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Wow! Steven1 you sure make it seem tough to be you.

Your reality may be certain in your mind, but when ones own reality is so widely divergent from most everyone else it can be a sign of serious mental illness. Only the insane are absolutely certain of their sanity.

Take care my friend. You sure make your life out to seem terribly burdensome and troublesome.

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Slut Puppy in Training

Is low self esteem a prerequisite for being a good Ho or is it a result? ;-)

No I think that ship has sailed, Bash .. As stated by Steve -1...35... (44 now apparently) years of vacuous meaningless paying for sex... Psychologically scarred by the fact that hookers didn't fall in love with him. he is already destroyed, damaged goods. Nothing to please him now but to hijack good threads like yours and make it all about him. <sigh> His only joy is that we read his medication induced babble of bull and spank him in the fanny. Our own CRT, in house, whipping boy... Saddest of all.. As expressed in his Graham Parker link... He "doesn't know"... But... WE all kinda DO...

Steve (less than) 0... Tell us more about your Mighty Love ...

http://youtu.be/A9HA4we4T4M

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Why settle for just one woman when you can enjoy them all?

Continue on with your internal excuses and made up realities. There IS an objective reality and your failure, along with several others, to recognize same will take you right where you are; need to be; and are gonna stay stuck until you open your eyes and SEE. Most seem to already be dead; walking penises with a singular focus.

24% of the US population has never married. And yet at the same time •Percentage of people who have ever been married by the age of 55: Both males and females: 95% Still •Percentage of population that is married: 59% and WE add •Percentage of remarriages that end in divorce in 1997: 60-70% . So, it's all just a numbers game.

As an aging hippy, as I've noted several times over the years, I've had the good fortune of living with women, coming close to marriage each time, and then backing away from it once the "business discussion" came into play. One can have significant relationships and at the same time f u c k whores. However, as one ages, the availability of the "free piece" wans. And there is nothing more validating in life than a woman GIVING you a piece. If one chooses to believe they're going to be given a piece up until the day the die, one is an utter fool. Well, perhaps if one has no standards of decency it could be possible, but even then, I rather suspect not.

Of course, for those of us walking around in our EyetallionLeatherJacket with fashion statement goggles, things may be different. However, I'm asserting it is not. The person or persons so peacocked out and simply fooling themselves....that were they capable of looking inside their being, they'd find a pretty shallow pool of nothingness.

"...They spend the first sixty years of their lives in a place which had
been stuck in the eternal mud and dust and wrapped all around so tightly
with the earth of a continent that it takes several decades for a new
idea to filter through to the people and several more decades for them to
decide whether or not the new idea (which is old then) is sinful or not.
They spend their lives working for a living and living that living in the
future--and then they come back after six months from Miami or Long Beach
saying: Well, it's just fine there, but home's best--after all..."



And EyeTallion Leather Jacket with Fashion Statement Goggles (to be forever young?):

You take Parker's lyrics out of context which I quote here:

I don't know what's behind that veil
I ask questions to no avail
I don't know why there's empty shelves
Empty books and silent bells

I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know

I don't know why it's not enough
To feel moments of mighty love
I can't think why I'm not fulfilled
I don't know why my heart is chilled

I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know

I don't know why I'm all alone
Fingers stuck to a telephone
Photographs of you and me
I don't know these people I see

I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know

Balls bouncing down deserted streets
Shadows boxing on empty seats
I don't know why it's not enough
To feel moments of mighty love

I don't know
I don't know
I don't know
I don't know

It was and has been a luxury to experience those moments of mighty love and experience them I have. Have you, or have your moments been fraught with noise and simplicity; beige to beige years of comedy which had no real emotion behind them? Of course one must first be wired to be capable of having those feelings and methinks the bulk who post are not so wired....a select handful are and have also experienced those "....moments of mighty love...." and I dare say they themselves cannot explain why simply having had the luxury to experience them was not enough. Much like Roxy Music....."Love is the drug and I need to score" ( https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2YKE140xf8c ) It's all pretty damn relative.

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"Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand."
- Aldous Huxley, Brave New World, Ch. 16

I've quite lost the thread of this ... um ... well, thread. But its all good, and I encourage everyone to keep doing ... whatever it is you are doing in my thread-space. It's cool, really.

I just want to state for the record that another 24 hours has passed, and I would now gladly pay cien to hump someone's leg! Shaved or no. There comes a time when the bar ... MUST ... BE ... LOWERED ... especially if yer a Dwarf ... (any idea how hard it is to get a drink at the SL when yer head barely reaches the bartop?) If it weren't for the pointy felt hat they'd not see me at all.

But I've wandered ... where was I? ... oh yeah ... the urge ... So, can I hump your leg? Anyone? I'll be quick, I promise.


Not true. I am certain of my sanity. And I eat rocks ... and that proves it! So there!

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bypassin' kinky, and usin' the whole chicken!!!

The truest statement of all, that...above....: Each and everyone of US on this message board are damaged goods in some way, shape, or form. That reality is the singular "uniting force" that brings US all together. It is THE one uniting aspect of our collective personalities: We are all, each and everyone of us, damaged goods; some more so than others. And that's a fact jack.....

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"Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand."
- Aldous Huxley, Brave New World, Ch. 16

Steven1, since you like song lyrics so much, you might find these from Bob Dylan's "Positively 4th Street" fit your mental / emotional / medicated state:

And now I know you’re dissatisfied
With your position and your place
Don’t you understand
It’s not my problem

I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
And just for that one moment
I could be you

Yes, I wish that for just one time
You could stand inside my shoes
You’d know what a drag it is
To see you


It must be really tough being you my friend.

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Slut Puppy in Training

Is low self esteem a prerequisite for being a good Ho or is it a result? ;-)

At least my schlong is not damaged. Thats all that really matters in life.

I'm not damaged goods. I fuk prostitutes because it is fun. I also have an intrinsic value in Costa Rica (far higher than I have in the USA). The quality of the goods is only respective of its resale (or insurable) value. Any considered 'damage' that I may have incurred in my life has simply added to my overall value as a person.

So far, no setbacks I have suffered have had any net negative impact on me overall. I am a far better person than I was a couple of years ago. I am happier and more productive now than before.

I am doing good. My invisible friend Bongo says otherwise, but I don't let him get me down ... I just go fuk prostitutes instead.

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bypassin' kinky, and usin' the whole chicken!!!

You been watching too many infomercials in the "self help genre" as what you write below reads just like the lines from one.....or worse.....a "self-help" "book".

Until you come to and reach the realization you are in fact damaged goods, you'll be stuck which is why you post so incessantly about specious sexual matters on the internet message board. You're not ready for any manner of self-enlightenment. It will come.....and then again it may not.

After this "blow up/blow out" "....after the divorce signing paper" bash is over and done with and you're back in your dwarf hovel, you'll be left with the internal dialogue of how far down the path of a soulless existence you've already gone and how further you're willing to go. Fool yourself all you want....makes no never mind to me. *shrug*

THESE types of realities are what we all have in common and is why the message board, however inane, is functional. Remember DuPont Chemical....."Better Living Through Chemistry" along with Timmy's "Turn on, tune in, drop out".....both shall be a big help in the not too distant future is Steven1's prediction.

I mean, after all, you want to hump my f u c kin leg

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"Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand."
- Aldous Huxley, Brave New World, Ch. 16

ah....yes, Lennydo.....Robert Zimmerman....... Was he addressing the likes of you when he penned:

You hand in your ticket
And you go watch the geek
Who immediately walks up to you
When he hears you speak
And says, "How does it feel
To be such a freak ?"
And you say, "Impossible"
As he hands you a bone.
And something is happening here
But you don't know what it is
Do you, Mister Jones ?

Mister Jones being a nom de plume for Lennydo?

And quoting the great Denny Crane "It's fun being me! Is it fun being you?"

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"Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over-compensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand."
- Aldous Huxley, Brave New World, Ch. 16

I resemble that allegation. I resemble the alligator.


BTW, Mr. Jones....a/k/a ******* is the dude that started the website that competes for CRT members. You might want to look it up. You might find it's a better fit for you than is CRT.

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Slut Puppy in Training

Is low self esteem a prerequisite for being a good Ho or is it a result? ;-)

<laughing>

You clearly have never met me, nor could you possibly understand the immense joy that exists in my life. Sure, I have ups and downs, but I do not dwell on either, constantly striving forward. When I have fun, I do it to excess, and when I am down, I permit myself the luxury of exploring melancholy.

You may feel that I have my head in the clouds, and perhaps I do, but all that means is that you must look UP in order to see me. And speaking as a Dwarf, that ain't a bad thing.

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bypassin' kinky, and usin' the whole chicken!!!

boing

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im way deep into nothing special
riding the crest of a wave breaking just west of hollywood

the internal dialogue of how far down the path of a soulless existence you've already gone and how further you're willing to go. Fool yourself all you want.

say what you want that is the truth
oh and wheels down

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im way deep into nothing special
riding the crest of a wave breaking just west of hollywood

Bash, I think your missing his point and quite frankly don't think you can see the "damage". Now that you have gone down this road, do you think you can have a "normal" relationship? How do you think you, as a monger, are seen by normal women. I really don't think you have been at this long enough to fully comprehend. Just my humble opinion.