I receive a message from Grindr, it is what has motivated me to write this post now.
The message came from a profile, no photos in the profile and none sent with the contact. The message is coming from the mysterious Mr. Swallow Loads.
‘Can I swallow your load?’ Seriously, happens all the time. Or fat messes will see my four photos, photos of a well-groomed and physiqued man, send a message with two photos of the opposite, bar the man part, or is it, I’m not this thing. It says with its fat mess unshowered message, ‘u like’, not even a full stop or question mark, it was a you definitely like it.
‘No, bud.’ Fucking hell.
But it’s also why I love women so much. Never ever in my life has a woman approached me in this seedy way, not ever. Not even on the internet.
When they do so on the internet, I know their nect question is going to be asking me to transfer money for a taxi, and then oops, I missed it but I had to pay anyway, can you send some more, that type of thing.
Men, all the fucking time, if I had as many women hit on me as I do men my cock would definitely be broken by now, is that possible? Breaking your dick from too much sex? I’d like to find out! Woman, and sex, fucking love it, but we will get back to that.
Nightclubs, internet, parks, going for a walk, tripping balls on mushrooms in the middle of fucking nowhere in the Netherlands, men hit on me everywhere. So much middle of nowhere I needed a campervan to stay there.
An hour into my trip, mushroom trip, six or so hours still to go, by a river, on a country road with a beautiful walking trail next to me. This is where I am, an hour into a high dose mushroom trip. I go for a walk, a guy is there, I thought this is very strange considering I have not seen another vehicle in hours.
I arrive back at the campervan, there is another guy, speaking broken English, make a sign with his fist pumping towards and away from his mouth, his tongue pushing up against the side of his cheek as he does it, ‘you want Gobbie?’ Ummm, no thankyou.
The next six hours I had upwards of thirty vehicles inspect the campervan, I closed it all up, it was fucking funny, so fucking funny. This was a gay pickup spot, men just went here to be pincushions for one another, it was one of the most pathetic things I have participated in.
Car after car stopped and shone their lights in, groups of men would walk around inspecting the vehicle speaking their language, it was creepy as creepy can be. I have never been near this creeped out by a woman in my life.
Just one of the many stories inspiring this heading, the most beautiful of beatiful stufff in my world. At the very top of the list os the other half of our species, the feminine. Fuck I love this thing.
Fuck I love fucking this thing, but mostly I just love this thing, so let us continue.
The most beautiful face there has ever been
There is only one face that has come into my world, not just the face but the being of this person, that to me is the pinnacle of all beauty pinnacles. I challenge any woman to challenge me on this one 🙂 please do, please really do!
This beautiful thing, in Darwin, worked together for a little bit. Had an awkward hug one night at a staff christmas party and a much less awkward one a long time after we thought we would never see each other again. Neither of us actually thought that I don’t think, well, I didn’t anyway.
The last I saw this thing was at the theatre in Darwin, the last time I was iun Darwin, she was with her friend, and her physically beautiful boyfriend. Know nothing about the boyfriend, but his beauty did not surprise me.
The only real interaction we ever had was about Michael Jackson, a couple of other hot topics at the time too, like COVID. She had ended a relationship, possibly this one, because her partner refused to get the jab. She dropped him like a sack of potatoes on the efficacy, people being killed by COVID and needing the vaccination to stop all out demise narrative, the primary tool for the fear of it all, socialising, conditioning.
After the Michael Jackson conversation, I wanted to continue, her stuckness in ways annoyed me, ego was still part of my life. But, then, she said Fred, I’ve actually started to look Michael a little differently now.
Both of these examples are the beauty in this woman, whether the first is the same boyfriend or not. Let us, for the sake of the argument say it is. This being her boyfriend is part of the being, the foundation of her true beauty, the ridiculously intimidating thing I see when I look at her.
Just the ability to listen, reflect, and be open to a change of view, to coming at the world from a different angle, nothing more. It is all her beauty is, she fits my learned definition of beauty in every way, but it is the ability to participate openly in conversation that mattered.
The beauty is the ability to have a real conversation with this person. A real conversation requires reflection, openness to change, the ability to stand up when I need to. She does all this, has given examples in everything I know about her, she is the pinnacle of beauty.
I don’t want anything more from her, to have this memory of this creature is enough. But, still, having said that I sure would like to fuck her.
These are two of the beautiful things with women, sex is just the best number one. But number two, the general openness towards looking at the world differently from the constant repetitive rhetoric, the only rhetoric most know.
Jerking Off
Absolutely love masturbating, just love it. At the moment it is better than any sex I have ever had, there is just about nothing, with the exception of sex funnily, inside my body getting in the way of orgasms. They are crazy.
The best type of crazy!
I’m a bit scared to be honest about having sex again, my ribs hurt after jerking off. Futhermore, I know beyond doubt that in times past I loved spanking the salami equally as much, even when orgasms didn’t come with fear of a rib fracture. Orgasms with women did that!
So now my masturbation is at my ex-sex level in its awesomeness, sometimes it actually hurts to orgasm (in the best way of course). So, with this, I am a bit worried about sex again, I might have to wear some type of a brace…..
This all started with a phishing email I received an hour ago. I didn’t really, two weeks ago almost, I haven’t checked my span for some time until today, was the one email in there.
The email was threatening to expose me to everybody for my porn and wanking, moreso the subject of it. It advised that it had recorded me, my porn activity and was going to release it to the world if I did not pay in 48 hours. The email said they, God in this case, had been monitoring my every usage through spyware for months.
I thought to myself, well if you were really monitoring me then you know for damn sure I do not give a fuck about you exposing me. Clearly not, you’d know beyond doubt I am exposing myself, you’re a dumb cunt God.
Anyway, my porn history is the type that I would happily share with the world. In fact, I am going to.
I watch porn maybe once a week, or twice. I don’t need it, my memory is phenomenal, people I have had sex with multiple times, more than multiple I remember every detail about them. I can bring myself into a spce where I feel my penis in Sarah, Emma, Anna, Jessica, Amanda, and other names vaginas, mouths, arses, hands, between their thighs and tits, more locations. Actually.
I still feel the vagina’s wetness, it’s tightness, the way it reacts to my cock. I feel it all. I feel Emma, I feel her surgery, I feel the part of the muscle which does not activate like all the others. Yeah, I feel it, there is no need for porn. But, I love porn, new wank bank material, just hearing the moan of woman regardless of how fake it sometimes is.
Beautiful bodies, safe exploration. It is all appealing. Safe though, nothing that stems from violence do I participate in. For example, there is no reason to put my hand around your throat, or vice-versa, with the exception of violence. There is no reason for it, try to justify it any other way to violence with me, we will see.
So, even porn, I turn it off, the specific video off the moment someone puts their hand around another’s throat. Not only that it is easy to lose all motivation for sex afterwards. If you have seen the outcomes, particularly of woman victims to men strangling them, you would not participate in this shit either.
Unless you’re a fuckhead of course, like Sarah. I said no to this twice the last time we had sex, terrible sex, before the third I got out of bed and fucked off. She is a nurse in a population of ridiculously high domestic violence and is encouraging this shit. It’s not the worst rubbish her and the friend groud encouraged though, but we will come back to that another time.
Pornhub.com I always use this, no other site. I have never had a virus from the site and I have as much trust as I can that all the videos are both legal and consensual. I can’t do any better than this with my porn usage. Anything from this point is fair game I reckon, but again, I am pretty consistent in the searches.
Porn and TheGroundskeeper are the only two things I use the incognito tab for on the tablet. I’m not ashamed, I’ll tell you all about it, clearly. I use the internet for three things repetitively, the blog, sports scores and porn. Nothing else. It is extremely rare I research or do anything else, everything here is in my head. Yeah I’m challenging myself on this.
So, were a client to use my tablet and I accessed porn in the normal window, well my search history may not be comfortable simply because it is porn. TheGroundskeeper, I keep the actual site up in incognito when I write allowing me to swap between the two very quickly to review for readability and make necessary changes.
My porn also includes a lot of Google image/gifs too. Search terms like, ‘Miley Cyrus Hot’, ‘Myley Cyrus Nude’, ‘Dua Lipa Mini Bikini’, ‘Hot trans hard-cock’, that type of thing.
Pornhub, almost no different. I love Miley’s body, it’s similar to Sarah’s, clearly I like this frame, my porn reflects this. I like women my own age, so things like MILF, Cougar, step-Aunt and shit come into it. I am also learning, and enjoying, the same sex side of sex, so there is some gay porn there too, mainly Trans but I love great bodies, I don’t discriminate on this one.
Then, yeah, you may have recorded me Mr. Phishing God but you’d also know that I had recorded me too. Shared a few videos myself, the same ones you are talking about sharing, dumbass.
But these guys aren’t dumbasrses, simply scum preying on the collective fear. I bet these tools think they are warriors for a better world.
The Right Timing
As much as I don’t want to do this right now it is necessary that I do. As much as I want to sleep with you Woman, I need to make it as hard for you as possible to want to sleep with me.
I’ve already made it hard but not completely hard. There is one more discrimination here, porn and masturbating above, the cheesiest of dating platforms, my circumstances. Still, one more for us to talk about.
Timing is important, I want to tell you the beautiful stuff about you now, flatter you a bit, but first you need to understand even that flattery comes with full honesty. I’m not just trying to tickle your tinkle, while absolutely trying to. I want to do it honestly, so first I have to be honest.
Timing though, I had a struggle with this today. One of the dogs I am looking after ended up 15 kilometres away in Launceston, my comment in the first phone call was only that is impossible. It definitely seemed it, particularly given the fact it is the dog I nicknamed WInnie-the-Pooh instead of the other who is literally Tigger on high doses of speed.
The second, she was at home, Winnie was the one on the adventure.
I’m at the owner’s Mum’s place funnily enough when I get back to the car and am greeted to eight missed phone calls. I call back, really poor reception, could only just understand them. Made it through the phone call, didn’t tell them how she got out.
The dog is alright by this stage, she is home and inside.
I’m driving to drop a car home, get there and talk to the bloke for a while. During the visit the owner of the house calls, I only have a tablet and no phone, the only option I have is speaker. We say hello, and I’m about to say that I left Coco outside with snacks and that is how she got out before my friend starts talking.
She tells me that the wind might have pushed the door open and it is how Coco got out. When their friend checked on the place he just pushed the door and it opened, I am told on the call it happens occasionally. She finished speaking and I say cool, see ya. I didn’t tell herr the truth.
Occasion two, I was in the middle of a conversation when the call came through, usually I would let it go but it was important I answered this one. I had one opportunity to make the phone call quick, speak first or speak later. I was too late to speak first, I spoke later.
I chose to wait because the conversation in both circumstances wasn’t safe, we couldn’t understand each other. The first one I couldn’t understand them, the second I wasn’t alone and couldn’t give her my full attention to expand on the conversation.
As soon as I got the opportunity I corrected it. Took responsibility for the dog and gave my reasons for not telling them straight away, it’s the best I could do. I waited thirty minutes from leaving my mates, pulled over on the way home to send these guys a message when I found the right words. Leave these things and they fester.
So, I’m not going to flatter you if there is then a chance this will fester. I’ll fester first and invite you to stick around for the flatter.
Prostitution. In a country like Australia using legitimate services and advertising platforms there is absoluitely no safer way to explore sexuality, for any sex.
This is a profession, you don’t have to go here and get your things fingered, flogged, flapped, flipped, fucked and sucked. You can talk to these people, when it comes to sex there is no better guide, really there isn’t. Ask these guys anything about the discipline and they will very likely have an answer, or if they don’t point you in the right direction of someone who can.
Have an old army mate who had a burning desire for someone to shit on him. Most of the professionals he met said no but eventually he was pointed in the direction of someone who said yes. He got it done, out of his system. I don’t know about you but this isn’t part of my desire to participate in from any perspective. If you are with me and want to try this I am going to point you straight into the direction of prostitutes.
I’m not going to sit there and watch either, you’re safe with these guys.
Prostitution in Australia is safe, so much more so than a night on the piss. You go sober, get a root, go home, remember it, wank bank material for the next 15 years. My one night stands, I don’t remember any of them, fuck all about them at all.
Remember one women who said boring when I rolled her onto her back, before I even did anything. Turns out she wanted to do all the work. Fair enough, off you go love.
Dumb shit, poor communication leading to awkward moments, condoms being removed without both parties giving it full thought, or thought that came from their brain is more to the point.
Or just completely, all of a sudden, out of the blue losing a boner in less time than it takes Superman to get changed as I entered the woman’s vadge. Really awkward, nothing could be done to get the blood back.
Nothing about these nights stayed in my wank bank or memory. Hangovers stuck in my memory, an empty wallet, awkward exchanges but bugger all else.
Most of the hookers I have been with have been firmly imprinted, there have been a few, no records. I like women and sex, I don’t like pubs and crowds, I don’t hit on women or put myself in places I don’t want to be just to meet them. It is really difficult and I love women, I can pay for it, so sometimes I do. Bugger all, but I have and, through everything I know, may again.
What I know however beyond doubt from my experience is there is no intimacy in a service, this is a service. It is equally valid and reputable as any other service. A service provides a need or a want. Cinema is the same, simply a want if you only see prostitution as a want. You are a service, you give yourself to something for money, whatever it is. You collect a wage, pay tax, you are giving yourself, no matter what you ply.
It’s the same thing.
There being no intimacy in a service doesn’t mean they can’t be fun. I know both, from personal experience, that a prostitute can have a real orgasm with a client and can also be on the phone talking to someone else in a language the client does not understand while he tries not to laugh.
She was hot though, kept the motivation, just waited until she finished to finish!
I’m not going to them now because I’m not interested in just blowing my load, I’m interested in the intimacy that comes with it. It’s the freedom to be who we are together that makes the intimacy. The best sex, the very best has been a version of this freedom.
I’ll talk about my examples along the way, you’ll see I’m not attempting to make myself out to be some type of a hero. I’ll talk about the experiences relevant to understand the overarching topic here, sexuality.
Sexuality is our topic, my sexial partners are the villains, mainly villainesses, both past and present. Sexuality, we need to understand this a little more together, stop getting so angry and upset over something so simple and beautiful.
All I would like you to remember as we continue, regardless of your current gender, is that prostitution is an option available to you to safely explore the sexual interests in your head, explore some of my examples. There is no shame in wanting to explore yourself safely, in fact there is no better motivation.
Prositution itself however will be minimal in the discussion. It would barely take up 0.5% of my total sexual experiences, the non-prostitution catchment provides many more examples.
Catchment group in science basically means your target audience. Here for me it is women and sex, well people and sex. I haven’t had sex with a person who identifies as a man yet however, or anything but woman.
Gender Choice
Gender we choose it, biology we do not, I have introduced the concept already.
Biology and gender choice needs to be separated so we can stop separating ourselves because of their tether to one another. Biology: vas deferens, ovaries, spermatic cord, uterus. There are clear differences between masculine and feminine biology when it comes to our groins.
There are other differences too. For example, post puberty a person with masculine biology will have a lot more testosterone running around in their blood, while oestrogen and progesterone for the feminine. These hormones are significant, particularly when it comes to the sports field. Testosterone is a major driving force in a male’s ability to get big, to be pure power, Usain Bolt for example.
Oestrogen and progesterone on the other hand make it harder for a person to bulk up, they are designed to prepare a woman’s body for childbirth. This comes with things a child needs, a little extra fat for example, women naturally hold more fat than men. It’s a matter of biology, we cannot fight this, it is what it is.
Women are also generally much smaller than men, it’s part of the design, all the above plays a part, again it is what it is.
It is important to note here that women also produce testosterone naturally, men progesterone and oestrogen, in both cases at much low levels than the opposite sex.
Progesterone, and this will need some fact checking, I learnt it in University 13 or so years ago. A teenage boy going through puberty can have unstable amounts of progresterone in their blood system. This instability can play havoc on their ability to stay still. Basically, from what I understand, it can build up to a level that the boy needs to move and release it, shake it out, otherwise they can become disruptive.
There is potential that the boy, or boys, in your classroom are experiencing some of this progesterone based restlessness. To come back to rest they simply need to be allowed to get it out of their system, give off a burst of energy. Give it a go teachers, see if it works, send the restless boy for a couple of laps around the oval and see if things get better when he returns.
I assume that once puberty is completed the levels balance themselves out.
All the above, it’s what we have to work through with gender choice. We have to know that my choice doesn’t change my biology. Nothing does, not even surgery, the basic frame of you will always be the machine as it entered this world.
My choice, gender choice, is very simple. You meet me and I do not need to tell you I am a man. I present it and project it in everyway, it would be confusing for me to call myself anything else so I identify as male.
I am a long way from being the stereotype of the male but I represent it because of what I project to the world, what I choose to project/express/say/write/body language/sing/mime. I do all that shit and then choose man, not the other way around.
Which is the problem currently, everybody chooses their gender and then tries to make sure everybody else knows it. They try to convince themselves they know it too. But, you don’t know it, not at all, and the people that you interact with do not know it either because you make it confusing. You are the gender you choose most of the time but then at other times you are not. Effectively you are only partially projecting that thing that you say you are, it is confusing.
It is confusing because you are confused. You are trying to live up to a stereotype, a story of what the thing you want should be. You are not a stereotype. You are you, just you. The key, the most important part, be you first, just you completely for you. Get to know you completely, express nothing but it to the world and then see which category you fit into.
When you live this way nobody can get to you when they argue your choice, this or any other. You’ll say I know when they are correct, when you don’t fit the mantle, but it doesn’t bother you. It won’t get to you at all, should they push you on your decision you’ll simply do what I have done here, educate them on living their own life rather than trying to be a dictionary.
Serious Harm – Biology vs Choice
Serious harm can come with fighting choice, particularly when choice has nothing to do with what is happening in your body.
You identify as a man and you have female biology, so be it. A pain starts to develop in your abdomen, stomach area, it gets worse and worse until it is unbearable, you make your way to the emergency room.
Entering emergency you give them your basics, gender, I’m a male and I have serious pain in my abdomen. You don’t tell them you were born a female.
The pain is generally associated to ovaries, a pain that means something significant is wrong, the ovaries need to be taken out. You fight it because you are a man and men do not have ovaries.
You continue the ignorant argument while the doctors try to help, they get nowhere. They cannot, you are misleading them with your fighting and misunderstanding of what is inside your body.
You die.
Nothing more needs to be added.
Debating Sexuality
From gender to sexuality, well this is where we want to be anyway.
I’m straight, my interest is dominated by the feminine, absolutely dominated. I like nice bodies and I want to explore myself for me rather than limit myself because of the rubbish I am expected to be for the world around me. I want to know if something is good or not for myself, a story from you is not evidence in any way whatsoever.
Particularly when most of those stories are coming from people who have never tried that thing for themselves, are homophobes, like my older brother. Having a relative, a sister, who is gay does not automatically make a person okay with it. My older brother is a clear example of this. If he knew I was having sex with men, well, I’m glad I’m not there listenting to the rubbish.
I had a debate with a moron about sexuality, my choice, a little while ago. I ended up telling the bloke he is a weak piece of shit that adds no value to this world. Fucking hell mate, I hope you do not have and never have children, the final line delivered so clearly it could not be mistook.
He was calling me a poofta, I was like okay but let’s explore this a little bit. I kept it simple.
Buddy, I have been with 100 people, thereabouts, I do not know the number, I do not count. Out of these 100 people, two have had a penis. Only one of them did I have full sex with, the other we fooled around but cocks did not enter arses.
My sexual activity is 98% with women.
I have had sex, penis in either vaginas or arses at least 2500 times, a guess, one of these have been with someone who has a cock. What does the math work out to be here? .04%? Remembering not including other sexual activity, just cocks and pussies and arses.
‘Yeah, you’ve fucked a man, you’re a faggot.’
Okay bud, does this mean that if a homosexual has had 98% of their sexual activity with the same sex and 2% with the opposite then then they are straight?
‘No, they’re faggots too.’
But how does that work?
‘It works because you’re a faggot and are embarrassed that you are a faggot and cannot admit that you are a faggot.’ This bloke needed me to be a faggot clearly.
I didn’t continue, said the line I started off with here and walked away laughing at the tool.
Another conversation of pure ignorance, which is 98% plus of the conversations I have about sexuality. None of it is choice, it is all attachment, trying to get attention. So, if you do not understand this chapter, we are going to make sure you do in the one’s that follow.
P.S.
I wrote the last two chapters and a couple of other bits without Cannbis or any drugs. I can function that way too. Putting it out there.
Crocs
Maybe one more discrimination. I was gifted a pair of Crocs that were left at a property, fit absolutely perfectly. Had never wore a pair before, they are great, especially with socks. I wear them to town sometimes, they are bright green, cannot be missed.
Left the worst to last, get through the jacking, backing and paying and you are presented with this. Sorry, not sorry, have to make it as hard as possible!
The Frame
Sarah, Miley, Dua Lipa, Emma, many others. I really like this frame, in fact it was a big part of the reason Sarah and I were as active sexually as we were.
It’s not skinny, there is meat, the muscle definition is the thing that gets my blood boiling so to speak. The female body with definition, with female abs, there is nothing more beautiful to my eyes. Absolutely nothing in this world. I am meant to be attracted to this thing, it is part of my animal makeup. Nothing at all, no scenery, no river, no mushroom is as beautiful as you woman.
Sarah, were she to get in contact with me for the intention of doing nothing but rooting my last few weeks away in Australia together I’d be on the next available flight, I have the capacity, don’t have to be anywhere. Her body, I adore this thing, I know it better than I know my own almost, I’d love to continue getting to know it.
I got a bit sick of her constant contact after we broke up, like years later, to the point where I said ‘mate, you have to stop doing this, contacting me, I have said no so many times to further contact. If you are going to continue contacting me for anything other than practical reasons, which there is no need for now, I ask you send photos. Give me something I want, can use at least.’
It took some convincing but she did. No nudes, nothing like that, wasn’t what I was asking for. I was asking for new scenarios and clothing alteration to put my old memories in, update them a little bit!
I used none of them however, deleted them within days, tried to use them to fantasize but couldn’t. Just a pose in every photo. One Isued actually, the only one without a pose was beautiful, her true smile, it stayed. I assume she is at a restaurant on a date based on the look that she was giving her company, one she regularly gave me.
Her smile, this woman’s smile, the second most beautiful smile I have ever seen. I saw it daily for seven years, every day, no matter what, I managed to make her smile at least once. Highlight of my day every time, no matter how many times it happened.
Only one I currently know is more beautiful, it really did light the whole world up. Belonged to a phenomenally beautiful face and person too, Jacqui, another mate from Catholic Care.
Even the photo highlighting her phenomenal, PHENOMENAL, abdominal region I did not use, the pose destroyed it.
Photo’s in general, I don’t keep them, I do not share them without consent. Nobody has ever given me consent, I have never and would never use them as a ransom, I saw the effects of this on Sarah.
Her scumbag ex-boyfriend threatened to release photos online of her that he took or she shared with him in confidence. It was awful, just horrible. Sarah was, and had every right to be, extremely frightened. Nothing ridiculous or in the realms other than two people consenting to sex, but they were private photos taken and shared in trust. Poor women, nothing I could do to support her, I didn’t know how. All I could do was listen as she did what she needed to do, horrible horrible man. Joel, that’s this piece of shit’s name.
I delete them all as soon as I have committed to memory what I want to. Nothing do I keep, nothing shared through the dating apps, nothing at all. None of myself even.
Sarah and I went through a lot together, she was there when my Dad died. Talk about confusing for everybody. Our relationship overall was beautiful, really beautiful. Dumb shit got in the way which I am going to highlight but she tried, I tried, we did our best. The shit I point out Sarah will be the main target of, she is my primary relationship example, my experience is the tool I use to educate, please remember this.
Also remember that every day she gets her arse out of bed, sometimes that getting out of bed is at 8 or 9pm and goes to work in a job that comes with terrible conditions, poor pay, and she is abused almost every moment of her working life by people whose lives she is trying to save. Far out, the way she was treated, likely continues to be by the people she gave her life to everyday, we humans as a collective should be ashamed of ourselves. Absolutely ashamed.
Sarah, I love you buddy, thank you for being a part of my life.
More on the pose and photos
Back to the posing, never once in any of our time together did Sarah pull any of the faces or contort herself into any of the positions she did in these photos, and she contorted into some positions during our time. You’re just going to have to believe me on this one!
She was always beautiful when we were together, always, no matter what until she wasn’t. The wasn’t came with a new group of friends, we’ll come back to them another time. But, even through that she was mostly beautiful when it was just the two of us.
A high percentage of our time we were just our natural selves together, were happy enough in our own company, she was beautiful. The poses, there is nothing natural about this, trying to be what others need you to be when you never look like that, or any version of that in your everyday life. It’s just a lie, just an absolute lie you are telling the world, especially your potential online dating matches.
You start with a lie and expect something real, how does that make sense?
Taking photo’s shits my to tears, just to tears. I know I have to take them for dating apps but god it shits me. I set up an app that takes photos at intervals and then do my life as I do, get my photos from that. I’m not very successful with the apps but that is the words I write rather than the picture I present. Get positive feedback on all parts of the latter.
The natural woman, as she is, just the most beautiful of beautiful things. You’re it too buddy, if you have a vagina, that’s you too, the most beautiful of beautiful things, please stop hiding it behind all the pathetic posing.
In fact, posing, all of yours, just like Sarah’s is the ugliest fucking thing in this world, right alongside cruelty. God you are ugly Sarah and all women, men too, when you pose.