I first started following you because one you followed me and two i really really enjoyed your posts. I thought they were straight forward and made such great points. Even though you are a man and suppose to have a completely different everything from me you still knew where I was coming from without loosing where you were coming from. It was like you were closing the gap between men and women. So I continued to follow you and responded, reblogged things that you said, and yadda, yadda, yadda, but I have come to a realization. I love to follow you not because I agree with you, in fact many things you post that I never once thought of. I love to follow you because you have helped me become must more open about myself and sex. I've always loved the concept of sex and what sex means and represents, but I have always thrown myself out of the equation when it came to sex. I'm not thin, i don't have dick sucking lips, I'm not really a screamer, I can be awkward. Sex was a great concept for others to enjoy, even though I love being turned on and having orgasms just like any other human being. However reading your posts have helped allow me to think of sex and myself in the same room. I am allowed to be a sexual creature not just a creature who knows sex. So thank you. You have helped me become much more accepting of my own sexuality.
p.s. you can post this. :]
Thank you for sharing this publicly. I have gotten a few of these messages from both men and women and they are my favorite kind. I am thrilled to hear that you have embraced your sexuality: welcome to the human race. If more people would do the same, we’d have a lot less problems in the world.
What's the deal with pubic hair? As a girl, I never know what to do with mine. Shave it all, shave some of it, or have a power muff. I don't have any guy friends to ask, so I am asking you. What do guys prefer when it comes to pubic hair?
I’m going to use this as an opportunity not to answer your question but to make a statement: I don’t want to answer questions like this. I have received questions about my preference for pubic hair, breast size, what men want in bed, what’s my preference for vagina shapes, etc. not because they want to know my opinion, but because they want to know how men feel about such subjects.
My message is this: men don’t care. You might think they do, but they really don’t. If you take off your panties and your pussy is wet and swollen, I don’t think he’s gonna be like, “WAAAAAIT A MINUTE!!!!! I need to make sure you have a good looking/trimmed pussy before I fuck you.” This will NEVER EVER happen (and this is coming from someone that doesn’t belive in absolutes). Likewise there are 3 billion men in the world. It is almost a statistical impossibility for all three billion men to have the same preferences. It is unlikely to even get ten men to agree on their preferences on any one of these subjects. Ever have ten guys agree on what restaurant they want to eat at? What about five guys? There ya fuckin go.
The reality is, you shouldn’t care what men want. Can I flip the tables, please? Have you ever had a guy that was obsessed with making you cum? Like every 2 minutes, he’d be like, “Did you cum? What about now? Now??? Are you close?” And you’re like, “Bro, just fucking CHILL OUT! Maybe I would cum if you didn’t ask me every thirty seconds…” It’s annoying, isn’t it? The more you care about what men (and even other women) think, the more likely you are not to enjoy fucking.
Just don’t care. That’s my answer. Sex is mostly mental and hence, the more mental hangups you have about it, the more barriers you have personally put up to enjoying yourself. Stop caring about all of these things and you’ll start having the best sex of your life.
i have never seen you or talked to you, but after reading your blog, i would absolutely fuck you.
I was thinking about this quite a bit the last couple of weeks. Not to toot my own horn, but I get a fair amount of these messages. A traditional and for our purposes oversimplified narrative is that boy and girl meet somewhere, they talk about boring things, then they talk about interesting things or boy makes girl laugh, then they start talking about sexual things or flirt heavily, which eventually leads to sex.
These type of messages are the exact opposite, aren’t they? I’m talking about sexual things and maybe I’ll make you laugh here and there, but you want me to fuck you even though you’ve never met me, seen me, heard my voice, heard the boring details of my life, etc. I think it’d be a BRILLIANT social experiment to hire an actor who was severely overweight and unattractive and have him meet girls and see what their reactions would be. I wonder how many of these girls would go through with fucking? I bet you most would because they’re already turned on from my words and the body is just a vehicle for those words.
I can assure you though I am who I say I am. Actually the first girl I met up with (stickyisaslut) recently published that we had met up. For the record, nothing sexual happened as she told me before our meeting that she had zero interest in doing anything sexual with me; she’s more of a big sister type that tells you funny stories about her sex life.
Glad to hear that you enjoy my tumblr though. Maybe someday our paths will cross.
I recorded this little cover in honor of the sunshine that first appeared yesterday and I’d like to dedicate it to all of my followers in So Cal. It was raining/cloudy for the last couple of weeks and yesterday was such a breath of fresh air and today looks similar. As in my previous recording, my guitar is slightly out of tune and I’m not exactly Jimmy Page, but I always enjoy jamming and thought I’d spread the California sun around the world. Have a great week!
I could only dream that there'd be more guys like you.
Thanks for the compliments, but I’d like to shed light on the fact that women are just as boring and dull as men are. In the realm of sex, they think that reading Cosmo is going to make them a good lay, while in fact, reading “guides” or “tips” sucks any imagination out of you and puts constraints and limits on both your sexuality and creativity.
I always thought it’d be fantastic to create a new society; gather up all the cool kids on the block and move to a chateau in the south of France. We’d eat good food, listen to good music, discuss the meaning of life, work out, fuck, etc. and we wouldn’t have to deal with the all the bullshit of the dull, boring types that are dragging us down in our current communities. Is anyone with me? I’m going to go look up real estate prices in Provence…
To the girl with the birthmark under her boob: You are hot and any guy would want to fuck you. The power of the female form (that includes you) will override any imperfections you might have, I promise you. Good luck.
“I draw a correlation between his sexual fortitude and his intestinal one. Flimsy fuckers are flimsy men and vice versa. I’ve never met a fearless fucker who also wasn’t a fearless man.”—(via beautifulanddepraved)
So I noticed all the topless pictures lately. They're all pretty busty ladies. Just wondering if you've ever found an A or B cup attractive.
Please tell me you’re joking, right???
You asked if I found A and B cups “attractive.” What does that word mean? I find women attractive. Something I wish people would move away from is thinking that the physical turns us on. It does (no question about that) but the mind is what’s really begging to be fucked.
Taking off your shirt or skirt and seeing me bulging through my briefs isn’t that difficult and doesn’t exactly require talent or beauty or D cups for that matter. Do you know what’s far more interesting? Turning me on with ideas you plant in my brain. I’ve received some naughty little messages from a few girls that after I read them I had to stop everything that I was doing and go beat off. Why? They had completely mindfucked me.
What an amazing skill! Just take a step back and think about that: someone was able to put a series of words together that communicated an idea that got me so fucking hot and horny that I could not be a functioning member of society unless I jerked off right there and then. Isn’t that attractive? I could be at home looking at the bills and get a text reading, “Come over and fuck me until I can’t walk anymore.” What do you think that little text is going to do to my mind, heart, and cock? The ONLY thing I’ll be thinking about on the drive over is fucking her untill she’s paralyzed from the sex; physically trembling and stuttering because she has no idea what on earth just happened. Can you imagine the drive over to her place??? Christ, I’d get in a fucking car accident!
So please don’t worry about how big your tits are. It’s irrelevant. Don’t think, just fuck. Fuck with passion and sincerity and a big heart. Now that is attractive.
If you ask most people what a slut is, they’ll tell you something along the lines of “a girl who fucks a lot of guys.” There are multiple problems with this definition, one being what does “a lot” mean concretely? The person you’re asking will probably spit out a number, like 20 or 5 or 31. “By what age are they allowed to have these partners,” you ask. I mean, a 14 year old that’s fucked 15 guys has gotten around but an 80 year old that’s fucked 30 guys isn’t really whoring her self out, is she? The person you’re asking will now throw out an arbitrary age and before you know it, the definition of a slut has footnotes!
Here’s the problem: everyone has a different number, hence we cannot use this definition because it is subjective. But let’s just pretend that the entire world were to agree on a number via an international treaty or a U.N. convention of some kind, this definition still wouldn’t work because it doesn’t make logical sense. If for example our slut number is 13, does that mean that a girl who’s fucked 12 guys is an angel but once she fucks guy number 13 she’s a cum guzzling whore??? OF COURSE NOT!!! You don’t become a slut by fucking just one extra guy; there’s no critical mass of slutdom or something.
So what is a definition that we can work with? Simply put, a slut is a girl (or a guy; we’ll get to that) that fucks someone who isn’t respected by others. Let me give you an example you have probably witnessed before. At my high school, there was this attractive girl who in middle school was a straight A student and overall kept a low profile. Freshman year rolls around and she starts dating this other freshman who, simply put, was considered white trash, stupid, and a vagrant.
She was instantly labeled a slut, even though he was her first boyfriend of any kind. In other words, it wasn’t the amount of guys who she was with, but the guy she was with. What works with this definition is that it applies to males too (which has always been a problem coming up with a good definition). I have heard many girls say, “I was into Boy X until I heard that he hooked up with Sleazy Suzie. Can you believe that? Who on earth would wanna fuck him now?” Have you ever been in a bar and seen a guy hanging around girls who where trash? What did you think of him? You might not have called him a “slut,” but he certainly didn’t make a good name for himself, now did he?
However, the subject of sluts becomes still more complicated because people change as they get older. If a girl was a slut in college, she might swing to the opposite direction after graduation. Likewise, a girl that only dated alter boys early on might go for something a little more dangerous as she gets older. I always tell myself that every sinner has a future, a saint a past.
I’m writing about this because I can tell that some girls in the messages I receive equate “sluttiness” with anything sexual. That is tragic: you are a human being and you have sexual needs and desires that must be filled. There is nothing wrong with wanting to fuck someone and there is nothing wrong with acting upon that thought. But in addition to that, NEVER worry about “your number.” Really, it doesn’t matter. I’m not saying fuck anything with a penis (or a vagina if you’re a guy), I’m saying fuck whoever you want to fuck without having hangups about it. You’ll be a happier person because of it.