Dilly Dally, Shilly Shally. I am everything and nothing at the same time. I am the knight in shining armor, here to save the damsel in distress. The distressing part? Underneath my helm, I'm the dragon, too. President and CEO of The Free Big Tits Movement.
…ask me some inappropriate questions and what not.
I’m in a open mood right now.
Yeah, so, I’m pretty much posting this late at night, where I’m sure no one will read it and it’ll get glossed over, but no one can say I didn’t say it, either.
I’m such a crafty bastard.
Anyway, I’ve had this topic floating around in my drafts for about 2 months now. It’s about how people put stock into someone’s “body count” or “numbers”. It came up again tonight. To make sure I don’t speak too long on it, I’m skipping all the way to my closing statement:
There is a difference between someone’s numbers when it deals with the core definition of sex, but to those men and women who can’t tame their curiosity, understand that asking someone their number of different sexual partners and their number of different sexual experiences are going to be completely different. A man can have intercourse with 5 different women, but have gotten 25 different blowjobs. A woman can have intercourse with 5 different men, but have gotten cunnilingus 25 different times. You’re putting stock into arbitrary numbers, when in the grand scheme of things, it doesn’t fucking matter. Are you sexing that person now? Safely? And having fun doing so? Then quit asking about numbers.
Pizza Hut don’t ask you how many different pizzas you ate before they decide to deliver a pizza to your house, do they? McDonald’s don’t ask you how many different hamburgers you’ve had before serving you, do they? You don’t ask a waiter or a waitress how many different people they’ve served before allowing them to serve you, do you?
Then shut the fuck up and enjoy the sex. Or not.
I’m just a weird Tumblr user that likes titties and has sex with women who have had sex with other men (and women). *shrugs*
Everyone is getting their first impression ask on…
…and I’m just sitting on the sidelines, grinning like a champ.
I would ask you all what your first impression of me was, but quite honestly… I don’t care!
If you stuck with me for this long, it couldn’t have been THAT bad. Besides, even if you disliked me in the beginning…
…you love me now. Don’t front.
But, I guess I’ll bite.
Ladies and gents… what was your first impression of me, The O’?
Whether it was in the bar for drinks, the restaurant for dinner, or the bedroom for sex… how many of you have kept the attention of the not so attractive friend (whether unattractive by physical or other means) so that your friend could get their game on?
Just asking. I’ll tell my story in a minute.
Why is it in every Sean Paul video, they do this slow motion close up on a woman who looks like she’s about to step on the dance floor and murder it, only for her to just stare at Sean Paul and do an ugly ass two-step? Check his videos, from Give Me The Light to Temperature to I’m Still In Love With You.
Seriously, I really want to know.
Why did you follow me?
Why do you follow me still?
Anon is on for the moment, if you don’t want to show your face.
What do you do when you want to have sex with your man and you’re trying to be cute about telling him?
Do you rub his thighs? Give him “the look”? Put your legs all over him?
Or do you just get buck ass nekkit and stand in front of the TV?
After dinner, should I have some Ben And Jerry’s Mint Cookies and Cream ice cream…
OR
Should I have a tall glass of cold milk and some Cool Mint Oreos?
No, ‘Through the Looking Glass.’ That poem, The Walrus & the Carpenter, that’s an indictment of organized religion. The walrus, with his girth and his good nature; he obviously represents either Buddha, or with his tusks, the Hindu Elephant God, Lord Ganesha. That takes care of your Eastern religions. Now, the carpenter, which is an obvious reference to Jesus Christ who was raised a carpenter’s son, he represents the Western religions. Now, in the poem, what do they do? What do they do? They - they dupe all these oysters into following them and then proceed to shuck and devour the helpless creatures, en masse. Now, I dunno what that says to you, but to me, it says that following these faiths based on mythological figures insures the destruction of one’s inner being. Organized religion destroys who we are by inhibiting our actions, by inhibiting our decisions, out of - out of fear of some — some intangible parent figure who — who shakes a finger at us from thousands of years ago, and says — and says: “Do it, do it and I’ll fucking spank you!”
Not because of anything bad, no.
But because… well… it’s things there that I’m not really expecting to see from them.
And so, when I DO see it… it makes me… I don’t know? Uneasy?
Not the right word.
More like inquisitive. Because I have questions… and they might not always have the answer.
