I like to make cosplay and stare at butts.
Things I like and will post about: cosplay. butts. punk. cigars. convention adventures. Tom Hiddleston. the Sex Pistols. Gary Oldman. Christoph Waltz. John Lydon. Gordon Ramsay. aerial. circus. Tim Roth. hot older men. pole dance. sexual frustration. Adam Jonas Segaller. BATS. knitting. Star Trek.
Wow my throat kills rn. Thanks for the strep, Lefty. That’s what I get for making out with a hot old married dude heh heh.
I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’
Sugar gods be good to me! The POT I had a date with tonight is pleasant to talk to, interesting, has good taste in everything, and he’s actually cute! He actually has a jawline unlike the last one. Hoping I can land him for reals!
I read several dozen stories a year from miserable, lonely guys who insist that women won’t come near them despite the fact that they are just the nicest guys in the world.
..I’m asking what do you offer? Are you smart? Funny? Interesting? Talented? Ambitious? Creative? OK, now what do you do to demonstrate those attributes to the world? Don’t say that you’re a nice guy — that’s the bare minimum.
“Well, I’m not sexist or racist or greedy or shallow or abusive! Not like those other douchebags!”
I’m sorry, I know that this is hard to hear, but if all you can do is list a bunch of faults you don’t have, then back the fuck away..
..Don’t complain about how girls fall for jerks; they fall for those jerks because those jerks have other things they can offer. “But I’m a great listener!” Are you? Because you’re willing to sit quietly in exchange for the chance to be in the proximity of a pretty girl (and spend every second imagining how soft her skin must be)? Well guess what, there’s another guy in her life who also knows how to do that, and he can play the guitar. Saying that you’re a nice guy is like a restaurant whose only selling point is that the food doesn’t make you sick. You’re like a new movie whose title is This Movie Is in English, and its tagline is “The actors are clearly visible”.
Just used this to send Redshirt a postcard… He said he loved writing to me and getting my letters but he was afraid he would get in trouble, so I haven’t been writing him. I don’t want him to think I stopped because I don’t want him anymore, so I went through Click2Mail and uploaded an image that will mean something to him but not to anyone else. No text, no return name, just a picture and a mailing address. He has a week left in rehab and my card should get to him a few days before he’s released. Here’s hoping he’s realized he doesn’t need to put up with that kind of abusive relationship. This week is ‘family week’ though, so it’s possible that the abusive wife has been in counseling with him all week, which could be good or bad. Knowing her, she’ll promise the world long enough to get her claws back in him and then start treating him like shit again. If that happens I guess I’ll have to wait a little longer. He’ll have to get tired of it eventually…
It isn’t Christoph Waltz is it? LolGood Lord no, I wish I was lucky enough to be his mistress! That’s certainly worth daydreaming about though… *dies*
Also I wish I could tell you who Lefty is, because a few of you would shit houses. Not just bricks. Entire houses.
and sugar babies are still shaming other sex workers.
You sugar babies that look down on escorts, prostitutes (pretty much any other sex worker) are fucking disgusting. Society will not look at you any different because you call yourself a sugar baby. So, instead of shaming fellow sex workers, learn from them, appreciate them, thank them, congratulate them.