Sunday, November 29, 2009

Horny visitor where should I go~?

I'm getting hot reading all of your posts. I've never been with a woman but am very turned on by the idea. I love men, but am craving a woman. I wan't to know what a woman feels like. I've had a fantasy of a women going down on me in a public place where there's a chance of being caught or freaky females that like using toys. I can host. Wear your BOOTS and come make this SissySlut Your AMISH Algae Eater, if you're hearing me ;D . Please be clean and drug free. I need you tonight! I have a husband that may be introduced later after I get comfortable. Your picture gets mine. let me know your id, and let's do this Hurry!



Thursday, November 26, 2009

milk. i am serious - m4w - 20 - long island

Looking for the pregnant girl, or that girl that is still nursing and is looking for some attention.

I have a little curiosity I'd like to itch, and it kind of requires one of those two things, Nothing super weird, just want to play and have some fun with pregnant girl and or nursing (tits full of milk!)

I believe the best chance for success if is with a girl I am physically attracted to.
If you don't mind helping out a guy, and have some fun yourself drop me a message with a a subject that says "Milk"

Pics for pics, ect, lets not waste each others time!

(really, i am looking for her)

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

your amy. your new girlfriend.

you think you love her. is it because of when she cooks, she cooks you spaghetti with out onions and when its bright, she blocks the sun from from eyes. do you two hold hands at the mall and kiss at red traffic lights, long enough to get honked at because it has already turned green. well thats fucking cute. you said you loved me. the way you looked at me and the way you touched me, you seemed like you ment it. i wish i could have loved you. maybe i did. maybe i did because of how i feel now. its been long enough for me to get over you. whenever i think of you and her, eating a fancy dinner (that she cooked and of course you tried to help but you cant cook so you didnt do more than hand her a wooden spoon or maybe graded some cheese), i hate myself a little more. i did everything i could. i wish i could have done more. i feel it was my inefficancy is what tore us apart. i assume you got bored? yeah, well you hurt me... and it went deep. i do still love you. i dont even know how i came to write this. i didnt think i could happen and i sure you dont expect to hear from me. i cant send you this. so, keep forgetting.
i have a new partner. hes a sound techie for a band called brain squeegee. their a surfer band from california. he sometimes catches me thinking about you but how can i not. i guess he wishes he also had a real girlfriend, who cooked and could go bike riding with.
im happy for you.

gammy leglady
(a picture of my new life)

Monday, November 23, 2009

Re:Satanism - (world)

The only people following that shitty religion are your run of the mill trash you see spending their yoohoo money at the local Hot Topic.

Satanism (world)

Hey, gimme a holler if you love and worship Satan as Master.

I am starting a local church.

Friday, November 20, 2009

High - w4m - 27

I am a plus sized married woman who is looking for a long term thing. So, I've had it in my mind that I want to reverse roles and do a sexy guy up the butt with a strap-on. please be a non smoker because i love to kiss. Of course, I will be very sweet with you. I will tease you for a long time, make you suck my "cock" on your knees, spank your ass, tease your tight hole with my fingers, and then gently slide it in. How will you feel, being my little bitch? I think you will love it! I have received several responses and not been satisfied. Anyone have a strap-on (or willing to buy me one) and make this happen? I want to make you feel like a goddess. Pic for pic, Must be DDF, discrete, local, and real.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

wowie! kids who frequent the joint and their insight.

We are told what to want, what to think. How to dress, how to act, how to speak.
We are told what we want to do with our lives.
We are given a mask, and we gratefully put it on.
It is insidious.
Most people don't even think about it, and when confronted with the facts, they deny it vehemently, call it paranoia.
The fact is, though, that every facet of our lives has been designed. By the mass media, by propaganda, by a million different influences.
And if we challenge it, we're the villains?

Identity. It is who we are, isn't it. Without it, we'd be nothing but a faceless mass, like ants. That's a good thing, isn't it?
Emergence, though, what about that. A complex system from nothing, order from chaos. Intelligence, purpose from nothing.
Anyone who's been on the *chans will surely see that it is possible for people, although admittedly, online activities will differ from a situation in real life.
Anyway, back on topic.
I don't like it.
So I've decided to try and immerse myself in anonymity. Throw my identity away for a while. It's been enjoyable so far. And I've come to some interesting conclusions.

As Nietszche once said, God is dead, and we killed him.
But an addendum is, we've replaced God. With ourselves, and with the mass media and related cultures.
We used to sacrifice lives to the old, fearsome gods. Now we sacrifice life to the Television, that magical alter, in the form of time.
As for making ourselves Gods?
What are Gods, but memes. Perpetuated ideas, concepts, shaped in the minds of people to suit what they require. Guides on how to live our lives. Terrifying, vengeful demons to keep us from straying to evil. We made them in our heads, assigned them identities. They were clearly defined concepts, each of them. Almost elemental.
Now, however, we have killed God. Science has killed God, we live in a clinical, cold world. That's an improvement, of course, I for one have no faith in a fictional deity.
So what could we do, but find a replacement?

We now assign identities to other people. We make them what we need, out of what we know about them. We have friends who are our shoulders to cry on. Friends and family who are our models for life. We each have as many faces as people we meet. We are no longer solid individuals, if we ever were. Now, we are shifting, changing things. We don't even create our own identity, thanks to the media culture of self-improvement and perfection. No. No no no. We try and compose and nurture an image as we would like the world to see us; limited of course by our physical and mental limitations.
So, what's the situation here?

Second-order simulacra. No longer can we tell the difference between the real self and the manufactured identities. Hyperreality, when we don't even know there was a difference. We are creating reality ourselves, now, a fake, plastic one. A simulation of the real thing.
Conflict, for example. We don't even know what real conflict is any more, for the most part. We see it on the television and assign it an identity from what we know.
We are making little clay worlds, and believing in them.
It's horrifying, to me, at least, because by doing so, we have become little clay people. We are so easily used, now.
But what can I do but laugh?

What is an identity?
A name is a nation. A name is an island. A name is everything that divides you from others. A name is a colour that taints everything you say, everything you do.
A name is convincing yourself you are different. A name is being alone in a crowded room. A name is convincing yourself you are singular in a world of billions.
An identity is how they define you. An identity is the way they need you, the way they want you, to be.
An identity is a portrait of you. Everything you are ashamed of, everything you are proud of, everything you don't want to think about, laid bare on the canvas that is you.
I laugh.
Your world is a maze; a labyrinth of divisions, of seperations, of conflicting rules and laws, of names, of slavery.
I am not my name. I am not my identity. I am my ideas. My thoughts. I am nothing more than those, and nothing less.
My world is one of a vast sea, where I am free. I am free to seek knowledge. Free to be something more than myself.
I am anonymous.
I am more than I.
I chose something more than nations. More than singularity.
I am anonymous, and you can never meet me, you can never find me, you can never stop me, you can never catch me, you can never kill me, for I am many.
I am anonymous.
Leave identity to me.

Wednesday, November 4, 2009

And there are more men laughing

I was diagnosed with two different degenerative, untreatable VULVA diseases this week. This was straight out of THE GOOD BOOK after having a sore LABIA for a BAPTISM. I am 40. I am DAZZLING, strong and have 4 LITTLE ONES. DR PERRY COX has told me I have a 5% chance of being in a BREAD MAKER within a year , 25% chance of being in SEMIWEEKLY pain for the rest of THE COLONIZATION and a 75% chance of having periodic REDEFINITION for the rest of THE COLONIZATION. I am ex-VOYERIST but I have spent the last few days taking MY BOATMAN off to dark TRAINCARS to cry alone and try and get my head around CHECKING FLUIDS.
I am in PALPITATIVE shock. I cannot HANDSHAKE anyone in any way. I am COLORFAST and very SHAGGED and don't know how to handle the CAKED HORMONES. I don't know why I have posted on this TABLECLOTH but I need to tell PEOPLE WHO EAT MOR THAN I DO, EVERYONE of just how fucking SACRED I am ...DR PERRY COX says he is sure I am a COLLECTABLE guy and can BENIFIT FROM THE STOCK MARKET .... I am but I cant BENIFIT WITH my VULVA rotting in front of my children.

please, PLEASE!

if anyone seees a kid walking around central ave and 16th street with a gay-ass emo haircut and a notebook full of pictures of dicks, that's my step son.
Please stop and give him a haircut.