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There really is no end is there.
I like being turned on.
I like surfing the web for things that turn me on... that I know turn me on.
And I am happy with what I find
And I'll stick to the route
And after some time I'll get to paring things down to a handful of people and places.
And life goes on rather contentedly, because really? What more do you need in this day of porn tubes and all that? It's all right fucking there. Lit's here for your literate whimsy. Ampics for your desire to communicate with online hotties that... for the most part... are doing it out of the goodness of their own hearts, it fulfills their exhibitionist side, and... well because it's fun.
So I find my handful of spamless tube sites I visit. If one of the headlines grabs me I'll check it out. But mostly the newly posted vids were the newly posted vids of one of the others the other day, or brings nothing new to my table, or I'm just not feeling it and surfing out of habit (which is more often then not, the usual case)
I find my handful of ampic threads I'll check out... see what's new visually or communication wise. I'll check out my thread. If I'm feeling something I'll share it. If not, I move on.
It is a rare event that I'll actually check out the ampic forum. My bookmark for this place sends me to my control panel and all I care about has already been subscribed to shows up there, so... no need... no interest to checkout the main page.
Except of course when I feel like it.
So I'll checkout the main page. And for whatever reason, I've come to expect it to be no different than what's showing up on my User CP. And not only is it different, there's a shit-ton of people I've never even heard of.
Now... I'm not saying that in the sense of "who are these nobodies anyway?" as if I'm King Shit atop the springtime shit flinger or anything. I'm saying it more along the lines of being something like a Lit Van Winkle waking up from his smutty slut slumber... or like when Diane tells Renton there's more music to listen to than just Iggy Pop and takes him to a rave and he's like "whoa..." in the movie Trainspotting.
So I'll get to clicking on some threads. Usually the ones on the better side of 20 pages because they are the least likely to be some idiot fucktard who... for whatever extremely significant reason that is lacking in there lives go through the time and effort to find, edit, re-crop, resize, and whatever the fuck they do so poorly to make whatever photo they swiped from someone/somewhere else, look as if they haven't been swiped from someone/somewhere and make an effort to come off as having an original personality as if to even fool themselves that they are indeed that sexyass someone they are posting as... yeah I have no time for that.
you know what else is a fucking tip-off? if a thread reaches 20 pages in like... 3 days. Even if said person is real... something about them is askew and needs to be sequestered in the dramatorium until they calm the fuck down or prove themselves otherwise sane--in my asshole opinion.
So there I am ambling beside myself about a new scene no different than one I'm already well familiar with, and I like my surroundings, and the regular contributors of encouragement are doing their encouraging... which I will honestly tell you I am thankful for because I fucking suck at it and I'm glad as hell there's guys out there... if anything... with the ware with all to do what needs to be done to keep a woman willing to stick around and take her clothes off. I tip my hat to thee gentlemen. I tip my hat indeed.
...and I'm really attracted to a few and as soon as the notion to engage said individuals in my curious sort of way that for whatever and however-the-fuck-works... I'm like "why."
I'm like "Why?" squared.
The first why is along the lines of... What more do I need that I don't already have?
The second (and more interesting one to me) is along the lines of... Why is it that this all keeps going? Why hasn't any of this stopped? Why is it that I keep thinking such would stop?
I guess that's more like... Why^4. And now all in the proper context... it's the 4th "why" that I find the most interesting. Mostly because I believe it's something we all wonder and want to know.
In my youth I was under the impression that once I found someone that would get naked for me I wouldn't need to see pictures and videos of people I don't know get naked... as often anyway. I believed that once I found love... once I fell in love... that love would stop finding me, that I would stop falling in it.
But it keeps going. There is no end.
That is... unless you end it for yourself. Either in purpose or "exhaustion".
Quotes for the word exhaustion because that's not really the right word but it's pretty damn close. "Enough" could be used as well. but even then I don't like what first comes to mind. Exhaustion implies that one has become weak or old. Enough implies that one has given up... quit.
Fuck it... I'm rewriting that shit. Give me a moment to think. Hold on...
blahblahblah...
But it keeps going. There is no end.
That is... unless you end it for yourself. Either in purpose... or having reached the point of personal satiation.
yeah... personal satiation.
something oft and easily confused or errantly associated with "old age". Though errantly used by those that have reached this point to question the reason and purpose to meet "youthful needs" thereby validating its association with "old age".
This is more easily understood in terms of technology... cellphones in particular. I have a flip phone. I like my phone. Aside from lacking a QWERTY keyboard (my old phone has one but I keep butt-dialing folks while I'm at work. And it is WAY the fuck less rugged than my newer phone. Seriously, my newer phone can--and does--take a beating. Starting to get the feeling that the number of beatings it can take are dwindling though), my new phone satiates all I need a phone that can fit in my pocket, to have. BOOM! Done.
...and then one day I had a moment of realization. Once my phone takes it's last beating (hopefully after my contract is up) I will have to get a new or newerish phone and chances that this phone will be so wonderfully limited in it's capabilities as my current phone is are probably going to be pretty damn small.
This realization caused me to feel... well... exhausted. Not opposed. Not curmudgeonly so (though I recognize how easy it would be to fall into that shoe). But capably so. Like having to get out of bed early and on your day off to take a friend to the airport.
And so I'm at ampics and I click on a thread and I realize at some point between how old I was when I first joined and how old I am at the moment that 18-23 year old women look like 15-17 year old girls and I wonder why the fuck they don't have better things to do? Me and my age bracket had better things to do because those better things to do at the time involved a relatively new thing called "the internet" and we all got to doing stupid shit like posting naked photos of ourselves and well... now we're kinda locked into stupid so... what do we care?
But you all... so much promise!
Not that I'm bitching. I'm simply entertained. The dumb following the stupid; plodding onward toward finding what they are looking for, finding it, and wondering why more keeps coming at them. Some continue to pursue it; believing they are capable to accept it all, and all without consequence. Others simply end it, personally and perfectly satiated.
I like being turned on.
I like surfing the web for things that turn me on... that I know turn me on.
And I am happy with what I find
And I'll stick to the route
And after some time I'll get to paring things down to a handful of people and places.
And life goes on rather contentedly, because really? What more do you need in this day of porn tubes and all that? It's all right fucking there. Lit's here for your literate whimsy. Ampics for your desire to communicate with online hotties that... for the most part... are doing it out of the goodness of their own hearts, it fulfills their exhibitionist side, and... well because it's fun.
So I find my handful of spamless tube sites I visit. If one of the headlines grabs me I'll check it out. But mostly the newly posted vids were the newly posted vids of one of the others the other day, or brings nothing new to my table, or I'm just not feeling it and surfing out of habit (which is more often then not, the usual case)
I find my handful of ampic threads I'll check out... see what's new visually or communication wise. I'll check out my thread. If I'm feeling something I'll share it. If not, I move on.
It is a rare event that I'll actually check out the ampic forum. My bookmark for this place sends me to my control panel and all I care about has already been subscribed to shows up there, so... no need... no interest to checkout the main page.
Except of course when I feel like it.
So I'll checkout the main page. And for whatever reason, I've come to expect it to be no different than what's showing up on my User CP. And not only is it different, there's a shit-ton of people I've never even heard of.
Now... I'm not saying that in the sense of "who are these nobodies anyway?" as if I'm King Shit atop the springtime shit flinger or anything. I'm saying it more along the lines of being something like a Lit Van Winkle waking up from his smutty slut slumber... or like when Diane tells Renton there's more music to listen to than just Iggy Pop and takes him to a rave and he's like "whoa..." in the movie Trainspotting.
So I'll get to clicking on some threads. Usually the ones on the better side of 20 pages because they are the least likely to be some idiot fucktard who... for whatever extremely significant reason that is lacking in there lives go through the time and effort to find, edit, re-crop, resize, and whatever the fuck they do so poorly to make whatever photo they swiped from someone/somewhere else, look as if they haven't been swiped from someone/somewhere and make an effort to come off as having an original personality as if to even fool themselves that they are indeed that sexyass someone they are posting as... yeah I have no time for that.
you know what else is a fucking tip-off? if a thread reaches 20 pages in like... 3 days. Even if said person is real... something about them is askew and needs to be sequestered in the dramatorium until they calm the fuck down or prove themselves otherwise sane--in my asshole opinion.
So there I am ambling beside myself about a new scene no different than one I'm already well familiar with, and I like my surroundings, and the regular contributors of encouragement are doing their encouraging... which I will honestly tell you I am thankful for because I fucking suck at it and I'm glad as hell there's guys out there... if anything... with the ware with all to do what needs to be done to keep a woman willing to stick around and take her clothes off. I tip my hat to thee gentlemen. I tip my hat indeed.
...and I'm really attracted to a few and as soon as the notion to engage said individuals in my curious sort of way that for whatever and however-the-fuck-works... I'm like "why."
I'm like "Why?" squared.
The first why is along the lines of... What more do I need that I don't already have?
The second (and more interesting one to me) is along the lines of... Why is it that this all keeps going? Why hasn't any of this stopped? Why is it that I keep thinking such would stop?
I guess that's more like... Why^4. And now all in the proper context... it's the 4th "why" that I find the most interesting. Mostly because I believe it's something we all wonder and want to know.
In my youth I was under the impression that once I found someone that would get naked for me I wouldn't need to see pictures and videos of people I don't know get naked... as often anyway. I believed that once I found love... once I fell in love... that love would stop finding me, that I would stop falling in it.
But it keeps going. There is no end.
That is... unless you end it for yourself. Either in purpose or "exhaustion".
Quotes for the word exhaustion because that's not really the right word but it's pretty damn close. "Enough" could be used as well. but even then I don't like what first comes to mind. Exhaustion implies that one has become weak or old. Enough implies that one has given up... quit.
Fuck it... I'm rewriting that shit. Give me a moment to think. Hold on...
blahblahblah...
But it keeps going. There is no end.
That is... unless you end it for yourself. Either in purpose... or having reached the point of personal satiation.
yeah... personal satiation.
something oft and easily confused or errantly associated with "old age". Though errantly used by those that have reached this point to question the reason and purpose to meet "youthful needs" thereby validating its association with "old age".
This is more easily understood in terms of technology... cellphones in particular. I have a flip phone. I like my phone. Aside from lacking a QWERTY keyboard (my old phone has one but I keep butt-dialing folks while I'm at work. And it is WAY the fuck less rugged than my newer phone. Seriously, my newer phone can--and does--take a beating. Starting to get the feeling that the number of beatings it can take are dwindling though), my new phone satiates all I need a phone that can fit in my pocket, to have. BOOM! Done.
...and then one day I had a moment of realization. Once my phone takes it's last beating (hopefully after my contract is up) I will have to get a new or newerish phone and chances that this phone will be so wonderfully limited in it's capabilities as my current phone is are probably going to be pretty damn small.
This realization caused me to feel... well... exhausted. Not opposed. Not curmudgeonly so (though I recognize how easy it would be to fall into that shoe). But capably so. Like having to get out of bed early and on your day off to take a friend to the airport.
And so I'm at ampics and I click on a thread and I realize at some point between how old I was when I first joined and how old I am at the moment that 18-23 year old women look like 15-17 year old girls and I wonder why the fuck they don't have better things to do? Me and my age bracket had better things to do because those better things to do at the time involved a relatively new thing called "the internet" and we all got to doing stupid shit like posting naked photos of ourselves and well... now we're kinda locked into stupid so... what do we care?
But you all... so much promise!
Not that I'm bitching. I'm simply entertained. The dumb following the stupid; plodding onward toward finding what they are looking for, finding it, and wondering why more keeps coming at them. Some continue to pursue it; believing they are capable to accept it all, and all without consequence. Others simply end it, personally and perfectly satiated.
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