When Business Models Wear Fedoras
Let me start by saying that this is really, really stupid. First, because the service is only going to be effective at extracting money from a gullible man’s wallet; I’m afraid adtech isn’t going to make your wife want to suck your lazily manipulative cock, Jeff.… Read the rest “Gaslighting Today”
I can’t answer that question, but I’ll pose another: what if you’re neither?
What if you’re not broken or breaking? What if you’re just someone who went through something that created a lot of terrible feelings that you’ve never been able to accurately express?… Read the rest “Your blog brings back the same feelings of the worst parts of my life and I hate myself for it whilst simultaneously not being able to stop reading. I can’t decide if I am a broken human or if I am just breaking myself”
I just had to stand up in my dog’s eyeline, cup my hand to my ear, and mime paying attention so he would believe I was taking his fireworks warnings seriously and go back to sleep. He didn’t understand what was happening, but as long as I was on it, that was good enough for him.… Read the rest “”
You know what’s missing from this kink scene? The one immutable characteristic of a woman that no one takes the time and artisanal pride to degrade with any enthusiasm?
We need more southpaw-shaming.
How many of you left-handed perverts are out there, rubbing your clits counter-clockwise or some weird shit, trying to be little but realizing you still can’t cut construction paper like a normal four year old, and turning your hand into a crab claw so you can scribble your deepest, darkest, most awkward, and klutzy thoughts into your dream journal?… Read the rest “A Sinister Proposal”
Roll my eyes so hard I end up staring at the inside of my skull.
I’m not the brightest light in the world, and I still have to pause mid-conversation to define words for grown women with degrees. Do you seriously expect me to pretend not to be bored by the clever hijinks and sassy repartee of a twenty year-old dim-bulb with one hand in her panties and a delusional sense that she’s a prize to be won?… Read the rest “What do you do with bratty girls who like to tease”
The day Apple releases a semi-affordable Animoji-enabled phone —presumably this fall— will be a great day indeed; I will just sit back and watch my Tumblr dashboard fill with hilarious videos of 3D monkeys and unicorns and puppies saying the most filthy, violently sexual things in giggly girl voices.… Read the rest “”
I’m honestly not trying to shit on non-sexual age regressors. Do your thing, girls. But within my sphere, adult bodies get treated like adult bodies. You want to revisit your childhood? Great! But I will twist, pervert, and taint every aspect of that childhood until it’s even more obscene than your adult life.… Read the rest ““if she feels like a little girl, then show her how little girls break” ilysm”
Sometimes I see a question and I think, “What the hell are you going on about?” Then I pause and ask myself if Me from ten or twenty years ago —the Well-Behaved BDSM Person— would have been more sympathetic, and if so, I adjust my attitude.… Read the rest “What do you think of sex during little space? Some say it’s meant to be a safe space or innocence, some don’t mind having sex in little space”
Or more accurately, she is the box. She’s a virtual machine running in my head, and I use her as a staging area for the things I say and do. It’s obviously a woefully incomplete emulation; she would probably get stuck in a loop if I asked her about kids, for example, and would immediately crash if asked to process male submission.… Read the rest “I Keep A Woman In A Box”
I know you resent the girl inside you, the one who needs me. She’s weak, and stupid, and she makes you do things that shake and thrill and disturb you. You call her a traitor.
That’s bullshit. She’s not the traitor.… Read the rest “Bodyguard”
