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The Keys To My Kingdom
Southern California Male in the First Half of His Twenties
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This is my 1000th post, and I’d like to reblog some words from Bending Submission because he’s been an inspiration from the beginning. Happy 1000th post!
Here’s what I believe.
Men should be able to do this using only words. No hands, no lips, and by all means no cock. No excuses accepted. No women allowed to believe they just aren’t capable of this.
Consider it part of the bar exam for manhood.
Other tests might involve adept use of chain saws, replacing a timing belt, navigation by stars, or defending yourself against wild mammals over 200 pounds.
But this? This is a prerequisite.
Once men can do this with words and their women can slide a hand down to feel the results, so many other things will be so much better.
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Sometimes I feel a little strange dirty-talking to my boyfriend. Maybe I haven't heard my own voice enough, but is there a way to ease into this? asked by Anonymous
I was going to tell a really funny story about this, but I decided it revealed too much.
With that said, this is about context. Think about how you are treated and spoken to at a really nice restaurant. The wait staff accommodates your requests with professionalism and treats you very well. Now think about how you’re treated at McDonalds. If a McDonalds team member came up to you as you were eating a Big Mac and said, “Excuse me madam, but perhaps a carbonated beverage would help you wash down your meal this evening?” You’d be asking yourself where the fuck did that guy come from?
That’s how I view dirty talking. If you’re caught in the trance and both of you are in that sexual state of mind, then you can literally say anything you want and it won’t be awkward because it fits the situation. If you actually mean it from your heart and aren’t just parroting something you saw in a porn clip, then you truly have nothing to worry about. Rewire the connection of mouth-to-brain to mouth-to-pussy and let your lips do the rest. Everyone wins.
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Sometimes the inability to connect the dots of another person’s attraction to you leaves one wondering, “I wonder if they like me?” or “I think she would’ve let me hit it….Am I just imagining this shit?”
Regret settles in when you realize how many gold nuggets have slipped through your fingers.
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For my followers in Southern California
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Thank You, Adam
In the beginning of the 7th grade, I started wearing the same hoodie everyday to school. The sweatshirt’s purpose was to hide my boners and avoid embarrassment from strange protrusions, which were becoming more and more frequent. It was very annoying because I felt kids were judging me for wearing the same hoodie everyday, even when the weather was warm.
In the summer before the 8th grade I was listening to Loveline on the radio (a staple of middle school summer nights) when a teenager called in with a question. “How do I hide my boner?” Adam Corolla sighed and answered simply, “You just hide it under your belt buckle.” This tactic in boner management had never occurred to me before.
I threw away the hoodie and life was much easier after that. Thanks Adam.
I have noticed that quite a few of my female followers are pursuing degrees in STEM subjects, or Science, Technology, Engineering, and Mathematics. I want to use this post to cheer them on and to encourage my younger followers perhaps still in high school (both female and male) to pursue these subjects, specifically engineering.
While I am happy that I’m more of a humanities person, I sometimes wish I had a better understanding of our physical world; that I was more scientifically literate. If I could try to sway the younger crowd a bit, everyone I know that graduated from college (including colleges no one has ever heard of) with an engineering degree gets paid way more than the rest of us and got a job quickly upon graduating. Ladies, a family member used to hire engineers for their company. They got paid $10k(!) more than their male counterparts right out of school because they had company quotas to fill and competition for talent was fierce.
I have also noticed my engineering friends get to work on more interesting problems than the rest of us. They get to solve problems that actually have an impact on the world. Sorry to say, managing accounts or projecting revenue for the 3rd quarter or auditing a company’s books is not as exciting or very impactful in the grand scheme of things.
It’s very important to do something you like, but if you’re still in high school or just beginning college and have the smarts for engineering, at least give it a chance. Engineers have a bad rep because a lot of them are socially awkward, but as you get older and you start learning about how devices and machines work, you realize how critical they are to humanity. Elon Musk said it best, “An engineer is the closest thing to a magician that exists in the real world.”
I’d also like to plug Khan Academy, which you must visit if you’ve never been. It’s free online instruction videos in every subject imaginable, which has received money from Bill Gates’ foundation and many people say is changing the way we think about teaching. I WISH it existed when I was still in high school and college. It will shine light on subjects you don’t understand.
OK, that’s it. Take it Pete!
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I was in the Red Light district in Amsterdam one time and this man in front of a door says, “Sex show my friend? Girls, pussies, penis, lesbians, everything you could ever want! Party inside!!!” “How much?” “Only Fifty Euros!” “Why not.”
Between sex sets of lesbians and guys fucking girls and the hot girl with the banana and a male stripper, this song played. I thought it was a rather peculiar song choice to play between sets at a sex show in Amsterdam.