Creepy comment of the day: If men can’t get “the steady love and wild sex of a valuable young girl,” naturally they’ll start shooting people.

Banana slug: A better role model for horny humans than bonobos?
Sometimes I hunt the misogyny, sometimes it wanders up right up to me and says hello.
Today’s post is an example of the latter. Below, a slightly edited comment that someone left for me this morning. It’s a response to a post of mine about a dreadful post on Return of Kings in which a fellow calling himself Billy Chubbs argued, with absolutely no evidence, that a recent high school shooter was driven to murder because of his “probable sexual frustration,” Chubbs went on to argue that young women are “selfish” because they don’t have sex with guys they’re not attracted to.
Anyway, my new commenter – posting under the name “whogoesthere?” – thinks that I and the other commenters here were being too hard on Chubbs’ “very good argument.” And so he deposited this giant rant, which in many ways is even scarier than Chubbs’ original.
He’s a tad verbose, so I’ve trimmed out some stuff that isn’t relevant to his general, er, thesis. And I’ve also taken the liberty of adding a few paragraph breaks and bolding a few of the best (i.e. worst) bits.
When men don’t get the women they want they turn to violence.
Not a good start here, because this just isn’t true. In this case, the phrase “not all men” is, for once, appropriate. Most men don’t get violent when they’re turned down.
This is established all over the animal kingdom and offers a good example about how it applies to humans, that snotty girls who keep their sexual treasures to all but a few males cause the remaining males to snap. …
Animals do all sorts of things that humans don’t do, and we can’t always learn from their behavior or assume that it relates to our own lives.
Or maybe the Evo Psych crew is just looking at the wrong animals. When banana slugs can’t find a partner to have sex with, they simply fertilize themselves. There’s a lesson here, I think, for the angry incels of the world: you can’t always get what you want, and when you can’t, sex with yourself is better than murder.
High school is a massively sexually charged winner take all environment. … Today’s high school is basically an ongoing audition for a porno video and the guys and girls who don’t make the cut can only sit at home and masturbate.
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It’s demeaning and hits a major blow to a person’s sexual identity to not be invited to frolic with the beautiful people.
Somehow most people, regardless of gender, manage to survive even if they’re not frolicking with Charlize Theron and/or Channing Tatum.
I’m sorry but almost no men go on wild shooting rampages if they have a beautiful female in their keep.
In their keep?! Also, no. Charles Manson was surrounded by beautiful young women. Yet he orchestrated multiple grisly murders.
The only guys that do so are bank robbers and thieves, generally guys at a later stage of life more fixated on money.
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Human beings naturally assess the amount of sex going around them and judge themselves in relationship to the amount and type of sex others are getting.
You know, you can’t actually tell how much and what kind of sex someone is having just by looking at them. Yes, there will always be people in the world having more sex with you. And some of these people are having sex with people you would probably like to have sex with. There are also people who are smarter than you, funnier than you, who can play chess or kickbox better than you, who have hundreds or thousands of times more money than you do.
That’s life. Life isn’t fair.
This makes sense because from a reproductive standpoint sex is coveted, and sex with beautiful thin, young women are the most coveted. Being the first to spoil these young women sexually is viewed reproductively as a guarantee of parentage, thus this is why males instinctively covet and burn with passion for these females.
Ah, yes, it was only a matter of time until the creepy pedo-justifying Evo Psych assfacts made their appearance. Not all men “burn with passion” in their pants for virginal high school girls.
This is why we have “morality” which is in its essence is a promise not to flaunt or indulge in sex moreso than the lowest man or woman in your tribe. This is what is meant when people say “morality went out the window.” They mean someone with more sexual prowess is openly indulging in sex and broadcasting it to stimulate the jealousy of the underclasses.
I’m pretty sure that’s not what people mean when they say “morality went out the window.”
This teen killed people cause he thought that beautiful girls were out of reach. The high school environment merely rubbed it in his face. Yes drugs to treat ADD might’ve eroded many of the impulse control functions in the teen, but the rage against the high school was still the gasoline.
[citation needed]
He might’ve had a picture or two taken with a girl next to him, but oftentimes those high school girls lie and simply eat up the male’s offerings without granting sexual access, but grant it to a random stud.
How dare young women choose who to have sex with, and who not to!
I’m not saying the girl he killed deserved it, it’s only that when you are in that frame of mind you cannot tell who is having more sex than others and you simply fill in the gaps with rage.
Wait, so if she had turned him down he would have been justified in killing her?
The beautiful girl simply represented everything that the teen couldn’t get. The steady love and wild sex of a valuable young girl.
Yeah, I think you’re confusing high school with porn again. His rampage lasted roughly a minute and a half. He shot her because she was there.
All the other theories posted on this site seem comical, self-righteous and weirdly off-point. It’s like you’re assessing the situation as an asexual senior citizen or righteous prude.
Not a lot of “prudes” here. Just people who find the “women need to have sex with ‘nice guys’ or these ‘nice gys’ will kill you all” to be a somewhat problematic argument.
Generally men want sex with young thin beauties who validate their existence.
Some men do. But most men, among those who are sexually attracted to women, aren’t as neurotically fixated on this small slice of the female demographic – women in their teens and early twenties who are somehow both virginal and sexually “wild” – as manosphere men seem to be. And most people don’t base their entire self-worth on whether or not they’re having sex with beautiful people.
Some men prefer women older than them. Some like women who are fat. Plenty of men don’t fixate on a particular physical type and are attracted to all sorts of different women. Believe it or not, whogoesthere, there are lots of men who are more interested in what’s in a woman’s head than they are in whether or not she matches up with some particular checklist of physical attributes.
If society removes all of the social pathways to attaining such a beauty, such as making prostitution illegal, increasing shame for men who seek sex, rewarding females and males called manginas who identify and mock the sex seekers and so on… this will lead to depression in men and all of the behaviors surrounding it, including shootings. Sounds pretty much like a logical line of reasoning to me.
And that’s the problem. It’s not actually a logical line of reasoning at all. It’s more like a sort of blackmail.
Men don’t kill women because they can’t have “the steady love and wild sex of a valuable young girl.” Sometimes men kill women because they feel entitled to have sex with these “valuable young girls” and become bitter and enraged when they can’t find a “valuable young girl” who agrees with them on this particular point.
It’s not the lack of “sexual access” that’s the problem. It’s the notion that your desire for “sexual access” means more than the right of that person to say “no.” It’s the notion that society has done you wrong because you can’t (at least at the moment) get laid. It’s the idea that your desire to have sex with a particular kind of woman somehow trumps the right of other people to live.
I mean, what the fucking fuck.
Oh, by the way, there’s no evidence that the shooter in question – Karl Halverson Pierson – was motivated by sexual frustration. His intended target was the school librarian, who is also the school’s debate coach. Pierson was obsessed with debate, and had some sort of grudge against the coach.
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WWTH: He still hasn’t explained why spending money on furniture is materialistic and spending money on video games isn’t.
You use the video games for a long time. The furniture, just wears out. Anyway, if you get a couch… you’re only using the part you sit on, the rest is wasted. So you have to invite people over, which just causes problems. If they are decent you have to hide your deeper understanding of the world, lest the truth make them sad and depressed; which will make them sad and angry* and there won’t be anyone to sit on the rest of the couch… so it’s wasted.
If you hide your inner feelings they will enjoy the company of manipulative you, and you will have to buy chips and beer, and shit like that, which costs money. So it’s wasted.
You really don’t get any benefit from furniture.
When the see what sort of heel the person they thought was “charming and feminist” is really like
Incidentally, if that’s the recent Ray Harryhausen: Special Effects Titan documentary, I unreservedly recommend it.
It’s lovely seeing all his successors queuing up to pay tribute – I particularly remember Dennis Muren saying that he made sure that the dinosaurs in Jurassic Park moved like Harryhausen dinosaurs because Harryhausen pretty much laid down the ground rules and any deviation from them would create serious cognitive dissonance on the part of the audience. So while the CGI may have made them smoother and more superficially convincing, they were still Harryhausen dinosaurs at base.
Well I’m glad you’re enjoying it so far Lea, though in some ways I felt the series didn’t live up to its themes of horror and decay. And again I just didn’t really feel for Eren, and I just feel the pacing is awful. How far in are you in to the series?
@Omnicrom: I really disliked Eren’s character, he just seems really one note and I had a lot of difficulty mustering any empathy for him, I was much more interested in the struggles and relationships of all the secondary characters.
That said, I devoured Attack on Titan in a weekend and really thought the horror elements were handled very well, even if a bit tediously by the end of the first series.
Saddest. Post. Ever.
By the way, I started working part-time when I was twelve. I graduated from college early and worked 80+ hours for years, starting at age nineteen. This was my choice. I didn’t resent it. I took pride in my self-sufficiency and my work ethic. If anything you have said is actually true, you should thank your father for giving you the only reason you have to get out of bed.
BTW — considering that you know you’re too boring to get a rilly hot chick, and you already fake 99% of your interactions, why not put some effort into becoming a more interesting person? You don’t even need to pick an actual interest. Considering that you believe that being with a hot lady is the *only* thing that would give your life purpose, it seems like straightforward cost/benefit to expend some energy developing some a more interesting false persona. You’d think a future CPA / day trader / master of the universe would be able to figure that out on his own.
Happy Birthday, kittehs!
And I think I owe LBT a belated congratulations on both an upcoming anniversary and for the hospital being interested in your work.
At least, I think this is the right thread.
OT, but while googling “kittens,” I found this. I’m not quite sure how to react to it.
Random facts: Salvador Dali was kicked out of the surrealist movement by the other surrealists.
I think this is the right thread:
re hair: When we were in Iraq one of the pains was hair, because even as short as we were keeping it, it got dirty. We had shampoo, but water was the harder thing to have enough of (I can wash myself, short haired; not as I am today, with 3 liters of water).
One of the things we did find was that really fine dust would do a fine job of taking excess oil off. Just a good brushing, and then a combing, and it was much as if it had been washed/conditioned.
We can call the hair comment a random fact. Only problem was the fineness of the required dust made that a hellhole of a spot to be living. We all had a sort of orange-yellow tan (I think it had been a brick factory).
That one made me lol. I love how universal these feel; no matter what culture they’re from, you immediately understand them.
Ooh, yes please. All kinds of Russian aphorisms and idioms are happily accepted.
Hey, I could use someone to read through and make my military people act more like military people and less like college students (what can I say, I’ve been in college but not in the military). Can you be tempted into it?
@pecunium, it still was the best month of my life despite the complications, but no, I can’t imagine what long term would be like, and neither can you, apparently. That girl was having sex with other people. Definitely not what I was talking about.
I also never called her shallow or amoral. That’s you projecting the “nice guy” stereotype on me.
And I have been actively working to make myself more interesting to women, especially working in directing and amplifying and following patterns of behavior that puas refuse to admit is just playing hard to get. It won’t get me hotties, but average chicks are blown away by it as long as I don’t screw up and loose frame.
Kicking Dali out of the Surrealist Movement is just too surreal.
Frank Zappa was nearly kicked out of the Mothers of Invention (his own band!) for being fiercely anti-drugs. Which comes as a bit of a surprise if you look at just about any random picture of him from the Sixties.
Chickens have been aware of this essential truth for millennia. And I daresay quite a few other species as well.
My random fact is that L Frank Baum and Upton Sinclair were friends.
Another fun fact, Talisa from Game of Thrones was played by Charlie Chaplin’s granddaughter.
The point is not the specific kind of activity that causes marking. The point is that “things which leave marks” and “a complicated life because of hiding and/or explaining marks” do not automatically go together.
I am not going to get drawn into a dick-waving competition about who’s had kinkier sex.
Good people, grown-up people, talk to each other about the sex they want to have. We discuss points like whether we are happy to receive marks, or to create them, and where, and by what means, and whether we want patterns or words or random scratches. It’s called negotiating. It’s important.
It also gets you more, better, and more repeatable sex, but that’s a secondary consideration.
Happy Birthday kittehserf!!!
Happy Birthday Kittehs!
Many many warm and happy thoughts to you and baskets of kitties for you to pet & cuddle.
No, I mean ACTUALLY doing something interesting, not reading sad BS blogs about “maintaining frame” written by guys who know even less about human nature than you do. I think someone else suggested learning how to play the guitar. Play tennis. Join a book club.
What’s undfreeland even trying to argue anymore, other than “Look at me!!!”
He was never trying to argue more than that. He’s a sock looking for attention.
Factoid:
There was a short lived condom produced in the mid to late 80’s with an adhesive strip down the inside called Mentors.
First attempt, adhesive strip didn’t stick and would bunch up from the friction, sometimes causing the condom to wrinkle up & slide off.
Second attempt, adhesive strip worked too well and would peel skin off the penis upon removal.
There was no third attempt.
Things you learn when your mom’s first career was as the director of public health at a large university. She was affectionately known as “the condom lady” for many years.
That and stretching a condom over your arm past the elbow usually shuts down the “it’s too small to fit over my enormous penis” argument real fast.
I used to hate it when that happened. I’d be talking to a guy, everything’s going swimmingly, and then – boom! – his loose frame drops a picture on the floor. Broken glass, splintered wood, ruined photo, it really spoils the mood.
I guess that’s what happens when you have a thing for photographers and art restorers, though. Loose frames are everywhere.
Where is this stuff about more attractive people being harder to get into bed coming from? Is that really a thing? In my world it’s compatibility of interests, links and personality that are hard to find. I don’t see more attractive men consistently with more attractive women.
“That and stretching a condom over your arm past the elbow usually shuts down the “it’s too small to fit over my enormous penis” argument real fast.”
I find this hilarious. :)
Adding to places with liberal folks, even here in Texas there are places like Dallas & Austin which are more liberal and left leaning than conservative. /pines for the Ann Richards days
But duckbunny, he doesn’t care about compatibility of interests, links or personality. After all, everyone (except him, apparently) is interchangeable
Note: I usually don’t make fun of typos, since I make enough of them myself. But I’ll make an exception for und. Always for und.
That delights me, though I can’t quite articulate why. I think I just like the idea of famous writers being real-life pals.
There’s something wrong with me, because right now that sounds like the most fun thing to do in the world. I want to go out and buy a box of Trojans just so I can see exactly how far they’ll go without breaking.
I’m not even sure why he wants to find an attractive woman or string of women. He doesn’t want a relationship, doesn’t want to know others/allow them to know him, doesn’t even enjoy sex (which now brings up why he’d want a real doll if he could afford one). He doesn’t actually seem to like other people in general. Basically, I don’t understand why he’d bother if these are his feelings/beliefs.
Long fingernails can be an issue and you have to apply the condom as you would to a penis, roll it down slowly & leave space at the tip or it will indeed tear.
And as icky as it might be, they do have to be lubricated.
My mom just got surprisingly good at it because it came up at almost every demonstration on safe sex.
This was at the height of the HIV epidemic so she was leading or providing training for safe sex demonstrations and discussion groups multiple times a week, just on her own time after work.
I ate a lot of bananas during that time period :)
I tried to explain this several pages ago, but to no avail.
One of my best friends was a stunning beauty in her teens and twenties and still looks great in her forties, and yet her husband is balding, paunchy and works as an actuary (which he described to me as “like an accountant, but even more boring”). But they’ll be celebrating their twentieth wedding anniversary next year, and are as happy as I’ve ever known them – because they bonded on a far deeper level than a superficial appearance-based one.
I daresay we all know countless similar examples.
And I learned that dental dams came in much more interesting and varied flavors than condoms.
True, Wetherby. When I was in high school, I ended up working for the wife of my computer science teacher. Both were in their sixties, but I considered them one of the cutest couples I knew, as they both clearly loved each other and enjoyed each other’s company. The preacher who married my husband and me has a remarkably similar relationship with his wife (they are both now in their sixties).
Happy birthday, kittehs!
My random fact: Egyptian Mau cats have a skin flap on each side of their bodies, running from the knee of the hind leg to the middle of the body. This helps them accelerate and turn better. They are the only breed of domestic cat with this feature. They’re also the only naturally spotted domestic cat breed. (they’re also very talkative and highly opinionated…)
Maus are also rare as hens teeth in the states, but for awhile we thought someone was backyard breeding them in our neighborhood – so many high percentage Maus running around, all bronze like our Kamikaze… Very strange.
Kamikaze is a fine name for a cat.
Happy birthday, kitties.
Random fact: Neil Gaiman enjoys being the unassuming spouse at events featuring Amanda Palmer. I’m sure that’s misandry somehow. :)
@Wetherby
Frank Zappa went to my high school :)
I think this pretty much defines almost every past or future interactions any of us are going to have with him.
Omnicrom ,
We haven’t gotten very far. We just made it past the view from the stomach scene.
Wetherby: We found her when she was barely six weeks old, teeny and adorable and the most imperious little brat! When she was walking, she discovered that humans are both tall and climbable. She took this knowledge and began diving from shoulders at the other cats. I call her Kami-chan, which translates loosely from Japanese as ‘little goddess.’
I’ve fallen in love with Mr FM and I’m a lesbian. It’s that impossible to resist a man with such high SMV.
piratejenny: Harry Morgan graduated from my high school! But so did Jim Bakker, so…
Not caught up but tinyorc, if you ever do get fish and need to move them by car long distances, been there, done that, can provide tips! And I’m always thrilled to convert someone to the love of the swimming critters :)
Happy birthday kitteh!
…great, I just scared the chipmunk :(
Well, that works. I forgot I had granola, I’ve set out munchies for the little guy when he comes back out (and he[?] will, I’m between nest and where little one went foraging)
Pecunium — save me a piece of the whacked off forsythia, I figured out why my mother wants it to overgrow the yard — the sweet pea is back and winning, I’d bet dollars to donuts she’d prefer the yellow stuff…chipmunk back, need to freeze in place.
Or not, something is apparently more interesting than my granola!
Eh, it’s the all about me show…guess I’ll go read other threads, but first!
Regarding condom sizes, I recently discovered these folks — http://www.theyfit.co.uk — we’ll soon be working out the whole “ship to the US” issue, cuz comfort is a factor, regardless if I can fit my arm in a condom or not! (Note that factor =/= excuse not to wear one!)
@Argenti
I think those were the ones featured in the film Unhung Hero, right?
“Unhung Hero” – I just woke up my baby.
Piratejennie — no idea, after dealing with the XL’s not fitting well, and googling around to see if we have bigger condoms in the states (we don’t), I found them. If you think pausing to put a rubber on ruins sex, imagine what pausing to measure for one does! (It was quite hilarious actually, probably cuz I was quite drunk)
Tcwill00 // falconer — besides being rudely awoken, how are the little ones?
Happy birthday, kitteh.
PFFFF!
It’s a real movie, although I probably should have offered context :)
@Argenti
I in no way meant to imply that fit and comfort aren’t important with condoms or that they can be uncomfortable for some men.
This was just a way to maintain focus on safe sex and proper condom use when guys (young college aged) got disruptive by joking that they couldn’t possibly use condoms because they were just too small.
Condom went over the arm, people had a laugh and then the substance of the talk could continue.
*can’t…
Thanks for the birthday wishes, kitties, singing cards and suits, everyone! :)
It’s Saturday morning here, so I have a while to gear up for the next slice of uberpowerful birthday cake.
And WHEEE! congrats for Rogan and Mac (today our time, tomorrow your time)! Happy anniversary!
When I told this to the real-life Mr. FM, he blushed.
Er, I mean, he nodded regally and said “Yeah, I get that a lot.”
Oh, I got you, and have a flashing “they’re called condoms” gif for our trolls who think men have no BC options. I guess I was more reiterating your point and failing — regardless what size it is, you can find condones that fit. And should use ‘em!
@Argenti
Okay, good.
I can be a little tone deaf online, so I doubt you were failing to make your point.
I also didn’t want to make my mom seem like a jerk, if a guy was having genuine discomfort or brought up size as a serious issue she certainly wouldn’t have humiliated him.
Ahhhh….I am liking this thread so much more now that undfreeland seems to have pissed off.
Warm, friendly birthday & anniversary wishes, safe sex, stories of happy couple-hood, healthy sex lives, sexy historical figures, and random trivia.
And food.
My kind of thread.
*waves at kittehs*
Glad you are having a good start to your birthday weekend!
I had a friend who swore he tried wearing condoms but they bruised him around the base of his cock.
When I mentioned that you could stretch them over a large cucumber, he said, “There’s no blood in that cucumber”. I dropped the subject. I was not personally invested in the matter.
I don’t think he was bluffing. I suppose I could call him up and ask if he ever found a size that fit him, but that would be awkward.
Lea: from personal experience, I’ve had a similar problem. It’s an issue of trying to apply something cylindrical to something that isn’t (necessarily). It’s pretty much impossible to come up with a One Size Fits All condom, because there’s not only variance in size, but shape (bigger at the bottom, bigger at the top, bent, curved, twisted!).
Pretty much the same problem as breasts and bras, in other words, except bras don’t drastically change fit based on blood flow. :P
Und: @pecunium, it still was the best month of my life despite the complications, but no, I can’t imagine what long term would be like, and neither can you, apparently.
That made me laugh. I don’t need to imagine it. I have it. My wife just came down from making some rice so I can make a pilau to put under the cumin mustard chicken for supper. She’s reclined at the foot of my bed; asking about some of the yarn in my shelves.
Our other partner just came home from work, and we have a houseguest coming. We will be social. The garden is going well (the first batch of beans is hitting the exponential growth stage. I have poppies in bloom, dill in leaf, oregano ready to start harvesting. Later I will probably spin some yarn. Perhaps I will do some fencing (swords, not perimeter). Snuggling has taken place. More snuggling will happen.
When she see me, she lights up . The same happens when I see her. We can look across a room and just smile at each other, and a bad time becomes more bearable; a good time becomes better.
So yeah, go ahead and tell me how I can’t imagine it. Better thing is… this isn’t the first time I’ve had that sort of relationship. Best thing is I have exes with who much of that still exists.
It it perfect? No. Nothing in life is perfect, but it’s fucking great. It doesn’t suck to be me.
Somehow it seems you can’t say the same.
I also never called her shallow or amoral.
Not in so many words. You just bemoaned that when she went away, she also stopped seeing you.
And I have been actively working to make myself more interesting to women, especially working in directing and amplifying and following patterns of behavior that puas refuse to admit is just playing hard to get. It won’t get me hotties, but average chicks are blown away by it as long as I don’t screw up and loose frame.
You don’t get it. That’s not making yourself interesting.* That’s the “PlayStation Model of Sex”. If you just make the right moves (“don’t lose frame”) then women will spread their legs.
Nonsense. When I say I don’t worry about it… I don’t worry about it. When I go to a dance, I don’t care how I look to, “The Hotties”. When I flirt with someone I flirt with them because I find it pleasant. I don’t do it to get them into bed.
I’ve even taught flirting, but you aren’t going to be any good at it, because there is only one secret to being a good flirt: sincerity. Whatever you say to a person you are flirting with has to be something you really believe.
Since you don’t believe women are real people, you can’t flirt. Which leaves you with Game. Good luck with that. Does Game work? Sort of. It tells men to talk to women, to engage with them. By doing that it increases the odds of successfully having sex with another person infinitely.
But that won’t lead to bliss. It might lead to fucking. If you were the sort of person who put another’s needs and interests at some level of parity it might even lead to good sex, and repeat performances. But, from the wealth of information you’ve shared here… I don’t see that as being likely.
So I don’t see you getting what you want (that long term “hottie” of a woman, who adores you leading to the state of “bliss: you can’t imagine). Because the needed empathy isn’t in you. You aren’t a whole person, and being a whole person is pretty much prerequisite for real bliss.
*If you want to be interesting, you have to care about something. Do something. You have to take an interest.
Me, I’m interesting. I have a fuck-ton of hobbies (a fuck-ton is more than a butt-load, it’s even more than a metric butt-load). In my time I’ve also had a lot of jobs.
I fence, spin, work metal, turn wood/do simple carpentry, keep orchids, write poems, collect knives and sword, cook, teach knife skills, keep orchids, do bonsai, sing, play pennywhistle, drink wine, make cocktails, act, dance, (English Country dancing, English Regency Dancing, West Coast Swing). I have done pottery, been a machinist, catered, worked pizza, been a studio projectionist. I was the model for the hero of a video game (both the game proper, and the cover). I’m a photographer, and I’ve written a book on the basics of dSLRs. I’ve been a newspaper reporter. I spent 16 years in the Army as an interrogator and interrogation instructor, I’ve travelled to speak at conferences on the subject of torture. I ride motorcycles. I climb rocks, and camp in the desert. I’ve been a small farmer. I do archery, and riflery (in which I used to compete: and which I taught in the Army). I make mead, and will probably soon take a stab at making beer.
I wear kilts from the moment the weather gets warm enough, until it gets too cold.
If you did one of those things, you’d be tons more interesting than you are now. If you had half a dozen hobbies you cared about the numbe of women who were interested in you, in whom you would find yourself also interested (and you’d find them interesting, because you shared an interest).
But you, you won’t do that, because you are too wordly. You’ve made yourself in a dwarf from C.S. Lewis “The Last Battle”. No matter who tries to tell you there is a better world outside the hell-hole you’ve made of your own skull, you won’t leave.
It’s just to fucking pleasant to blame the world for your choosing to be a shallow ass.
Lea: re condoms. Some work, some don’t. I’ve had some which made it feel as if there was a band round my dick, trying to cut it off at the base.
That’s been the usual point of real complaint for me… the way the ring/unrolled portion constricts (though some are oddly lacking in elasticity, and so end up splitting at the tip).
I loved that, pecunium. I know that feeling.
I think this is part of why I intensely dislike anyone trying to flirt with me (I don’t count mutual play with Mr K as flirting). It’s not just that it’s not reciprocated and downright offensive: it’s that I don’t believe it for a second. I read it as some man trying to get attention, not as someone actually interested in me. I never invite it and it makes my skin crawl on the mercifully rare occasions it happens.
LOL!
Underwhelming, that isn’t anything but boring. Playing hard to get just makes you look like the childish twit you are. You’re trying to put on an act, and people will see through that pretty damn quickly. You’re no more interesting than any PUA who thinks card tricks or juggling make him special. You’ll never be interesting, because you don’t care about things, as pecunium said, and you don’t care about people: you’re not interested in anyone, you don’t see other people as really being alive. It’d suck to be you.
I can attest that pecunium and his lovely new wife are absolutely adorable together. Makes me all “aww, that’s so sweet, that’s what I want” — the same way the *gasps, clutches pearls* elderly couple I sometimes see in the park here looks, they’ em both gotta be at least 70, and clearly love each other.
And a firefly just attempted to land in my mouth! Thank you little bug for being lit up at the time, off you go now!
I’m having more fun with the firefly that tried entering my mouth than troll boy seems to ever have. That’s sad.
And why am I outside? Well, I came out for a smoke and realized the BF would be home soon enough, and then the fireflies came out, so I’ve decided to stay out here and watch the pretty bugs until he gets home and I can surprise him. Guess I should turn off the light then, particularly since it confused the firefly!
Dude who says he’s good looking enough to model thinks women like him for his hobbies lol
And fencing? What? Do you live on a manor?
Was an interrogator in the army and thinks he’s fit to comment on any one else’s morality.
Believes sincerity is the key to flirting, man, things must really be different in Europe.
It would be awesome if that was true. But women don’t care if you have the same interests, as far as being attracted to someone goes. Nobody does. Sure that can form the basis of a solid relationship, but the initial Attraction that forms in the first few minutes of meeting someone is innate. You can’t do anything about it.
Beautiful people live on ignorance of the advantages they have.
Fireflies! I’d love to see them.
I had more fun getting fanged by Ebil Maddie a few minutes ago than underwhelming troll’s probably ever had in his life.
Still no BF, and the fireflies seem to have called it a night, so I’m back.
They’re lovely bugs, even when they crash into your face!
We should play “questionably shitty things that are more fun than troll boy’s ever had” :)
Being chewed alive by mosquitoes. Because it was while laying the mulch for the rope course at camp and ZIPLINE!! So what if I looked and felt like I had chickenpox again, ropes, and zipline!
And OF COURSE he just got home, should’ve waited five more min!
Pecunium, do we ever get to see some wedding pics?
But let’s be honest. If undies joined a circus skills group and took a real interest in juggling, unicycling or acrobatics, or learning how to maintain trapeze equipment, or get involved in background/support work like erect seating or fancy tents, he’d have a lot better life and may be a lot more interesting to other people, some of whom might be women.
@Argenti
I’ll play!
Scooping a big scary spider that scuttled onto my desk into a yogurt cup and releasing it into my front yard at the same time about 30 sparrow are taking dirt baths under the big evergreen by my porch.
They are so used to my presence that only a few flew off and I got to sit on my front steps and watch them flap around and groom each other while I tried to convince myself that every hair brushing over my neck wasn’t the spider coming back for a second go.
Now I get to heat up some leftover mushroom pilau & roasted root veggies before my sweetie comes home with enough time to put together a salad & chill some wine.
What a lovely evening.