Poetic Works of the Pud Pounding Pervert. :)

I LICKED HER ASS AND LIVED TO TELL
(A poem for meditation and reflection. ~selah)
I licked Her ass! I licked it well!
 I licked Her ass, and lived to tell!
 I licked Her ass in haunting dream!
 So very real to me did seem!
 Cum of Bulls licked from Her crack!
 (I was polite! I did not smack!)
 Cum of Bulls from condoms dripping!
 She my manhood soundly stripping!
 At netherhole in dream I kneel!
 Cum of Her Bulls my only meal!
 My sustenance! My only "vittles"!
 (Next time, dammit, I want Skittles!)
 And as I eat She laughs at me!
 Ha ha ha! Hee hee hee hee!
 And tells me where their cocks have been,
 the COCKS of Bulls, the COCKS of Men!
 And how their pleasure I'll not know...
 (See cum from condoms freely flow...)
 My job to fluff and watch and clean...
 Damn that Bitch is some more mean!



FACE UP TO THE CRACK DOWN
A crackdown on "cocky," face up to the fact!
 A face that was squashed! 'Twas left not intact!
 His tongue in Her ass, Her crop on his balls!
 Just one of life's many pitfalls...
 A pitfall for him, a pratfall for Her!
 (Look at the pic. I'm sure you'll concur!)
 A fall of the ass, a rise of the tongue!
 Oh, how he wishes that he were well-hung!
 If only he were, why, She'd let him fuck!
 Alas, he is not, so shit out of luck!
 (No pun I intend by use of word "shit"
 Okay, just perhaps, perhaps just a bit...)
 Humiliation! Her special entree!
 It was for "cocky" quite the long ass day!
 (See what I did there? "Long ass" is a pun!
 Now back to my poem, now back to more fun!)
 He tongued not a little! He tongued -- well, a LOT!
 Face up to the fact, in his Thoughtful Spot...
 Crop on his balls, he tongued with great zeal!
 (A video soon, named "Tongue of Steel!")



SOLUTION-ORIENTED
Bull Sperm Transportation, it can a problem!
 Enter Vanessa! She knows how to solve 'em!
 Use a small dildo, with a small base!
 Wait! Let me back up! I cut to the chase!
 First the deposit of Manly Bull Sperm!
 Perhaps She'll let Cocky tonight "burp his worm"!
 If he cleans Her well! "IF" I will repeat!
 When on his face She takes rightful seat!
 Damn! Once again, I'm getting ahead!
 Deposit not made, I have him half fed!
 First soundly fucked! Stretched deep and wide!
 A Bull Sperm deposit! Deep, deep, DEEP inside!
 Then plugged with a dildo, a small ickle thing!
 A smile as She glances at Her wedding ring!
 Panties pulled on! Then off to Her car!
 Then the drive home! (It isn't too far)
 Parks in the driveway, steps through the door!
 Shoes, pants, and panties soon lay on the floor!
 She then takes a seat on Her Queening Throne!
 From cuck below a faint, muffled groan...
 His tiny balls cropped! Her orders obeyed!
 As into his mouth new deposit is made!
 She asks how it tastes! (As She doesn't know...)
 His face 'neath Her Pussy, 'neath gravity's flow!
 She tells of Her night, She wants him to feel
 base degradation, leave wounds that won't heal ...
 Wounds to his psyche, wounds to his soul!
 Wounds of a humbling, utter and whole!
 Taste true defeat, cum pungent and thick...
 Bull's job to fuck, cuck's job to lick...



 CERTITUDE
I long to live beneath Her ass!
 I know to some this might seem crass...
 But I don't care, it's my confession!
 I'm tired of all this thought repression!
 I know, I know, it makes no scents!
 Oh, wait, it does! My bad! (I'm tense!)
 With this confession I still fight!
 It makes no sense I meant to write!
 Back to Her ass that's -- well, PERFECTION!
 If there's a flaw escapes detection!
 My cock is tiny. Sad, but true...
 (And that's Confession Number 2)
 I know I'd never measure up
 Her Bulls are Pints! I'm sippy-cup!
 But I've a tongue, a servant's heart!
 So at the bottom I could start!
 Beneath Her ass with upturned face!
 Where I suspect I'd feel my place...
 Feel it to my deepest core...
 "Cuckold bitch," "Ass-licking whore"...
 Terms of -- Well, terms of endearment!
 My tongue forever in arrearment...
 I'd learn to please this muscled ring!
 A dark and dank, though Sacred Thing...
 Yes, it would be my heart's delight
 To live beneath it day and night!
 To follow it where'er it led!
 To lie beside it in the bed,
 my face against it snugly pressed...
 Okay, my secret I've confessed...
 Confession done, I'll move along
 I am The Man of Lesser Dong
 Keep my secret! Tell no soul!
 Tell none the depths of Her CONTROL!
 How with Her ass cheeks pulled apart,
 that She, the Ruler of my heart,
 could tell me to, and know I would,
 to know it would be understood,
 that She her asshole could present,
 with certitude of my consent;
 that hot and sweaty , dirty, clean,
 I'd keep it evermore pristine.
 How, you ask? Why, with my tongue!
 Down here at the lowest rung!
 A place for one of lesser dick!
 Bulls get to fuck! I get to lick!
 ("Dirty Jobs"? Call Mike Rowe?
 Please do not! Oh, HELL no!)
 Cucks "The Lickers", Bulls "The Fuckers"
 My life, my world, down "where the skin puckers"...



METAPHORICALLY SPEAKING

O to be Her belly button!
 I'd be a pig! A shameless glutton!
 Feasting with my navel eyes
 on things that woo the souls of guys!
 Things Bewitching; Things Enthralling.
 Voice of Siren sweetly calling...
 Breasts above! Bush below!
 Do I mean George? Oh, hell no!
 I mean Her bush! Her pubes, You see!
 (I'll be right back. I have to pee...)
 Okay, I'm back! Now, where was I?
 Ah, yes, the navel's watchful eye...
 Above? Her Breasts. Below? Her Essence.
 (The latter hairy! Post-pubescence!)
 In the land where navel nests,
 the sweat that trickles 'tween her breasts,
 I'd catch within my navel mouth...
 Don't get me started 'bout down south!
 Where tempting scent caught on the breeze
 would bring me to my navel knees!
 Heaven's scent, that's for sure...
 Raw. Untainted. Feral. Pure.
 Scent of PASSION! POWER! CONTROL!
 I'd serve it with my navel soul!
 To be Her navel, pure delight!
 Heav'nly Scent, Heav'nly Sight...



POWER GRAB
Grab them by the pussy! Yes, grab them, I say!
 Just how do I grab them? I'll tell you, okay?
 They're slippery dickens, these labia majora!
 And I mean the big ones! Not labia minora!
 We're talkin' YUGE! (or relatively-speaking)
 Okay, I'll move on to the answer you're seeking...
 A method of greeting...well, like a handshake!
 Except it's for women! (Hey, say, is that Drake?
 Sorry. Distracted. The rap star walked buy!)
 Grab them by the pussy, say "Reach for the sky!"
 Okay, I am kidding! That's not what I say!
 I just say, "I'm Donald, call me Donald J.
 Or if you prefer, well, Donald J. Trump!"
 (A wink of the eye, a slap on the rump...)
 Then let the words hang, yes, let the words linger,
 as I grip the labia 'between thumb and forefinger!
 With men it is different, we simply grip hands!
 But I grip the women...well, by their sex glands!
 Well, not their sex glands, their vaginal "lips"!
 (See "slippery dickens" From grasp often slips...)
 "Grab them by the pussy!" Yes, I've coined the phrase!
 (Trademark is pending, could be a few days...)
 Coffee mugs, T-shirts, et cetera, I'll sell!
 "The Art of the Pussy"? A book? Might as well!
 The labia majora! They're slipp'ry as noodles!
 Well, back to campaigning! Adios! Buh-bye! Toodles!



BUTTERFLY KISSES
To suck Bulls' cum from Her crotch hair --
 Okay, smartasses, I'm aware
 that some might find the act demeaning!
 And I myself am that way leaning...
 But I'll try not to think of that...
 Does this lace thong make me look fat?
 Okay, I'm sorry, I digress...
 To suck Her crotch hair I'll confess,
 to suck it clean, to suck it well,
 utter heaven, utter hell...
 Heaven 'cause its what She wanted
 Hell because by tastes I'm haunted!
 Between my teeth each crotch hair strained
 of cum from condoms that she's drained!
 Cum that, frankly, tastes like shit!
 And that is not the worst of it --
 Well, "tastes like shit," that isn't right,
 for I have tongued Her asshole (tight),
 and they taste nowhere near the same!
Repulsive is a better name...
Repulsive cum! Yes, that is better...
 And yet I do it to the letter!
 Do it as I'm told to do,
 above Her butterfly tattoo!
 Kiss with lip and lick and suck!
 As She recounts Her every fuck!
Butterfly kisses one might say...
 The worst of it? I'm straight, not gay!



THE POLE VAULTER: AN INTRODUCTION
Pole vaulter, true, extraordinaire!
 I keep my balance in the air!
 Impaled by LONG and throbbing cock!
 I hope that after I can walk!
 As my asshole he is drilling!
 My destiny I am fulfilling!
 A destiny designed by Her!
 How it happened is a blur...
 I just know as I sit here bobbing,
 up and down on HUGE cock throbbing,
 that I'm earning Her some bucks,
 as superior cocks She fucks!
Pimped out, tired out, bored out slut!
Stretched out, whored out, worn out butt!
 But not just big cocks! Oh, HELL no!
 I ride them all to earn the dough!
 Big or small, skinny, thick!
 Why, I'll ride any throbbing dick!
 She said I cannot be discerning
 as the bucks for Her I'm earning!
 "For anyone" the words She said!
 "Ride those cocks! Give 'em head!"
 (A brief pause, for meditation and reflection)
 And here I am and there She is!
 Under the table, illicit biz!
 "Under the table," no pun I intended...
 My ass is filled! My knees are bended!
 Bending, bobbing; bobbing, bending!
 List of "dates" seems never-ending!
 On better cocks I ride atop,
 singing "Good Ship Lollipop!"
 Toenails painted, dressed en femme!
 I the candy; Cocks the stem!
 Vanessa Chaland, the name of my Pimp!
 My name is (blank), Her pole vaulting* wimp!
•(Name withheld to protect last vestige of pride...)



HER THOUGHTFUL SPOT...
His lingual frenulum was cut!
 His tongue can reach far in Her butt!
 Or Her Vagina! Up to Her!
 What ill effects? Does words he slur?
 Or does he lisp? Or does he mumble?
 Does he on "tongue-twisters" stumble?
 No ill effects! Just improved reach!
 So much to learn, so much to teach!
 Vanessa, "Teacher," queened his face!
 Through muffled voice he offered "grace"...
 At least it seemed to that effect...
 His smothered words hard to detect...
 "Grace" that thing said 'fore you eat!
 Whate'er his words, were short and sweet!
 A cry for mercy? Yes, perhaps...
 He wrestled much against the straps
 that bound his wrists against the chair!
 Her Pussy cutting off his air!
 Tongue so long it made Her quiver!
 Felt like he could reach Her liver!
 Could he? Maybe. Likely not.
 But damn sure reached Her "Thoughtful Spot"...


Is it the Mumps? Is it Siamese twins?
 It's so hard to tell where it ends and begins!
 Where is his head? Is it stuck up Her ass?
 Looking for car keys and found a crevasse?
 Or could it be it's stuck in Her vagina?
 And is rumor true She has acute angina?
 Her angina's cute! And so are Her breasts!
 Best ass in the world, to me, I'll confess!
 But back to this puzzle, this troubling pic,
 of "cocky" and this self-proclaimed "hippie chick"...
 I can't solve the puzzle! I shan't even try!
 Ain't known for my brains. I'm a dull, simple guy.
 And no I shan't try to this pose replicate!
 I fear that my head they might not extricate!
 Is it for Her pleasure? Is it for his death?
 Might "cocky" say with his last dying breath:
 "What be the cause of this breathing obstruction?
 By damn it's a Weapon of Ass Destruction!"



BEAUTEOUS BOOTY
(previously titled "Whale Tail")
Like Bible tale from days of old
 Three days a man spent in the hold
 Yes, in the belly of the whale
 I'm sure you've heard of Jonah's tale...
 A different whale tail now I see!
 O me, O my, O mercy me!
 A whale tail formed by G-string cotton!
 Whale tail that's not soon forgotten...
 In this whale I'd spend three days!
 Or better said would spend always...
 Pressed and held betwixt Her cheeks
 for minutes, hours, and days, and weeks,
 and months and years and on and on...
 So strongly there my heart is drawn...
 Already captive in my soul
 to Ass of Beauty, Power, Control...



DRAWN...
Drawn toward The Sacred Place
 A conquered cock, an upturned face...
 The conquered cum dump down below
 The taste of sex, Her afterglow...
 As She recounts with full details
 how Bulls succeed in way he fails...
 And laughs at how he'll suck seed, too!
 Her Pussy ever in his view...
 His ONLY view, his LONE concern!
 For chance to fuck it he does yearn...
 Once again by Her denied
 She Possessor of his pride...
 Gravity...relentless...flows
 Shamed, debased, and yet he knows
 that he will walk this path again
 Her Essence whispers, draws him in...
 The Core 'round which his life revolves
 His world focused, Hers evolves...



SOLE TO SOUL
Her velvet sole against my head,
 as down a pathway I am led...
 A pathway leading to enslavement,
 degradation and depravement...
 Trapped in Her bewitching maze
 She looks at me with steadfast gaze
 A playful look, beguiled, amused...
 A look with dominance infused...
 Cat and mouse, the timeless game
 Of course the outcome e'er the same...
 A game that ends in sure defeat,
 a subjugation whole, complete...
 A king deposed, a Queen is crowned,
 a face is pressed into the ground...
 An Emperor devoid of clothes
 A Goddess stands in Vict'ry Pose...



LESSONS IN MODESTY
Modest? Yes, always with me...
 Better Men allowed to see...
 Allowed to see and touch and taste
 and feel and know, their Cocks embraced...
 Embraced, enveloped, and caressed...
 Her Greedy Pussy's needs addressed
 To my cock e'er out of reach...
 Much to learn. Much to teach.
 She, The Teacher, teaches place
 On my back with upturned face...
 But not just yet, a privilege earned...
 Lessons taught. Lessons learned.
 Taught to long for just a touch
 For many Men would not seem much
 But I am different, not like "them"
 Tiny cock, dressed en femme
 I learn to take what I can get
 For some this might lead to regret...
 But not to me, my soul is Hers
 Her pleasure what that soul prefers
 Intermingled taste of lovers
 Every drop my tongue recovers...
 The taste of Her unbridled pleasure
 To tongue and soul a priceless treasure...



THRONE OF JUDGMENT
A fem'nine hand, a cock to tease
 A Mind to bring him to his knees
 A way of seeing, way of knowing
 Through Her veins Her Essence flowing
 Blood is HOT, Mind is calm
 Cock, ALIVE, in Her palm...
 Velvet fingers feel its girth
She'll decide what it is worth!
 Pussy glistens, feels the air
 In his heart a silent prayer...
 Prayer to be by Goddess chosen
 Scent of Heaven sweet, Ambrosian...
 Will She let him enter in
 the Sacred Place of satin skin...
 Of satin petals laced with dew...
 A timeless Place, yet ever new?
 Scales of Judgment in Her Hand
 Measure up or cruelly banned...
 In the balance Her decision
 of approval or derision...



SWEATY LONGINGS
I long to clean Her sweaty Ass
 But know I never will...alas...
 An act to prove my true devotion
 My nimble tongue She'd set in motion...
 A humble act to taste my place,
 to see above Her smiling face...
 Not something I would choose to do...
 Dirty! Sweaty! Dank! Taboo!
 Without Her soul it lacks appeal
 The soul to which I humbly kneel
 Would serve with utter degradation
 Mental bondage and castration...
 Her Asshole's every contour traced
 Is there worse way to be debased?
 Oh, I suspect She's countless ways
 to make this seem beginner phase!
 Can hear Her say (In my mind grinning),
 "Oh, My bitch, you're just beginning!
 In good time...no, not just yet...
 For now just clean the workout sweat
 from My Armpits, Ass, and Feet!
 Do it well, perhaps a treat
 I'll bring You from my date tonight!
 A cum-filled condom knotted tight!"
 And after I had done my duty,
 tonguing clean Her sweat-tinged booty,
 perhaps I'd meet her well-hung date,
 and She would say, "Don't wait up late..."
 as She and Man walked out the door
 and left me kneeling on the floor...
 Then fading footsteps I might hear,
 a car is started, put in gear...
 Then left in silence with my thoughts
 to clean the dishes, clean the pots,
 the toilets, tubs, and other chores
 Fold the clothes and place in drawers...
 No TV time, no tunes allowed
 Just my thoughts...the silence LOUD...
 Thoughts of Her and this hung Guy...
 Later footsteps drawing nigh
 Familiar steps, familiar stride
 The handle turns, She walks inside
 And laughs and smiles, the way She does
 For millionth time I wish I was
 like Her Men, more well-endowed
 A worthy Cock to make Her proud,
 to sate Her needs as Others do...
 A cum-filled condom hangs in view...
 She says that She's too tired for more
 (I don't know what She has in store...)
 The cum is on my pillow poured
 Seed from the Cock by Her adored
 We lie in bed, She speaks of Him
 I feel Her smile in moonlight dim...
 She drifts to sleep with rhythmic breathing
 For millionth time I think of leaving
 Yet know I won't, I never will
 A thought that often brings a chill
 I'm sure I would strike quite the pose
 Her panties' crotch tied 'cross my nose
 On cum-soaked pillow, quiet, resigned
 Alone with my tormented mind...



UNDERFOOT
How does it feel to know that you're Mine
 Below looking up at Me, The Divine
 To know that you shouldn't, yet know that you will
 To feel in your soul a cold icy chill...
 A cold icy chill from cold icy fingers
 When I'm away, my grip on you lingers...
 To know I can make You lick cum and suck cock,
 stick tongue in My Ass, as I cruelly mock
 your wee little pecker, tell you of your betters!
 To know that you'll do it without cuffs or fetters!
 To know that you do, yet don't have a choice
 Your mind is my playground, your ruler My Voice...
 To know unseen shackles inside you are put...
 How does it feel to be underfoot?


THE MAN WITH NO FACE
Her Pussy his world! 'round Her finger twirled!
 "cocky" the man with no face!
 Okay, he has one, just said that for fun!
 Just looks that way when he's in place!
In place 'neath Her chair, he seems unaware
 of anything else but Her Pussy!
 No, he's not a wimp, like some fairy imp!
 Yes, he is a man, not a wussy!
That's what She finds funny! Much sweeter than money!
 To Her it just never gets old!
 How She takes this man, and try as he can,
 he can't help but do as he's told!
She saw deep inside, what he couldn't hide,
 and now holds his heart in Her hand!
 To see his confusement, it brought Her amusement!
 And now, well, Her wish his command!
And She wishes much! Adds humorous touch!
 Wicked, creative, and vile!
 Shamelessly cruel! Of him makes a fool!
 And does it with laugh and a smile!
Mike's cum's pungent smell, it's funny as hell!
 She laughs as Her cuck chokes it down!
 His taste of defeat, for Her it is sweet!
 Her puppet, Her bitch, and Her clown!
She cums till She's spent, his face bears Her scent!
 And bear it he will through the night!
 Tossing and turning and left only yearning
 all night with his passions to fight!
She wakes, a new day! With legs spread She lay!
 He pleasures Her Pussy once more!
 Well, multiple times! I'm now out of rhymes.
 So kindly please show me the door...


A CUCK'S EYE VIEW
(Previously titled "Parenthetically-Speaking")
From down below he looks above
 (A scene which She has grown to love)
 She sees his eager upturned face
 (His world now such a narrow space)
 A face that looks not past Her rear
 (A rule to which he must adhere)
 (Unless, of course, allowed to do)
 (She calls this his "cuck's eye view")
 Her Ass, Her Pussy, nothing more
 (He's way BEHIND! Who's keeping score!)
 Slave to HER pleasure, that's Her cuck!
 (He oh so seldom gets to fuck...)
 Her Ass, Her Pussy, holes to please
 (She laughs, above, the heartless tease!)
 (Amused at him, his cuckold plight!)
 She starts to leave...(It's Her date night!)
 Then stops to pat his cuckold head
 (Once eager face now one of dread...)

FemDomination: Virtual Reality BDSM Gaming

Okay so the last video game I played was Asteroids....but this might interest some people. :)

Big Vagina Ladies. Golden Showers. Random Asinine Idiocy. :)

What "Subspace" Is.

Its the confluence of being with the right person, the right setting, where the atmosphere, the tone, the ambiance, mood music, temperature and other variables such as that, meld with the "right" (right being unique to the individual) combination of sensations, pain, humiliation, pleasure, hedonistic effects, dopamine, endorphins, adrenaline, and other body chemicals, sexual arousal, heightened state of awareness, where one "opens their mind" and at the same time "closes their mind" and "Boom Shakalaka"....sub space. Or something like that. :) 

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I see posts about "unwilling or unsuspecting" cuckolds on forums. From a terminological exactitude standpoint, definitively speaking, historically and in many/most cases currently, *all* cuckolds are/were unwilling or unsuspecting. That some online people sort of tried to *change* the definition into one meaning something akin to swinging is unfortunate, as that removes a crucial element from the entire dynamic for women like me...whose husband matches that. :)

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Why Conservative Men may be attracted to Cuckolding, according to Kink Researcher.

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Small Dicks versus Big Vaginas. The following stupidity...is from "Curb Your Enthusiasm" wherein there is a question/debate whether or not Jeff has a small dick, or his girlfriend has a big vagina. (Part of 2 and 3 are repeated...only clips I could find.)   :)

 

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FSC Declares Victory in Long-Running 2257 Legal Battle. 

Short version of "2257" is...during the insane Bush years, spineless bitch and religious fundamentalist jackass John Ashcroft, capitulating to pressure from the Christian Theocrat wannabes, created laws that virtually *no* adult content producers could comply with, with the hopes of driving them out of business, since the unpatriotic dicks can't control what you, as an adult, read or view due to that pesky little thing called...The Bill of Rights, which assures free speech, including and especially so called "offensive" speech. Anyway, after nearly 20 years, a gazillion wasted tax payer dollars, numerous lawsuits, an enormous number of lawsuits, all kinds of fear and anxiety on the side of both big and small time "porn" site owners, with some spending a fortune on lawyers, others closing their sites out of anxiety and fear, the courts ruled that it is....not constitutional.  

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The “Law of Urination” states nearly all mammals (including humans) empty their bladders over nearly constant duration of average 21 seconds. Why then, pray tell...has no one ever made a Golden Shower porn flick titled something like..."21 Seconds of Gold"?  :) 

 Also the 2010s and certainly the 2020s...

Winter nights in the Finnish wilderness.

Smokey Mountains. 

 

Fresh spring snow. Boulder's Flat Irons, Chautauqua Park, Boulder, Co.

Cameron Highlands in Pahang, Malaysia.

 

 Post office locations in the continental USA from 1770-2002.

 

 

Regular readers know I mostly don't watch porn. Sure, I make my own incredibly low quality home video's that I post here...but that's it. However, the clips below...sort of interested me.  

 

What Still Works. :)

 

This pretty much sums it up. I am...inured, with the stupidity of the last 4 years, but am optimistic for the future. In my state of residence, new diagnosis, hospitalizations and deaths from Covid-19 has dropped substantially. Sure, these numbers will rise and fall and fluctuations will occur, but it is a positive development. Obviously other states and nations are not do so well right now, but that will change. And with all the faults and silly nonsense by the Democrat party that exist, at least we have rational adults in the White House and a very slight majority in both halls of Congress. And perhaps some of the far right lunatics will soon be indisposed, incarcerated, or 6 feet under, and I am keeping my fingers crossed.  :) 

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What restores and maintains my faith in humanity? Encounters between humans beings like the one shown in the video below. It is one of the sweetest, most touching, innocent and wholesome things I've ever seen in my whole life. :)  

 

Clearing debt one book at a time, encouraging kids to read more instead of penalizing them for returning books late. What a concept, simple, logical, productive, effective...progressive. 

 

Frozen Birch Tree.

 

There are all sorts of groups, forums, blogs dedicated to how the "right" can't meme. Meaning how lousy the political right is with snark, caustic comments, wit, humor (and of course foreign and domestic policy, integrity, honesty, ethics, and everything else). Here is a good example. Someone trying to mock the agenda of Stephen Colbert and CNN on telling people "how to think" and what to believe. The thing is...Colbert does *not* work for CNN, proving the lack of knowledge of the right...who can't meme.  :) 

 

You, and you alone, get to decide how you define as being a "grownup".  :) 

  

Coming at you...at Warp Speed. 

   

Fuck that!   :)

New paint? I say...is this, new paint on this wall?  

  

What girls really do when hanging out together.  

 

No idea what the hell this is...but its got FemDom overtones...so I fully approve!  :) 

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Someone e-mailed me with questions about being sexually dominant and also being shy, quiet and introverted. I don't think being dominant, submissive, a switch etc...has anything to do with what was described. Some people are introverts, some people are extroverts, some people sort of tend to switch back and forth, but that doesn't have any bearing on their sexual interests, persuasions or preferences.

 Some people equate being introverted or shy with social anxiety. A lot of anxiety can be from upbringing, it can also be exacerbated by diet, fatigue, medications, daily stress, medical issues, chemical imbalances, obviously for some people it can be due to PTSD and I'm sure there are a myriad of other reasons, and in some cases a combination of many. But if someone wants to...say, for example, tie someone up, beat them with a paddle and then grind on their face...that's not influenced or connected to someones nervousness in public speaking, or maybe having agoraphobia, or just not liking certain social situations. I think people should follow their nature and interests, their desires and fantasies, and they should do what they want, what turns them on, press forward, find a person (or people) that they meld with...and enjoy their life. 

On another level, people do what so many of the rest of us do or have done, meaning overanalyzing things. We live in a messed up repressive society when it comes to anything sexual, more so anything alternative sexually where being thought of as a freak, a pervert, and regret, self-loathing, remorse, guilt and so on are prevalent, based on lies and myths that defy a human beings true nature. No one else can fix whatever happens within your life, relationships, marriage or whatever, but at least try to not beat yourself down for having urges that are totally normal, and seek inner peace with being how you are.  

For myself, without kink, without that passion, the "heat", that spark, that take your breath away feeling...I'd rather just read a book. Yes, regular sex is fine sometimes, rarely, it still exists in my life, but so many people today place more value on "quantity" instead of "quality" so they're missing that crucial component. Having multiple partners or doing some sort of kink related thing daily is not high on my list. Having worthy experiences, memorable ones, fantastic earthquake, fireworks, explosive events, means far more to me than just having a high body count or engaging in anything and everything kink related, as if I have some sort of list to check boxes on. 

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What I Do Not Miss About Fetlife, Kink Forums and Social Media.

Not sure why I thought of this earlier, but, one thing that baffled me when I was still associated with those sorts of sites, was when certain people would endlessly call every post a "wank post". Okay. So even if they were...why would that be bad or wrong? 

I mean, that's what erotica is. It's the point of all salacious stories, porn, everything from Playboy to hardcore skin magazines of yesteryear...the old style Pinup photos, all are/were done to arouse and entice and to get someone off. That's also what some Rom-Coms are, and 50 Shades of Grey, both the books and movies. That's what soft-porn is for, sexual arousal, no matter if its history or fiction, or a combination of both.

 That's what erotic cave drawings, made a gazillion years ago were for. 

It's probable that someone tried to send some sort of erotic message through smoke signals, or on a SOS machine, and maybe (privately) NASA allowed astronauts wives to send them some "wank fodder" when they were on the Apollo missions. The moment the written word was invented, someone wrote out some smut. 

Every type of camera, tintype, daguerreotype, cameras that made slideshows, Polaroids, 8MM, video,  digital cameras, webcams, text message, sexting...you name it and humankind has used it in some way to arouse, get off, beat off, slap off, whack off and whatever other terms one might use. 

So really, someone accusing others of that, makes as much sense as someone saying: 

People only go to restaurants to eat. 

Yeah. And? 

Or saying people only go to the movies to be entertained. 

Yep, that's the point. 

Or accusing someone of going to a sports event because they...like sports. 

It makes no sense, and sort of clues one in on the fact that a person making this claim, simply does not understand forums, sex sites, social media, the Internet, or human sexuality. Far too many people just sit on the sidelines, waiting for others to post something, then attack or critique it and the author, which is one of the reasons I just deleted all social media months or years ago...and don't miss it. For those that post something, somewhere, that have a blog, that initiate conversations or post stories on forums, you are fucking awesome and are doubly so, if you just ignore the trolling trolls who troll for a lack of anything better to do. Now then, anyone can feel free to masturbate while reading this missive I just wrote as it could be, may be, just might be...a wank post, lol.  :) 

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Not sure if anything written above makes any sense. Just sort of babbling. Maybe, just maybe, I should not do blog posts right after... 

Lol. 

Hypochondria is all in your Lazy-Ass Ignorant "Doctors" head. :)

Why would I say this? Hypochondria is described as an abnormal anxiety about one's health, especially with an unwarranted fear that one has a serious disease.

"Doctors" came up with the "diagnosis" hypochondria. Quite a few doctors (meaning nearly all) have an over-inflated opinion of themselves, view themselves as smarter than anyone else, and assume that if "they" can't find something wrong with you, its "obvious" you are faking it, or making it up, or have a mental health issue because there is no way, they, in their egotistical opinion, would ever get something wrong or misdiagnose something. 

 

The human body is complex, and there are in existence rare diseases. Most of them none of us heard of, which is understandable, but what's distressing, is that most doctors haven't either. There seems to be a serious lack of medical, intellectual and scientific curiosity with most doctors in learning about them....meaning its easier for them to just "phone it in". And by "phone it in" I mean a 3 minute exam, and if you're not exsanguinating from some orifice or a bullet hole or a spear wound, they chalk it up as hypochondria and tell you to see a shrink.

Rare Disease Information

 

As an example of this hubris, we have what is/was known as "Female Hysteria". Female hysteria was/is a diagnosis attributed to women...for about 4000 years, Yes, you read that correctly. For roughly 4000 years doctors (in that era nearly 100% male) basically decided that the majority of women's medical problems were related to our vaginas, ovaries, mons pubis, uterus, woo-hoos and other assorted lady parts.  

 

This is Jennifer Brea.  

Jennifer was a PhD student at Harvard University when she became suddenly ill with a high fever and became bedridden. She was initially misdiagnosed with conversion disorder, but eventually was identified as having myalgic encephalomyelitis (ME), also known as chronic fatigue syndrome. Jennifer spent about a decade arguing with doctors who told her she was a drama queen, faking it, making it up, and had a mental health disorder. Eventually, someone using common sense, realized she was legitimately sick, and they tried to figure out how to help her get better. You know, helping patients get better, also known as...doing their fucking jobs. 

Jennifer runs various organizations like Millions Missing and does TED talks about of...millions of missing Americans sitting at home, wasting away, not being productive members of their families or society after being misdiagnosed by golf playing doctors wearing overpriced pretentious "threads" and cruising around in their most unpatriotic German made sports cars.  

 There is a major spike in "new" diseases related to our changing world, pollution, climate change, and our food and medical industry polluting what we eat, drink, breath, ingest, and put on our skin. Things like allergies, things like Mast Cell Activation Syndrome. If one cares to Google MCAS for example, or go to YouTube, you'll find people from all over the world posting videos, studies, webinars, where (in some cases) the vast majority of doctors know less about, than the person posting said video, and I am not exaggerating about this. Seriously, you can learn more from some 20 year old chick who suffers from this on YouTube, then you will from the majority of doctors.  

My point is....advocate for yourself and your loved ones. Do not be afraid to question doctors, to challenge them, to demand a second opinion, to insist on tests, more tests, to fight the insurance industry to pay for them, don't back down to the greedy, profit motivated fuckers, do not assume anyone is paying attention, or keeping accurate information on your charts, or recording results accurately. By doing so you will bruise some doctors egos, you will offend a few, you will piss a few off and some will get pissy and huffy....so what? I've had to threaten a few by promising to throw their own cotton balls at them, and challenge a few to tongue depressors sword fights....just to get them to listen. They'll get over it...or not...but its your life and health, don't let anyone sell you short or do a half-ass exam or brush you off and never, ever, ever, let any doctor tell you its "all in your head", because I can pretty much 100% guarantee you the problem is not in your head...its in theirs.  

The majority of doctors in the USA are just fine, as long as you have a cold, a skinned knee or something simple. Its only when its something rare, and usually more serious, that most doctors suddenly don't seem so bright or motivated. Doctors are just human beings...with a "Honorable Mention" degree certificate hanging on their wall. Some are brilliant, some barely made it through med school based on good rote memorization skills and the ability to pass tests. That does not mean they are all that swift with critical thinking skills, or common sense, or ethics. Keep in mind that Conrad Murray (the guy that killed Micheal Jackson) was a doctor, and Josef Mengele (the sick fuck that did all the disgusting experiments on kids in Nazi Germany) was also a...doctor.  

Note to "Candy Striper":

 You know I'm not talking about you, so calm down and pop a few Ativan.  :)

Note to readers: 

I have a regular reader, a doctor who I call "Candy Striper"...just to harass him. 

At least he says he's a doctor, but maybe he just likes playing "doctor" with his wife.  :)

 

Okay, speaking of health, I'm off to make some homemade Butterscotch Pudding. 

Actually, I'll hold off on the butter.

And I'll hold off on the pudding.

I'll just drink the Scotch and see if I can find...my pants.  :) 

Brought to You By The Letters A.S.S. :)

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As mentioned in my previous post on the topic of home movies...I don't find doing photos or movies to be all that much fun. After a time, it's all the same, they all look the same (witness the 4 below, same damn thing essentially, boring and repetitive) it's just visual images of my naked nudity, which to me is not all that thrilling, all I see is...what I've seen my whole life. I hate editing, hate posing, hate the process, I never know what I've posted before, can't keep track, don't want to keep track, have no desire to keep track, most photos are extracts from video, I hate selfies, hate editing...much prefer writing.  :) 

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The "booty shot" photo below is my "favorite", lol. 

My normal around town, around the house attire.  :)