rosco rathbone
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I was sitting in the neighborhood barbershop, getting my hair cut and eavesdropping on the guys next to me, as you do. The man in the chair was some kind of Latino, but Americanized, no accent. The barber was Turkish or Armenian. They were talking about the Rangers and sports gambling, but then they got onto the hotness of telenovela actresses; since one was playing on the TV.
They started talking about women from various places in the world, and I kind of tuned out, so I don't know which nation was reputed to produce women of this description:"...they're feminine, they don't talk back to you. It's very appealing."
A lightbulb kind of went off and I thought to myself "that's what it's all about". Wisdom from out of the mouths of mooks; guys who wouldn't know what "bdsm" was if it hit them on the head. A lot of things fell into place. I realised that I wasn't a bdsm pervert, or even a dominant. I don't have any dominant powers of making people obey me, I have no idea how to tame shrews. I just like women who don't talk back.
Bdsm, I renounce thee.
They started talking about women from various places in the world, and I kind of tuned out, so I don't know which nation was reputed to produce women of this description:"...they're feminine, they don't talk back to you. It's very appealing."
A lightbulb kind of went off and I thought to myself "that's what it's all about". Wisdom from out of the mouths of mooks; guys who wouldn't know what "bdsm" was if it hit them on the head. A lot of things fell into place. I realised that I wasn't a bdsm pervert, or even a dominant. I don't have any dominant powers of making people obey me, I have no idea how to tame shrews. I just like women who don't talk back.
Bdsm, I renounce thee.