I’m the walking, talking embodiment of “he’s only mean to you because he likes you.”
Like a 1970s mom’s bad advice, come to life.
Tag: thoughts
“I can never tear myself open wide enough to people to reveal everything and so frighten them away.”
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Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice
Wow, Franz. Just tell everyone how I operate, why don’t you?
Bedtime Behavior for Boisterous Boys
Ugh.
For reasons that have always mystified and vaguely embarrassed me, I’ve received dozens of asks from young men over the years, wanting me to tell them how to… be me. Most of the guys in question seem like well-intentioned, decent people, but that’s pretty much the most absurd goal anyone could ever have, so I’ve just ignored them.… Read the rest “Bedtime Behavior for Boisterous Boys”
You’re So Sweet
When I look at those wide eyes and that adorable smile, I want to smother you in a pile of soft pillows and marshmallow fluff. I want to strangle you with a garrote made from your own lovely locks. I want you to fall for me… out of my lap and on to the floor, to be stepped on and booted around like a discarded candy wrapper.
I just saw a Tumblr porn caption that simply said, “Take it you naughty slut.”
And I thought, “How polite.”
Can you actually train a girl to behave how you want?
“Train”? I just checked, and I’ve used that word in precisely two posts across four years, one of which was referring to cultural conditioning. I didn’t even use it in a post about an actual choo-choo.
If you hang around long enough, my tastes will become your own and you’ll slowly lose the ability to effectively argue with me… the only real defense is to not let me talk.… Read the rest “Can you actually train a girl to behave how you want?”
Hey dude, this isn’t a question, I just wanted to tell you I really enjoy your content and state of mind.
… Read the rest “Hey dude, this isn’t a question, I just wanted to tell you I really enjoy your content and state of mind.”In small ways your opinion’s and general lack of empathy has given me an “indifferent role model” for what being a “self respecting man” is in a way. I’m 25 and have been on and off this page in intervals for at least 2-4 years, coming back every now and then for laughs as well as inspiration for how to deal with fickle’d/damaged women.
What is your favourite kink?
Disappointment.
Well, that took a while.
People tend to be surprised when I tell them my follower count; I guess my mind-share is greater than my attachment, or whatever bullshit the marketing kids are saying these days. In fairness to the blog, I did hobble it’s early growth by getting picky about what I’ll reblog, and compounded that by moving away from samey-same porn captions; there’s only so much of that shit I can write without imploding into self-parody.… Read the rest “”
Would you rather a girl who can take a beating or a girl who cries at the beating of your fist?
Crying. But not just from my fists.
From the sweet things I say.
From the raising of my voice.
From my dissection of her soul.
From my judgement.
Crying. Always crying.