Three Words....
Dungeon. Dungeon. Dungeon! :)
Wednesday, May 9, 2018
Meet The Quokka. Voted Happiest Animal In The World...
Meet The Quokka Voted Happiest Animal In The World, & Sought After For Selfies Native To Rottnest Island-Australia.
Tuesday, May 8, 2018
Monday, May 7, 2018
Minn. Bill Would Require Porn-Blocking On Internet Capable Devices.
Looks good just like it is.
No Swastika required. :)
Saturday, May 5, 2018
Doggie Style....and Hairy Pussy In the Mountains!
Made you look! But I was not lying.
See?
Puppy....future Doggie.
See?
Hairy Pussy.
See?
Mountains. :)
Just a coincidence? :)
Thursday, May 3, 2018
Stuff...
Achankovil forest Kerala, India.
NASA has released new images of Jupiter, taken by the Juno Spacecraft.
The rings of Saturn, as viewed by the Cassini spacecraft in 2009.
Strange rock circle...on Mars.
Space Shuttle Rising.
Wednesday, May 2, 2018
Tuesday, May 1, 2018
Vanessa "Vagsplains" the Internet. Read this "Got-Damit"! :)
This is a blog. A blog (or weblog) is defined as: a regularly updated website or web page, typically run by an individual or small group, that is written in an informal or conversational style.
For some, a blog is sort of like a diary. You can set it for public viewing, or private viewing, or only allow a few select people to see it. So, in that regard, ones blog (or social media profile) is sort of like their "home". They may post thoughts, ideas, memories, hopes, dreams, aspirations, regrets. They might post movies, memes, cartoons, cat and dog pictures, photos of their kids, trips, parents, their garden, vacations, or their naked body parts.
What a blog is *not* is something you pay for. Its not a subscription based service like Cable or Netflix. You did not take out a monthly paid membership to a porn pay site, a book, panty, wine, cigar of the month club, or for stock tips, or online gaming or gambling.
So, when I get a message like below (message is truncated), from someone named "Anonymous", which is largely an attack on my political stance, I have to laugh.
"I noticed that you haven't posted much about Trump lobbing bombs at Syria."
You "noticed" that I haven't posted anything about Trump and Syria? Do I look like fucking Reuter's or the Associated Press? I am not a goddamn news agency. I do not work for you. I am not your employee. Some people act as if the moment they buy a computer or gain access to the Internet...they are entitled to endless entertainment and information that suits their needs and desires. They want free books, free porn, free games, free downloads and by God they only want to come across news articles, posts, videos or other related content that suits their tastes...or they start bitching.
I get "Profile Elitist Snob Critics" complaining about what I post, how I wear my hair and dress, or undress. About what I write, how I write, how often I write, or not, about the font I choose, about typos, about photos, about memes, about, just about...fucking everything.
On Fetlife recently some guy, (who I don't know, never saw his profile, not in my friends list, did not belong to my groups, no previous messages nor correspondence) felt compelled to message me and tell me that my pubic hair was gross. He elaborated at some length how that was something from the 1980s (Apparently we didn't have pubic hair before the 80s?) and how it "had to go".
I've had people complain about my home movies lighting (I turn on the camera, film whatever, half the time I miss the action and film the wall...its done for my fun, my pleasure and amusement). If I choose to share those movies here...they are posted here, and you can view them...for free.
So, back to the profile as a "home" example. To put this into context, lets say I have a flat tire in front of your home and ring your doorbell. Now keep in mind we've never met before, never set eyes on each other and were not aware of the others existence. So you open your door and invite me in while I wait for AAA to change my tire and I...look around your home and start complaining.
I ask if those are photos of your mother and kids on the mantle, you confirm it, and I launch into how fucking ugly they are. I tell you your furniture sucks, your fashion senses blows, your grasp of interior decoration sucks donkey balls. I tell you you're the nastiest and gnarliest human being I've ever laid eyes on, how you should just fucking kill yourself because you're so fucking gross...I can't stand it. I insult your dog, mock your dishes and drapes, laugh at your car, boo the books you read, trash your reputation and integrity.
See my point? :)
You wouldn't do the above to a stranger, or anyone else I hope. I don't go to other peoples blogs or profiles and start whining and crying about what they post. You came to my home, and started your critical diatribe. I didn't invite you, you sought me out. "Profile/blog critics" are insufferable anal assholes who don't "get" that going around the internet critiquing other peoples profiles, memes, photos, videos, writings is just stupid. If you don't like what I post, or how I look, what I wear, or how I think....don't come here you fucking idiot, lol. :)
Monday, April 30, 2018
Sexual Attraction: Deniable (Deny-A-Bull).
What causes sexual attraction? Why does one person turn you on, and another simply will not. What if they look very similar? What if they were identical twins and one made you all hot and horny, the other was sort of...meh, whatever?
I was out earlier today for a "coffee date" with a potential new lover. The whole "Bull Vetting" process (It sounds like something a veterinarian does with cattle.) is both exciting, yet sometimes cumbersome and taxing. There is that obvious thrill, that spark, new guy, new body, new "meat" and then if it fizzles, a bit of disappointment and confusion on my part why he didn't "measure up".
Certainly we all know what we find attractive right? I mean for me its intelligence, confidence, cleanliness, height, muscles, well groomed, polite but not so much that it comes across like submissive or "wussiness" or desperation as if he's willing to say or do anything, adopting any sort of stance or role within his vacillating personality, just to get inside my pants. That's sort of the opposite of confidence really. And of course a good size cock and balls and the knowledge of how to use them properly for my satisfaction.
So this guy initially met all those parameters but then when we met...nothing. And I still can not place my fingertips on the what and why of my reaction, or I guess lack of reaction would be more accurate. Pheromones? Something in his mannerisms? The way he sat, or stirred his latte, or a tilt of the head, a laugh, the sound of his voice?
Nope, that all checked out. All I know is he was ready and willing, and I had to "Deny this Bull" (Deniable). So...I don't get it. And if I don't "get it" pretty damn soon...things are going to get ugly around here. :)
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