cd store and he gives me great deals that can only get better when i find that fucker a real live woman... and yeah, he can string along a sentence or two as well... ok. so there you have it. i know that was only three instead five, but to be honest with ya kid, i'm too fucking exhausted to deal with coughing up anymore shithead friends... but rest assured-- front uncle swine with a $500 service fee and he'll be sure to hook you up with a life-long mate. at least for a weekend, anyway. trust me. |
it keeps pulling me back in. i don't know about setting up booty call over the net and i'm not even going there. i just wanna pass on a hale-hearted fuck you all for having the audacity to occupy my thoughts while i'm pissing, cooking, sleeping, living. . . i don't even know what you all look like but i imagine you tsk tsking me. if i were a better writer i could make this sound funny rather than sad. bah. you're all a bunch of mammals. grin. hug. |
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ouch makes me cry. |
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So I took it as a complement. |
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so what's the big deal about depravity? |
sucked in, but that's it. Then, of course, I spend a few hours catching up and then I'm good and hooked for a week, hitting reload to see if anyone's said anything in the last 10 minutes. But anyway... Admitted deviant, I'm actually trying to increase my deviancy. I'll let y'all know how it goes. |
It should. It's nice. It serves a purpose. |
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