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| Hey, I'm here mainly to figure out what I want from life. At the moment it's just friends or acquaintances to chat to about life/kink and any other topic under the sun.
I'm a switch, with experience on both sides of the power spectrum.
As my name suggests I have a big thing for Boots, but also Leather and Latex in general, on Women and Trans usually, but it's a look some guys can pull off too! Outside of the kinky stuff I'm an avid reader. Books, man. They're fucking amazing! I also love movies and TV. My music tastes are eclectic to say the least.
I like meeting and talking to interesting/kinky people, so even if you don't think we're a fit sexually, we can still chat. Who knows, I've got a pretty good sense of humour and, under the right light, have been mistaken for witty/charming.
Look forward to chatting!
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Was it something I said...? |
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Boys and girls have I got a story for you. It's about a fantasist, with a tenuous grasp of the English language, and, a very, annoying, propensity for, using commas in her sentences, instead of, full stops... And I, don't mean, one or two commas, I'm talking 8, minimum, in almost every, sentence. It gets old, after a while.
I intended to be polite and keep it schtum about the frankly trippy correspondence we had struck up but after being told quite aggressively how much of a prick I am and being blocked (oh, and I blocked her in return, just because) I guess I can safely vent without being over heard. Here goes, I guess. My version of events are as follows;
She who will not be named. Yet. I had you pegged as a liar after maybe your third reply. I didn't take much offence at it, everyone's guilty of embellishment and who am I to kick up a fuss with somebody whose company I was enjoying. But the small lies quickly became big, mad fantastic tales with no grounding in reality. My favourite was the tale of how you were the live in slave of a high ranking member of the British Secret Service. MI5 or MI6, you couldn't remember. But you did go in to shocking detail of how wealthy this man was, with a manor house and butler and land full of gypsies, and how you all ate goose together in the garden or some other mad shit... Brilliant!
If anyone is reading this I apologise for how all over the place my narrative will be. You see I'm a little bit miffed. After a few weeks of hearing how men attack her on here baselessly, over her religion or her politics, and giving her encouragement and calling them all some variant of "useless bastards", I've just been informed that I will now, retroactively, be regarded as one of these pieces of shit (who, honestly, I'm starting to feel sorry for).
I guess I should elaborate on how shit fell to pieces, I'm getting the vibe that that is what my non-existent audience is clamouring to know. Well I'll tell you. Simply put, she will not be 'told' what to do, even if that 'telling' is actually asking. Specifically asking her, after 3 or 4 essay long messages (comparable to this I would say) about the wonders of some new age guff called 'natural hygiene', to please drop the subject as I had literally no interest in it, worse it actually offended the tiny measure of scientific facts I'd managed to retain after leaving school.
This, ladies and gentleman, I should not have done. The message I got in reply was another essay, this one breaking my message down point by point. Each point had an obnoxious counter argument, about how alternative medicine had always been light years ahead of the ever failing 'hard science' I'm quoted to have been in favour of. My favourite thing about all this, and possibly about anything ever, is that she made her rallying defence of alternative medicine, and subsequent attack on 'hard science' while drinking Benadryl straight from the bottle to fight off a soy based allergic attack.
Ah, Benadryl, discovered centuries ago by Indian mystics as we all know.
After that heinous and entirely inconsiderate reply I call time on things. I did this by being incredibly respectful and instead of attacking her, or calling her names, I thanked her for the good times and for even bothering to reply to me in the first place. I even signed off with a Douglas Adams line because I'm a class act. I received no reply to this and shit was cool for, like, a week. Until today kids. Today I received not one but two messages! Two beautifully spiteful, petty and spelling error riddled messages (which seems odd to me because she's supposedly a copy editor! Imagine that?). The gist of which were; fuck you! You're a liar! Fuck you! All those nice things you said to me were lies! Fuck you! You're blocked so don't even bother replying hah hah I win!. The second one was similar in content and madness, although in this one I'm accused of being a bully and trying to oppress her. Don't you love it when people accuse you of stuff they themselves are obviously guilty of? They just start hurling all their own insecurities at you as if, by saying it first they're immune to being called it in return? There's a psychological term for that. Actually there's several... Regardless, I shall cherish both of these messages dearly. They shall be family heirlooms I will pass down to my children. Good times.
I'm kinda running out of steam here. The righteousness I felt as I began to write this has ebbed away, leaving only a why bother kind of feeling. The answer to why bother is fuck people. Fuck shitty people in general and particular. I know I'm going to become some hideous parable or example she can pull out of the bag to shock and gain pity from more people on this site. I bet I'll become even shittier with each telling. I can feel it in my bones. Can't fucking wait!
Ahh. Feels good to vent. Especially since I've been blocked, and been given promises that she'll never look at my pathetic page again, so there's no chance of her seeing this. It makes this all feel very cloak and dagger. But fuck it. I don't owe anybody anything... Except Jim. But I'll pay him back eventually.
She recajiggered her profile last I checked, going down the route of a findomme, which is really any woman's right on here. No hate from me. It's just interesting to me that after weeks of telling me how tight money is, and how she struggles to make ends meet, she's also decided that financial domination is her true passion. Always was, I'm sure.
If you've made it this far I'm sorry for wasting your time. I'm exactly as shitty as this post makes me out to be, but not as shitty as others will claim I am. I'm much more charming in person, I promise. And sweet Jesus-titty-fucking-Christ on a big Gay bicycle am I glad I didn't send a face pic! Thank God! Thank God and thank Gods balls. And thank the Devil too while I'm at it. I see his non existent hand in the actions of the lunatic I am now free from. Rant over. Goodnight Vienna! |
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Respect is the cornerstone of human civilisation... Well one of the cornerstones at least. If you can't find it in yourself to respect other people, their feelings and their wishes, especially when they make it incredibly clear how much they would really really like you to drop something and you do they exact opposite then, because I have self respect, there's no room in my world for you. |
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Brevity is the soul of wit. That being said I never really know what I want to write until I've written it, so I can't promise this or anything else I write will be brief. Stream of consciousness be weird that way...
I guess my first journal entry should be about this site, and my experiences thus far. So, thus far, I'm really digging this place. The people I've been fortunate enough to strike up correspondence with have been incredibly friendly! I'm really glad they messaged me/replied to my messages.
To the people who haven't replied to my messages; No hard feelings, we're still cool. I get that I'm just another in a long ass line of faceless male profiles who message you daily. And I can't promise I can bring anything to the table that nobody else can. Except maybe this....
...You couldn't see that but I just did a backflip, while simultaneously doing a front flip, while juggling knives. It was impressive, believe me.
In closing, don't trust a word I say as I'm a compulsive liar... And Hello, I guess? |
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| Age: 24 |
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