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i've notice a growing phenomen among the blogs. it's spreading faster than the dreaded C. there is no vaccine.

it is the passive aggressive tactics of the controlling know-it-alls. the suggestion that if one disagrees, the result is being accused of ignorance or a lack of brains. this arrogant display of verbal insults seem entirely spewed by the male population. their belittling barbs fall short of their marks.

the infantile remarks written by such reminds me of little children in bibs, while their toxic drool is collected in the folds.

these so-called men are laughable, at best. their go-to insults exhibit their lack of imagination and are clear examples of a stalled mind.

..after that blog about wanking and photos..our little pilot has gone awol.

Come on you old dog..I got this treatment years ago..man up and get back in here with your soft top mercedes and steel toe cap CAT boots.

Just coz you're a lousy wanker, take it on the chin and move on geezer.

CDC recommendations, highly influenced by crime boss Dr Fauci (WHO is in bed with Bill Fakes), have new guidelines in place.
i found this leaflet under my windshield wipers while i was shopping at my local strip mall.
according to this new literature, a fabric mask IS NOT enough to protect yourself or others against the Covid 19 DELTA/DEADLY virus.

folklore spread throughout the land that double masking was enough. IT'S NOT. there have been documented cases that merely being fearful of the VIRUS can transmit the germs. some believe the wive's tail that the VIRUS can be transmitted through Whatsap or other online mediums. scientists have proven this IS the case. to ensure the safety of yourself and others, the CDC and Godfather Dr Fauci highly urge the greater population to be photographed, ONLY IF A MASK IS WORN. data shows, backed up by the WHO, that viewing the bare face of a human makes the eyeballs vulnerable to the DELTA SCOURGE.

Wannabe Dr. Bill Fakes of the Bill Fakes Foundation has a special offer for the first 100 callers. Free shipping for BOGO's

ok, i will be bold with this one...because i think i might not be alone.

it wasn't until very recently, i have overcome the terror of seeing the man part up close and personal. in the past, it was a comfort that the man part hid nicely in my woman part. i chose to keep the man parts a mystery. i barely could look at them. they are so different from my own. now, i never really examined my parts either. they're in an out of the way place unless a mirror is in hand.

i have been exploring sex because, i'm a natural tourist. i've traveled places without a guide and learned a lot about myself and the places i've been. it only makes sense that i take this approach with the human body.

i did get the jitters, while investigating the male topography. like walking in a strange neighborhood, it's a little scary. i did manage to find a very good tour guide who encouraged me to embrace his member, allowing me to take more of a scientific approach. knowledge is power, i have heard and now believe. i have been intimate in the past but my guide coaxed me into being an intimate observer of the wonders of man. what i once found uncomfortably odd, i now find rather attractive, even beautiful. his form is no longer a mythical sea monster that i should cover my eyes and scream at the sight of. rather, i am in ah(a pun) at it's amazing shape-shifting abilities.

my guide also encouraged me to shave the lady parts. this act revealed an intimate relationship with myself. i have never been comfortable with my parts, thinking they are as odd looking as the very different man parts. after shaving away the shroud of mystery, i was able to really look at my parts, as a scientist would. i am now more comfortable with places generally closed to the public.

to assist in my mantra "knowledge is power", i casually am an armchair tourist of both man and woman parts. this has taken away the adjective "odd" and replaced it with "amazing".

the human body is a natural wonder. i urge people to get their passport stamped.

I am always searching for ways to make life more tolerable without succumbing to another romantic relationship. Without having to make a commitment but still receiving benefits.

Since, for me, it was always the romantic feelings that made sex so exciting. The simple phrase “I love you”, was the password that unlocked my clubhouse door. Unfortunately, when the romantic part went south, my desire evaporates, and no clubhouse.

I’ve met someone who doesn’t wish to be anything more than a player in a game of cards. We meet at least once a week to play. He knows a lot of games and I let him deal. There is no talk of love or commitment. We can play cards with others without jealousy or ownership issues.

It’s so freeing to do as nature intended and then after the deck is put away, have some quiet solitude. A time to reflect on the best game of cards played, to date

I think its pretty safe to say that Jolene was an Irish hotty from the internet, who else has emerald eyes and auburn hair? We could probably even narrow it down to a few candidates, but lets face it thats only going to piss off the place-getters and orange-peelers.

the evolution of me. this is prompted by a blog here. i'm mainly writing about my experience which will differ from most. i will preface by stating that i have been in long term relationships, marriage, etc. that resulted in making personal sacrifices that i found not very beneficial to my self esteem or finances.

there is give and take in relationships, sometimes the taking keeps taking while what is left to give becomes limited to none. sure, i just didn't meet the right person. is there a right person? of course, we all want to believe that.

then there is the natural sex drive. sure, there is m**turbation, until the "right person" comes along. or, there is the wrong person who woos and awakens the romantic side, making love the motivation for the permission for making love, not sex.

i know myself, and i know i'm a sucker for being the object for sweet notes and fantasies. it would seem, the lower i felt, the easier i was to cave to a man's desires. that "special" feeling that opens legs wide and turns lust into commitment.

not these days. today, i look at sex the same way as any other activity. i find sex fun. i've learned that i don't have to log time with a man to validate the act. if there is attraction, why not? the friend with benefit keeps me fit and although there is give and take, it is only for the simple act of sex. when the event is over, i can go back to my life, and enjoy life on my terms. i'm sure many would find this selfish. i've always been selfish with my time. small doses of people is about all i can handle. i'm not selfish with much of anything else. if i'm eating and someone is hungry, i'll share. if someone needs a few bucks and i have a few bucks to give, i'll give it.

i am always changing. i won't ever be who i was years ago and i won't be the same tomorrow as i am today. i don't expect my friend to be in it for the long haul but we offer the physical contact to meet needs that are otherwise left wanting.

that's about it for now, folks.

I joined a writing website to post my work. Unlike here, one must comment on other people’s work before posting. I’m new to the site and don’t know anyone.

Well, my compliment got me a compliment on my work. I thanked the person and a short interaction occurred.

A few minutes later I got a message asking how long I’ve known John. I said I don’t know a John. The person good naturedly told me she appreciated my discretion. I repeated several times that I don’t know a John. This person informed me that John’s girlfriend is a very jealous type and warned me. Sigh. So I stressed that I honestly don’t know this John person so there is nothing to be concerned about.

Jeez, I don’t even feel like commenting if jealous people think I’m after their man. Like, hell no!

That’s life with a bunch of faceless profiles.

I had always admired Tiffany in high school, good-looking, athletic, smart, nice arse etc. etc... Then we met at a reunion and she was even hotter than before. So we had a dance when Lionel Ritchie came on, and also when they played Phil Collins (Against the odds). One thing led to another, and a whirlwind romance blossomed. So we moved into a small flat above the gym together.

We were the ideal couple, the talk of the town. We went everywhere in a large Caddilac convertible, and I started smoking French cigarettes and wearing a cravat. Eventually I got rid of the cravat because it made me look like a poof off a cooking show but thats another story.

Unbeknownst to myself, her frequent trips to the gym had taken on a sinister life of their own. At first I made excuses for her appearance changing so radically, such as Christmas kilos or telling my mates she's bulking up for winter when they ask about the situation.

It was becoming more and more difficult to keep up with her in the bedroom, and so I started taking calcium supplements in case she broke my bones. She became incredibly strong, and her breasts developed peach fuzz. She was totally insatiable, demanding services up to eleven times each day.

Then one day I caught her drinking a bright green liquid, immediately I suspected it was the funky cold medina but I wasnt sure. Then the veins on her neck bulged up, then the rest of her neck bulged up too. Then her feet shrivelled up and her forehead became unfeasibly enlarged. So I moved out.

i've read concerns about the purpose of CS. i've read concerns about CS's potential folding because of blog topics.
i'd like to ask what are you doing about it? are you actively looking for love or are you passively waiting for it to be delivered to your front door. are you even looking or are you expecting to be found? do you look at your who's viewed and make premature judgement or do you respond in kind?

you will not move to the next level if you sit back in your chair and watch, unless you're into that. if you really want a date, you have to get off your a** and take some risks. complaining about blogs, when blogging is just that, is an excuse to not take the plunge and contact someone directly.

that's my piece. over and out