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[rosco rathbone]

I am glad to see that you still worship me. But currently I'm not accepting male subs.

I am amused to see that you still follow this thread; even though it must burn you up to be so constantly disrespected and held up as a figure of fun. I'd teach you how to write by I am not currently accepting male writer doms as apprentices.

Don't hate when you can't relate, bro

 

[WriterDom]

I'd teach you how to write by I am not currently accepting male writer doms as apprentices.

by when you do, let me know.

 

[Netzach]

I think it's interesting that "male sub" is his idea of a great insult. Could he be trying to tell me something? Sub-consciously, you know....

*puts out radar, licks chops.*

 

[rosco rathbone]

I think it's interesting that "male sub" is his idea of a great insult. Could he be trying to tell me something? Sub-consciously, you know....

*puts out radar, licks chops.*

snicker

You know, your desire to spooge on a man you loathe shows that you understand the venomous nature of slime. It is this nature that, at base, I think, causes our instinctive feeling that, for instance, the cocksucker is somehow "less than" the cocksuckee, or that fellatio is an inherently degrading act. Strangely ebough, I agree with Andrea Dworkin and Katherine McKinna (sp?) on these matters.

 

[Netzach]

*chuckle*
Shhhh don't tell the writerguy, but....

I'm a constructivist at heart. Spooge is a random pattern of proteins.

We are what make it interesting.

Lesser, greater, better worse, I don't care. What a dick remembers should I choose to lick it, is that this baby is

...dentata! En garde.

You are agreeing with Dworkin.

I think I need a walk around the block and a think...I'm stumpefied, at a loss.

 

[Netzach]

When my sub boy spooges, even on me, should I let him, it's a telltale sign, a visible font of his loss of control.

Spurt! Whee!

I find it such a joyful arc, such a positive wink at the human condition.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I agree with Dworkin on the fundamendally degrading (to women) nature of sex. For different reasons, but with the same root/route.

I think she thinks/thought that all men were, unconsciously, what I am consciously and I can't say but that I agree.

Yes, there is a loss-of-control aspect to nutting, hence my preoccupation with orgasm-control techniques and my fascination with the ancient Chinese and their misogynisitic magical practices. (Which actually are a measure of their obsession with the sexual power of women and fear of energy loss to the female).

 

[rosco rathbone]

I really ought to go back and read her book on sex thoroughly. I took what I needed from it scattershot fashion as is my wont; same thing with Mary Daley's Gyn/Ecology.

One book I was fascinated by was by Dworkin's "companion", John Stoltenberg, on how to be a "new male", ie one filled with loathing of any traditional masculinity or male force.

 

[rosco rathbone]

...If I could spooge I'd spooge on a certain person at work. Unctuous racist little fuck. Has the dumbest, most clownlike of smiles, the least genuine I've ever seen. It'd go right in there, the look of horror would be priceless.


.....Spurt! Whee!

I find it such a joyful arc, such a positive wink at the human condition.

How do you reconcile these two views of ejakulations? Or is it a case of I contradict myself very well then I contradict myself. (My personal byword).

 

[rosco rathbone]

by when you do, let me know.

*reads the submission over his spectacles.*

ahem let me see:'

abandon your fear
relinquish your will
unto my counsel
become liquid to my touch
pouring your sweetness
into the structure
of sweet submission
a flowing form
whose pleasing completes
a path of perfection

a budding rose
my kiss the tepid rain
my touch the fiery sun
my design the blueprint
of your completion

present yourself as vassal
for my wicked designs
of exquisite ecstasy
tempered with tempting
surge of euphoria
from a strong hand
laying fire upon sweet
delicate upturned derriere

a budding yellow rose
straining from winter's chill
a deep whisper of "bloom, my pet"
rumbles like thunder
to core of being
conforming to a primal need
finding solace in my direction
and peace within your heart.
-by writer dom

I am sorry but your application to the program has been turned down at this time.

 

[Netzach]

Ok.

It's just so much more palatable when you say it with conscientious glee than when she says it with twitching reactive hysteria, you know?

The only part I can't get my head around (the big one that is, heh)

is the all men part. I don't see the caveman lurking under the porky exterior of most slobs, in fact I think they'd respond favorably to a woman telling them what to do next. I think more and more women are rising to the occasion.

This is as close as you will ever see me get to some FemSupreme deterministic thing, I don't work that way. You have your active aggressive people in the world and you have your passive malleable ones, and genitals are pretty much funny.

They look...bewildered, todays men. I feel bad for them, in a way, shell-shocked androgynous indie rock boys. "Now what do I do?" is the general vibe.

I don't find that unattractive, though, I don't find passivity unattractive. I find aggressiveness and malice *fascinating* and *engaging* and *charming* but, really, the men of the Topopolis metro would feel like kissing your brother. (And I don't mean that in a kinky way.)

I'm more than happy to tell shell-shocked boys what to do.

Maybe my psychosexual decisions are an acknowledgement of some fixed truth, though, maybe sex *is* disgusting/degrading for me, as the receptive party, unless I control it or *can* control it?

As it is, fucking, sucking, getting fucked up the ass...
it's ok. It's just OK.

Someone's gotta do something to make it more interesting, and I like it more when that's me, that gets me much more wet and keeps me much more interested.

Shit, maybe you are right. If having straight sex as a girl weren't disgusting to me, would I be so creative in my misdeeds? Would I go through so many pains and thoughts to improve on the in-out?

 

[Netzach]

A DEFINITE case of I contradict myself when I contradict myself and the multi multi multifaceted splendor of moi.

If it all made sense and pointed in the same direction it would be easy, but it doesn't.

Spooging is like this, this this and this. All at once.

Construction, see?

 

[rosco rathbone]

"They look...bewildered, todays men. I feel bad for them, in a way, shell-shocked androgynous indie rock boys. "Now what do I do?" is the general vibe."

Ick. It's good you are there to take care of them. That's a job you can keep. I am in an indie-rock band with a couple of these guys. Nice fellows. When I talk about women in an objectifying, lustful and malicious way like the construction worker I am, they look at me as if I have three craniums.

kissing your brother, I like that. I always get along with butch lesbians, they tend to follow me around like little puppies or little brothers.

 

[rosco rathbone]

A bit of ultraviolence is the best thing that ever happened to the old in out in out.

I LOVE the rape scene in that movie.

"Well well well if it ain't Billy Boy and his three droogs..."

pure comedy.

 

[Netzach]

Funny, butch lesbians tend to follow me around like little puppies too. Probably for different reasons, however.

For you, they are flexing their newfound masculine muscle, they are permitting themselves to think nasty things about other women.

I'm different, I'm permitting myself to think nasty things about men and butches.

I am completely unsurprised by your interaction with your bandmates.

Boys like this are post-gender casualties who haven't really thought much about it. They are semi-passive and confused because the extreme options (talking about women in a lustful, malicious manner) or pushing passivity to its logical extent (come be my play toy, slutboy) are both scary and involve confrontation with supposed norms.

I have a theory that about half of them would fall to one side of that line, half to the other if they allowed themselves to think about sex at all. But they really don't much, do they.

Me, I find myself thriving in this new economy. I don't have to lie there and look bored.

Violence is a fun way to improve it, but you know me, I like to add dissonance. I have to, after all, I can't spooge.

So for me it's the dissonance of having the receptive receptacle dictate how much how far how hard and how deep, it's the dissonance of denial and begging and the most elegant dissonace of stinging pains applied rationally, rigidly, logically...at the most visceral of moments, in response to the most visceral and least logical of elements....desire.

 

[rosco rathbone]

I ran across women like you when I was still floundering around in youth; and was always simultaneously attracted due to my brilliant-aggressive-mother thing and then confused and enraged and befuddled and, worst of all, self-loatheing. I was raised to think that hitting a woman was the worst thing in the world and that being angry at a woman was a fundamentally immoral act; what with women always holding the moral high-ground in any possible interaction. That's my dissonance.

There was a whole era when I was sleeping with aggressive smart sexually dominant women and retaliating subconciously with premature ejacualtions and sulking. I'd advise you to take those two factors as major signs of repressed sexual rage as you are keeping an eye on your men.

 

[Netzach]

I ran across women like you when I was still floundering around in youth; and was always simultaneously attracted due to my brilliant-aggressive-mother thing and then confused and enraged and befuddled and, worst of all, self-loatheing. I was raised to think that hitting a woman was the worst thing in the world and that being angry at a woman was a fundamentally immoral act; what with women always holding the moral high-ground in any possible interaction. That's my dissonance.


See that's why I think the difference feminists are stoopid.

Pardon me while I wax all Camille Paglia for a moment.

They went out and created more rage, anger, and hostility than a bevy of fundamentalist fathers. My take on it is that there are always women who will never hold the moral high ground, there are women who are cognizant of our ability to oppress, to exploit, to use, to destroy and unwilling to deny any of these in some victim-cult of protected status.

Anyone who thinks that the fair sex is fairer, I have 2 words for:

Margaret Thatcher.

Furthermore, I think the big deficiency among women is a failure to *take what we want* rather than creating a patriarchal beaurocracy to help us in our time of need. Legislate, my ass, policy my ass.

Reform starts at home. Would the world end if you hit someone else? If you actually got angry instead of talking about getting angry?

No, it doesn't.

I know you see your philosophy as genderlocked, as essential to the ongoing M/F mix. Me, I see it more as a polarity of the id vs. the nattering nincompoop of the postmodern superego

"we don't hit people and take things" Not only that....

"we don't even THINK about hitting people and taking things, that's not nice"

Somewhere, Ayn Rand is smiling at me, the bitch.

As for a diamond in the rough like you, I'd not want to emasculate an honest man with psychosexual life so rich, not even in a fantasy life equally as rich. I think you should be able to think about any fucking thing you want to that makes you hard. Additionally, I think you should be able to do close to anything a person is cognizantly willing to let you do to them. Simple as that.

What I want to take down in a nasty rape scene are the ones who can't admit to a moment of angst, the ones who are "always in total control" the ones who'd be trying to coax open my blossom, oh please. I would not be able to restrain myself, and I never met a man like that I could not take down. Because their gentleness, their benificence, their nurturance is all utterly fake. The majority of men I meet in the world fall in this category, not only self-professed Dominants. Ick. Give me a ball of bile any day, a raging hormone I could keep at arms length and at bay, but fuck.

William Burroughs had this line "let's sleep curled up together like rattlesnakes." or something like it. I find that image kinda sexy, at least once in a while.

In reality, and here I'm not talking about a passing fancy, or a single scene...I'm talking about the ongoing one-on-one, I prefer the sexual company of men who genuinely are passive, feminine, receptive, or at the least butch but sensuous and egalitarian, kind of "over" it.

I always have.

Not the ones who are like that because they think it's nicer, they think it will make women like them, they think it's morally right, the ones who are like that and *could be no other way* I believe that some men are wired that way, just as much as I believe that I'm wired the way I am, which is not exactly as most girls get programmed, last I checked.

There was a whole era when I was sleeping with aggressive smart sexually dominant women and retaliating subconciously with premature ejacualtions and sulking. I'd advise you to take those two factors as major signs of repressed sexual rage as you are keeping an eye on your men.

Hey, thanks for the tip. I get sulking, but his is actually just very emotional and femme, no premature issues. I ran a test question on your behalf:

"Hey do you ever even daydream about pushing up a skirt on some cute chick, pulling down her panties and spanking her?"

(innocuous, and almost everyone, even hardcore femsubs like this idea)

Got a blank stare, a laugh, a "no, I just don't really go there" that could not have been faked, there's no case of doth protesteth there. I do ask him to tie me up sometimes, 'cause that's kinda fun. I even ask him to beat my ass, but I really have to ask and tell him how hard and where.

I've got what I wanted, a totally sexually omega dude.

 

[rosco rathbone]

"Not the ones who are like that because they think it's nicer, they think it will make women like them, they think it's morally right, the ones who are like that and *could be no other way* I believe that some men are wired that way, just as much as I believe that I'm wired the way I am, which is not exactly as most girls get programmed, last I checked. "

There's a whole book to be written about this. I am super-fascinated with these people; especially the ones amongst them who harbor (subconciously) sexual venom. They remind me of me in youth.

 

[Netzach]

"Not the ones who are like that because they think it's nicer, they think it will make women like them, they think it's morally right, the ones who are like that and *could be no other way* I believe that some men are wired that way, just as much as I believe that I'm wired the way I am, which is not exactly as most girls get programmed, last I checked. "

There's a whole book to be written about this. I am super-fascinated with these people; especially the ones amongst them who harbor (subconciously) sexual venom. They remind me of me in youth.

Dude, you're losing me. Are you talking about fraidy poseurs or are you saying that under the surface of every omega human lies alpha? Or just the boys?

Don't buy it. But then, I don't go all shrinky dink on my fucks, I usually don't pick at scabs other than my own. You flag omega, I assume omega, you flag alpha I assume alpha.

 

[Netzach]

More on that

https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?s=&threadid=177105&pagenumber=2

 

[Marquis]

A bit of ultraviolence is the best thing that ever happened to the old in out in out.

I LOVE the rape scene in that movie.

"Well well well if it ain't Billy Boy and his three droogs..."

pure comedy.

I'm a big fan of movies with rape scenes, and I have to say, it doesn't get much better than that. As far as recent additions to this wonderful genre go, you should see the intro to Irreversible. It makes me want to learn French.

 

[rosco rathbone]

Dude, you're losing me. Are you talking about fraidy poseurs or are you saying that under the surface of every omega human lies alpha? Or just the boys?

Don't buy it. But then, I don't go all shrinky dink on my fucks, I usually don't pick at scabs other than my own. You flag omega, I assume omega, you flag alpha I assume alpha.

To put it simply, I think a lot of our modern wishy washy young men repress their sexual aggression because they are taught it is wrong. Thus the creepiness of the nice exterior and the subconcious rage which is all the more creepy for being unknown to its own owner.

 

[Johnny Mayberry]

Hmmmm...you folks got all deep and shit.

Let me tell you about sexual agression. Every stupid girl who ever told me I was too nice to date, every one that cheated on me, every time I was passed over for an inferior boy who could be manipulated...all that rage and pain is still here, still boiling below the surface, waiting for a woman to lash out at...I want to take all that pain, all that negative energy, compress it down into a white hot pinprick, and then stab it straight into someone else.

 

[evesdream]

Hmmmm...you folks got all deep and shit.

Let me tell you about sexual agression. Every stupid girl who ever told me I was too nice to date, every one that cheated on me, every time I was passed over for an inferior boy who could be manipulated...all that rage and pain is still here, still boiling below the surface, waiting for a woman to lash out at...I want to take all that pain, all that negative energy, compress it down into a white hot pinprick, and then stab it straight into someone else.

DAng!!!

 

[rosco rathbone]

Hmmmm...you folks got all deep and shit.

Let me tell you about sexual agression. Every stupid girl who ever told me I was too nice to date, every one that cheated on me, every time I was passed over for an inferior boy who could be manipulated...all that rage and pain is still here, still boiling below the surface, waiting for a woman to lash out at...I want to take all that pain, all that negative energy, compress it down into a white hot pinprick, and then stab it straight into someone else.

And there you go. It is that simple.

little evie quotes "gustywind" but I knoe she understands.