I can confirm that I’m 1/16th silly on my mother’s side. But I’m not really all that scary, at least not in the usual Horrible Man Who Wants To Abuse You kind of way.
Nah, my brand of scary is more like a spotlight, designed to shine into the ill-lit corners of your nasty little mind and make it easy to see all the disgusting things that inhabit them.… Read the rest “I think you’re a silly, but you scare me and make my lady bits tingle.”
It’s your head; I just play with it.
Oh, hell yeah!
I mean, if she stays out past curfew, that bitch is totally off the team.
Like, petrified wood hard? Obsidian? Diamond?
An alloy of adamantium, vibranium, and mithril, inscribed and enchanted with the full text of my credit card terms & conditions. That hard.
Well, you could try being a mature human being who keeps herself productive and positive through brief bouts of loneliness and frustration, utilizing her astonishing power of self-control and uncanny ability to think with something other than her cunt. But I’m guessing that telling you to be a grown-ass woman would be as pointless as asking Willem Dafoe to not look creepy; adulting just isn’t in your wheelhouse.… Read the rest “I need fucked… Now and hard! But my Master is out of the country on business… What should I do?”
Thank you! I try not to take it too personally when people hate the blog.
My followers know I’m but a humble street magician, using a little psychic misdirection to turn shame into orgasms. But to a random person wandering up to the show and giving it a cursory glance, it looks more like some crazed asshole, juggling chainsaws with an erection.… Read the rest “You’re so fucked up but your writing is so creative and genius that I don’t know how anybody could hate on you. P.S.. You should really go back to Mr. Blonde.”
I don’t think of girls as fetishes; they’re more like familiars.
(That’s a witchcraft joke. Because I’m deep.)
Also, in order to qualify as “abusive”, one would theoretically need to actually, y’know… abuse something. Outside of the wanton, brutal things I do to the poor English language, I’m afraid I’m far too lazy and/or indifferent to run around hurting things that aren’t enthusiastically asking to be hurt.… Read the rest “No matter how desperate you are to seem deep, it doesnt change the fact that youre an abusive asshole whos fetishizing mentally ill women”
There I go, accidentally arousing a dude.
Now I feel dirty.
Yeah, but I never use it. I’m approximately 1/10th as clever in real-time.
