Isolated BDSM Blurts: Facehugger Fetish

It sure feels like Friday.

I was disappointed to realize it’s Thursday and month end.
 
What’s it like when it doesn’t rain? I can’t even remember anymore.
 
We finally got rain yesterday.
Some parts here have gone over a month with no rain.
It’s been raining every day here since I got back home from my trip. Raining enough to cause some problems, like flooding metro stations etc., but nothing extreme luckily. It’s been raining so much, though, that I haven’t even been able to go mushroom picking and that is just the worst. 😔

Blurt: should I sign up for smooth or choppy crossword league? Smooth will be guaranteed relaxing and fun, but should I go for the more challenging one now after having done the easier one several times already? Although I’ve had trouble with some puzzles even with the easier clues in past… Hmm…
 
I have a run on my pantyhose and it annoys me so much. Black pantyhose, to make things worse. 😡

But the weather is lovely, finally a day when it’s not raining!!! 😍
 
The first Persian class of the semester is starting. Maybe the biggest reason why I decided to continue with Persian, despite the course being a lot more leisurely pace than I’d prefer, was the teacher.

They’ve changed the teacher. I’m not a happy camper, but I’m trying to keep an open mind. Fingers crossed.
 
The first Persian class of the semester is starting. Maybe the biggest reason why I decided to continue with Persian, despite the course being a lot more leisurely pace than I’d prefer, was the teacher.

They’ve changed the teacher. I’m not a happy camper, but I’m trying to keep an open mind. Fingers crossed.
Hope it works out well!
 
I haven’t watched this show but stumbled over the clip and
”What’s your favourite period film?”
”Carrie”
made me almost squirt tea through my nose.

I thought about posting it in ”What made you smile?” but while she is spot on with
”Infantilizing bollocks”, ”ghettoizing” and
”children’s table award” it hardly makes me smile, so it goes here instead.
 
I just had a meeting that lasted an hour and most of the time was spent on talking about if people should be added as recipients on an email in an order that shows their rank or if they can be added in whatever order their names pop into your head.

Is that really something people pay attention to? And pointless meetings like that make me want to slit my wrists. I’ll have to start getting the sniffles every other Wednesday so that I won’t have to participate.
 
A woman who knows when to take control and when to give it up is the hottest creature on the planet!
 
You think you saw her naked, because you saw her undressed? Tell me about her dreams. Tell me what breaks her heart. What gets her excited and what makes her cry. Tell me about her childhood. Or even better, tell me her story, without you in it. You maybe saw her bare skin and touched her body, but you still know about her only as much as of a book you held, but never opened.
 
I believe it's just the beginning of The Dark Ages. Everything across the spectrum of the Internet is just turning to shit.
Yes.
Sadly, I don’t have much hope for Enlightenment.

I mean, I’m old and bitter-nostalgic sometimes and should probably be made to look at old Angelfire guestbook posts or some of the Usenet discussions that gave rise to Godwin’s law, but I don’t think it’s just that and I seem to be in good company anyway.
 
Occasionally, I contemplate the idea of documenting my (sexual) memoirs. I sense a certain parallel to Giacomo Casanova, whose life is often depicted as a carefree and erotic escapade by (porn) directors. In reality, it's more akin to a tragic romance at best and a drama at other times. I believe there could be some entertainment value, for better or worse, in sharing my life experiences with others. Nevertheless, I also acknowledge the possibility that I might be indulging in self-delusion.
 
Occasionally, I contemplate the idea of documenting my (sexual) memoirs. I sense a certain parallel to Giacomo Casanova, whose life is often depicted as a carefree and erotic escapade by (porn) directors. In reality, it's more akin to a tragic romance at best and a drama at other times. I believe there could be some entertainment value, for better or worse, in sharing my life experiences with others. Nevertheless, I also acknowledge the possibility that I might be indulging in self-delusion.
Well, I’ve loved the memoirs since I read them as a teen, so I’ll vote ”Do it!”

I can forgive the porn directors for getting it wrong, because it’s their job to direct porn. What I find worse is that a lot of people have read the book and still seem to not get it at all.
I asked my parents about it back as a teen (I guess I had expected something different, because teen :D) and my mother said that many people are stupid and my father gave me a longish lecture about social mores, moral, church etc and threw Zweig at me.

I’ve reread the memoires a few times. Last time a year or so ago, because I found this book by Lydia Flem, Casanova:The man who really loved women, and wanted to read back as she references them.
It was interesting to read them like that.

https://books.google.se/books/about/Casanova.html?id=Zr-aQgAACAAJ&redir_esc=y
 
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