Bits and pieces

[ItsKittyBitches]

me too. but you know... you're still pretty young. you very well may end up with such a man. but let us not forget... even they need love, understanding, and respect. It's easy to sit here and be all "fucking weirdo freaks..." about them, but when it comes right the fuck down to it they are still human.

of course... that goes for them toe sucking creepy fuckers too. and ALL fucking fetishists for that matter. It all goes back to the bullshit I was talking about when I was going off on my deep attraction towards the more thicker buxom woman and what Dan Savage said in the article I posted.

We are people first. Human fucking beings, not the object (or interest, or action, or intellect) of what causes someone to be attracted to us.

I do believe, though, if for whatever reason I was to end up with a man who was attracted to me for my toesies, I would probably drop him and let some other woman who's more interested in that aspect of sexuality have him.

Wouldn't want to let the human being be unsatisfied, eh?

 

[Vixxennn]

the whole "natural" thing and the whole "bad boy" thing can fucking kiss my fucking ass. People like me; we, don't have time for this shit. They all need to start being attracted to us when we're bringing our fucking A-game into the ring.

I agree about 50%. The whole "natural" thing is ridiculous. Hit on me when I'm wearing my 4 inch heels, a dress, and a good hair day. Not when I'm in the grocery store in my glasses, sweats and no makeup.

But the bad boy thing? I'd never give that up. But that's more a frame of mind, not necessarily a state of dress/cleanliness. I like my boys bad... or at least mildly devious.

 

[ItsKittyBitches]

I agree about 50%. The whole "natural" thing is ridiculous. Hit on me when I'm wearing my 4 inch heels, a dress, and a good hair day. Not when I'm in the grocery store in my glasses, sweats and no makeup.

But the bad boy thing? I'd never give that up. But that's more a frame of mind, not necessarily a state of dress/cleanliness. I like my boys bad... or at least mildly devious.

I agree with this 100% .
I absolutely despise when I feel and look like crap and I get hit on... because I'm generally just like "Not in the mood, get the fuck out."
Whereas, when I feel good... well, you know.

 

[jondalar_77]

I agree with this 100% .
I absolutely despise when I feel and look like crap and I get hit on... because I'm generally just like "Not in the mood, get the fuck out."
Whereas, when I feel good... well, you know.

but some people always look good...even at their worst!

 

[y=mx+b]

It's best to kill Love
Before he makes you a fool
pointing out the curves of her flesh
the flush of her lips
the depth of her eyes.

It's best to kill him
to keep him from getting you to want her
pushing you in her direction
like a kid pushed on stage
or called upon to answer a question he knows nothing about.

Kill him before he looks at you
and smirks
and taps into your weak stupidity

Kill him before he turns your head
and makes you notice her
and makes you want her
and makes you wish she knew no other but you.

He is not your friend
His work is to entertain himself
laughing at your beliefs of what you are not...
of what you can't ever be.

Love hates you
Cuts you deep
makes you bleed from your eyes
fills your sinuses with snot to keep you from breathing
lays siege of your thoughts
dictates who you are to think about most
and how you think about them
creating stories
and ideas
and lustful desires
of taking their spit covered tongue into your mouth
and feeling the texture of it with your own
allowing yourself to become turned on by such an intrusion
letting it give birth to a propensity
that clouds intimate reason
that can only be expressed through physical action.

Kill it!
Kill love before he makes your hearts touch
through conversation and thoughts and subtle gestures
before memories are created
and longed to be repeated

Kill love
before your fingers clasp
and entwine while walking
in the park
mall
hospital
home
under the covers
naked
keeping warm
keeping her warm
feeling her head on your chest
smelling her hair
still tasting her on your tongue
and seeing the lips of her vagina behind your eyelids upon their closing.

Destroy all notions of Love
before it's all you can think about
all you can feel
all you want to feel

Destroy it
because it is not beautiful
it is heavy
and it's roots do not just grow into your heart
they grow into your lungs
and your brain
and when that insipid weed is pulled
it pulls all those things with it
disrupting the soiled emotions with in you
that no shower can wash the pain from
leaving you left to cry them out as best you can
alone
under the hot water
trickling into the drain below you
muffling the sobs you wish for no one to ever hear.

 

[Sweetone70]

It's best to kill Love
Before he makes you a fool
pointing out the curves of her flesh
the flush of her lips
the depth of her eyes.

It's best to kill him
to keep him from getting you to want her
pushing you in her direction
like a kid pushed on stage
or called upon to answer a question he knows nothing about.

Kill him before he looks at you
and smirks
and taps into your weak stupidity

Kill him before he turns your head
and makes you notice her
and makes you want her
and makes you wish she knew no other but you.

He is not your friend
His work is to entertain himself
laughing at your beliefs of what you are not...
of what you can't ever be.

Love hates you
Cuts you deep
makes you bleed from your eyes
fills your sinuses with snot to keep you from breathing
lays siege of your thoughts
dictates who you are to think about most
and how you think about them
creating stories
and ideas
and lustful desires
of taking their spit covered tongue into your mouth
and feeling the texture of it with your own
allowing yourself to become turned on by such an intrusion
letting it give birth to a propensity
that clouds intimate reason
that can only be expressed through physical action.

Kill it!
Kill love before he makes your hearts touch
through conversation and thoughts and subtle gestures
before memories are created
and longed to be repeated

Kill love
before your fingers clasp
and entwine while walking
in the park
mall
hospital
home
under the covers
naked
keeping warm
keeping her warm
feeling her head on your chest
smelling her hair
still tasting her on your tongue
and seeing the lips of her vagina behind your eyelids upon their closing.

Destroy all notions of Love
before it's all you can think about
all you can feel
all you want to feel

Destroy it
because it is not beautiful
it is heavy
and it's roots do not just grow into your heart
they grow into your lungs
and your brain
and when that insipid weed is pulled
it pulls all those things with it
disrupting the soiled emotions with in you
that no shower can wash the pain from
leaving you left to cry them out as best you can
alone
under the hot water
trickling into the drain below you
muffling the sobs you wish for no one to ever hear.

yet another WOW...you leave me speechless my dear

 

[funluvinaj]

It's best to kill Love
Before he makes you a fool
pointing out the curves of her flesh
the flush of her lips
the depth of her eyes.

It's best to kill him
to keep him from getting you to want her
pushing you in her direction
like a kid pushed on stage
or called upon to answer a question he knows nothing about.

Kill him before he looks at you
and smirks
and taps into your weak stupidity

Kill him before he turns your head
and makes you notice her
and makes you want her
and makes you wish she knew no other but you.

He is not your friend
His work is to entertain himself
laughing at your beliefs of what you are not...
of what you can't ever be.

Love hates you
Cuts you deep
makes you bleed from your eyes
fills your sinuses with snot to keep you from breathing
lays siege of your thoughts
dictates who you are to think about most
and how you think about them
creating stories
and ideas
and lustful desires
of taking their spit covered tongue into your mouth
and feeling the texture of it with your own
allowing yourself to become turned on by such an intrusion
letting it give birth to a propensity
that clouds intimate reason
that can only be expressed through physical action.

Kill it!
Kill love before he makes your hearts touch
through conversation and thoughts and subtle gestures
before memories are created
and longed to be repeated

Kill love
before your fingers clasp
and entwine while walking
in the park
mall
hospital
home
under the covers
naked
keeping warm
keeping her warm
feeling her head on your chest
smelling her hair
still tasting her on your tongue
and seeing the lips of her vagina behind your eyelids upon their closing.

Destroy all notions of Love
before it's all you can think about
all you can feel
all you want to feel

Destroy it
because it is not beautiful
it is heavy
and it's roots do not just grow into your heart
they grow into your lungs
and your brain
and when that insipid weed is pulled
it pulls all those things with it
disrupting the soiled emotions with in you
that no shower can wash the pain from
leaving you left to cry them out as best you can
alone
under the hot water
trickling into the drain below you
muffling the sobs you wish for no one to ever hear.

This left me with tear-stained cheeks... Very powerful. Hit right in the gut and heart.

 

[y=mx+b]

yet another WOW...you leave me speechless my dear

Thank you Sweetone.

 

[y=mx+b]

This left me with tear-stained cheeks... Very powerful. Hit right in the gut and heart.

Indeed.
a bit difficult on the writing end of it as well.

 

[Honey123]

It's best to kill Love
Before he makes you a fool
pointing out the curves of her flesh
the flush of her lips
the depth of her eyes.

It's best to kill him
to keep him from getting you to want her
pushing you in her direction
like a kid pushed on stage
or called upon to answer a question he knows nothing about.

Kill him before he looks at you
and smirks
and taps into your weak stupidity

Kill him before he turns your head
and makes you notice her
and makes you want her
and makes you wish she knew no other but you.

He is not your friend
His work is to entertain himself
laughing at your beliefs of what you are not...
of what you can't ever be.

Love hates you
Cuts you deep
makes you bleed from your eyes
fills your sinuses with snot to keep you from breathing
lays siege of your thoughts
dictates who you are to think about most
and how you think about them
creating stories
and ideas
and lustful desires
of taking their spit covered tongue into your mouth
and feeling the texture of it with your own
allowing yourself to become turned on by such an intrusion
letting it give birth to a propensity
that clouds intimate reason
that can only be expressed through physical action.

Kill it!
Kill love before he makes your hearts touch
through conversation and thoughts and subtle gestures
before memories are created
and longed to be repeated

Kill love
before your fingers clasp
and entwine while walking
in the park
mall
hospital
home
under the covers
naked
keeping warm
keeping her warm
feeling her head on your chest
smelling her hair
still tasting her on your tongue
and seeing the lips of her vagina behind your eyelids upon their closing.

Destroy all notions of Love
before it's all you can think about
all you can feel
all you want to feel

Destroy it
because it is not beautiful
it is heavy
and it's roots do not just grow into your heart
they grow into your lungs
and your brain
and when that insipid weed is pulled
it pulls all those things with it
disrupting the soiled emotions with in you
that no shower can wash the pain from
leaving you left to cry them out as best you can
alone
under the hot water
trickling into the drain below you
muffling the sobs you wish for no one to ever hear.

my favorite of your writings.

 

[shadysmurfette]

Many wish they had nipped that "weed" in the bud but I guess some of us hope that maybe this time it will grow into a flower......


Beautiful poem


Thank you

 

[JessiePi]

It's best to kill Love
Before he makes you a fool
pointing out the curves of her flesh
the flush of her lips
the depth of her eyes....

Damn.... I never enjoyed that feeling of having a knot in my stomach... the one that coincides directly with the knot in my throat.... the one that always appears as I teeter on an emotional cliff...
I always detested that feeling... until I read that poem. The knots were good ones for once...
Seriously awesome dude!

 

[Kahlo]

I hate you for making a searing lump in my throat with your beautiful words..

 

[DeepRedLips]

It's best to kill Love
Before he makes you a fool
pointing out the curves of her flesh
the flush of her lips
the depth of her eyes.

It's best to kill him
to keep him from getting you to want her
pushing you in her direction
like a kid pushed on stage
or called upon to answer a question he knows nothing about.

Kill him before he looks at you
and smirks
and taps into your weak stupidity

Kill him before he turns your head
and makes you notice her
and makes you want her
and makes you wish she knew no other but you.

He is not your friend
His work is to entertain himself
laughing at your beliefs of what you are not...
of what you can't ever be.

Love hates you
Cuts you deep
makes you bleed from your eyes
fills your sinuses with snot to keep you from breathing
lays siege of your thoughts
dictates who you are to think about most
and how you think about them
creating stories
and ideas
and lustful desires
of taking their spit covered tongue into your mouth
and feeling the texture of it with your own
allowing yourself to become turned on by such an intrusion
letting it give birth to a propensity
that clouds intimate reason
that can only be expressed through physical action.

Kill it!
Kill love before he makes your hearts touch
through conversation and thoughts and subtle gestures
before memories are created
and longed to be repeated

Kill love
before your fingers clasp
and entwine while walking
in the park
mall
hospital
home
under the covers
naked
keeping warm
keeping her warm
feeling her head on your chest
smelling her hair
still tasting her on your tongue
and seeing the lips of her vagina behind your eyelids upon their closing.

Destroy all notions of Love
before it's all you can think about
all you can feel
all you want to feel

Destroy it
because it is not beautiful
it is heavy
and it's roots do not just grow into your heart
they grow into your lungs
and your brain
and when that insipid weed is pulled
it pulls all those things with it
disrupting the soiled emotions with in you
that no shower can wash the pain from
leaving you left to cry them out as best you can
alone
under the hot water
trickling into the drain below you
muffling the sobs you wish for no one to ever hear.

I'll be honest, I didn't want to like this. I felt that if I liked this, then for some asinine reason that meant I agreed with you. And if I agreed with you, then I wouldn't quite know how to feel about myself.

As it happens, I do like this.

 

[y=mx+b]

on the bed...

 

[y=mx+b]

hmmm...

 

[Vixxennn]

*Sigh* Wish I were there... we'd have lots to do.

 

[y=mx+b]

*le sigh...*

and I was so lonely today...

 

[Vixxennn]

*le sigh...*

and I was so lonely today...

You fucking tease...

 

[DeepRedLips]

*le sigh...*
and I was so lonely today...

The last few pages of Vixxenn's thread are full of suggestions to keep you occupied.

 

[txconfidential]

It's best to kill Love
Before he makes you a fool
pointing out the curves of her flesh
the flush of her lips
the depth of her eyes.

It's best to kill him
to keep him from getting you to want her
pushing you in her direction
like a kid pushed on stage
or called upon to answer a question he knows nothing about.

Kill him before he looks at you
and smirks
and taps into your weak stupidity

Kill him before he turns your head
and makes you notice her
and makes you want her
and makes you wish she knew no other but you.

He is not your friend
His work is to entertain himself
laughing at your beliefs of what you are not...
of what you can't ever be.

Love hates you
Cuts you deep
makes you bleed from your eyes
fills your sinuses with snot to keep you from breathing
lays siege of your thoughts
dictates who you are to think about most
and how you think about them
creating stories
and ideas
and lustful desires
of taking their spit covered tongue into your mouth
and feeling the texture of it with your own
allowing yourself to become turned on by such an intrusion
letting it give birth to a propensity
that clouds intimate reason
that can only be expressed through physical action.

Kill it!
Kill love before he makes your hearts touch
through conversation and thoughts and subtle gestures
before memories are created
and longed to be repeated

Kill love
before your fingers clasp
and entwine while walking
in the park
mall
hospital
home
under the covers
naked
keeping warm
keeping her warm
feeling her head on your chest
smelling her hair
still tasting her on your tongue
and seeing the lips of her vagina behind your eyelids upon their closing.

Destroy all notions of Love
before it's all you can think about
all you can feel
all you want to feel

Destroy it
because it is not beautiful
it is heavy
and it's roots do not just grow into your heart
they grow into your lungs
and your brain
and when that insipid weed is pulled
it pulls all those things with it
disrupting the soiled emotions with in you
that no shower can wash the pain from
leaving you left to cry them out as best you can
alone
under the hot water
trickling into the drain below you
muffling the sobs you wish for no one to ever hear.

Very raw, supremely powerful... but most of all thought provoking.

Damn.

I need to use all of my brain over the next couple of hours. But now much of it will be turning this over and over instead.

 

[y=mx+b]

You fucking tease...

I... I NEVER!

 

[y=mx+b]

The last few pages of Vixxenn's thread are full of suggestions to keep you occupied.

the last suggestion I took to keep myself occupied was learning to swim.

 

[Vixxennn]

I... I NEVER!

You know you tease the hell out of me and love it too.

 

[pwr2theblondes]

Can't believe I've missed your thread for this long! Nice photos!

Love the slope formula as your username. Math rocks