Please post some features of yours, whether physiological or emotional or mental ("Emotional" and "mental" are slightly different to me; think objective processing center, AKA brain, vs. abstract emotional processing center, AKA heart), and desireable or undesireable, and let us analyze your sexual ego. Are you overconfident? Do you lack self-esteem? Do you need to be led, or can you lead? Is your ego overinflated or dangerously non-existant?

As for myself: I'm 6'2", male, brown hair, brown eyes, of mostly-Spanish descent, of larger (as in height/muscular) build, but still a bit skinny-looking sometimes (depends on who's looking), and straight as a fucking arrow (gays make me sick; I'll be the first to admit it. Live and let live, and all, but don't give me shit because the thought of two hairy animals fucking each other up the ass makes me retch. And quit trying to force your homosexuality on me by marching through my fucking street; you block my driveway and disgust me. I'm going to fucking put a cow-catcher on my car just so I can plow through you, not sit there and take in the rainbow).

My sexual appetite is EXTREMELY powerful, and I love just about everything: Rough, forced sex (think of it as consensual rape, and ignore the oxymoron); slow, romancing, loving sex, in which I and my partner cherish each other; no entrance of the female body is off-limits to me (seriously..I'd probably fuck a girl in the nostril, were it possible.....hey man, I'm all for new things), and I hold her pleasure higher than my own, and just to hear her moan or bring her to climax with only my tongue or fingers is hotter for me than any cum-shooting, raging orgasm I can muster. Now, that's not to say I don't want one or expect one sometimes. Just that it only gets me off so far.

I'm absolutely amazing at giving oral, and it's about my favorite means of pleasing a woman, though others are seriously close. Something about the distinct taste and smell each woman has, and how each woman differs so vastly sometimes in what they like, how fast, and how hard, and where. Each woman is like a puzzle to solve, and I have a hell of a lot of fun doing it. Fuck any 1,000-piece Disney puzzle you can throw at me.

Having said that, I'm still a red-blooded man, and I love to force you down on your knees, tangle my fingers in your hair and force your mouth up and down my entire length. I love to see your lips wrapped around my shaft; doubly so if you have to cram it in. I love the feel, the power, the domination.. but I love more than anything the unspoken carnal knowledge that she enjoys it too, and on a very primal level; the domination, veiled degradation, pleasing her man..and how her only saving grace is knowing that, if she wanted to, she could clench her teeth down and bring all my domination to a screeching halt; that I trust her not to do this, though, even when forcibly entering her mouth, so who really is in control? And I expect you to swallow my every drop, too; if you don't, expect punishment..though you might like that more than the alternative. Besides, I never, ever spit out your sacred honey oil; don't do the same to me. It's disrespectful and rude. Not to mention disgusting to witness; it's hard to kiss you an hour after you've been hocking out my seed like so much bronchial phlegm, and not trying to hide it. Just swallow. I have no real flavor. If anything, it's sweet, but that's only when I'm on speed. And if I'm on speed, I hope you don't come to bed with me expecting to be able to walk tomorrow.

Or speak.

As for sex...Oh, where do I begin. I love it when you get on your knees and submit to me, AND when you jump on me, push me to the bed, and climb on me, riding me to the alpha and omega. I love to degrade you and tell you what a dirty little slut you are, and also how I [b]love having my own little whore, and how good you fuck and how tight you are. I love the way you smile and spread your knees apart a little wider and tell me to fuck you faster and harder when I say such things, not slap me and leave. Also, I love to slide it into your ass - I love to cause you that pain, because I know that, somewhere amid the pained little moans, you're dying for more; you love the feeling of your ass being so widely stretch and violated, the feeling of me sliding in and out and how it contrasts to normal sex, the way I moan a little louder because I love how extra-tight you are, the way I'll sometimes set down with you in front of a mirror, your back against my chest, my dick buried in your ass, while I reach forward and play with your vacant pussy, and watch in the mirror, only making me crazier and making me thrust harder. It's so good to be a man; so good to be a foot taller than you and so much stronger, so hot to know that I can make you submit to my need any time I want, whether you like it or not...And though it makes you outwardly nervous, the way you secretly crave to submit to me, the way the thought of me picking you up and fucking you against a wall makes you soak through your panties without fail. I love it even more when you tell me how wet they are, and ask me to take them off and help get you cleaned-up. But that's a bad idea, honey; you'll just end up even wetter.

But I also love to treasure you, to cherish you, to do anything, and I mean anything that you like, and give my utmost, 110% effort to pleasing you, with no regard whatsoever for my own...even though I get off on pleasing you, too. You're a goddess to me, you're a sacred creature, and I'm your servant, by my own free will, which makes it somehow even more profound. I treasure your body, I treasure the taste and feel and look of every curve and crevice. And I crave giving you pleasure SO badly when we're apart. If I masturbate, I don't do it to the thoughts or images of you and I having sex; I do it to the thoughts and the images I have of the way your body tightens up when you climax by my tongue; to the memory of the taste of that extra little rush of hot liquid from you when you do. Your wish is my command. Deny me the chance to carry you to the stars and beyond, and I will die.

Also, when we fight, you may piss me off to no ends at first, but the more I stand there silent and watch the way you move and the way your face flushes when you berate, the hotter, and angrier, I get. Shut the fuck up - don't EVER talk to me that way, you hot, sexy bitch..I hate the way you..oooh god you look so fucking hot when you're mad..I hate the inflammatory things you say, you bitch; I'll fucking teach you to disrespect ME!!

...Followed by advancing on her. She cowers, thinking I'm going to hit her. I don't. I just grasp her hips roughly and pull her sexy, angry little body hard into mine, jerk her head up and fucking kiss her deep and hard, almost as if I'm trying to devour her, but oh so much hotter...But I'm still angry. I abruptly throw her to the bed and then pin her down, and while she struggles earnestly, begin to roughly rip off her shirt, getting only more and more turned-on by her violent gesticulations under me. Eventually, her futile attempts at resisting my strength and fury subside into synchronous movements with my body, still inflamed, but oh so full of passion and want for each other. The flushed, hot skin, the roughness, the fierce yet still feminine grunts and moans she emits through tightly-clenched teeth. Oh baby, everything you do drives me wild. Don't think I'm not still fucking pissed at you. I fucking want you so bad..but I want to get my closure in the argument! I'll fuck you so hard and deep; I'll make it hurt you, for hurting me, and I'll enjoy each and every stroke and undulation and collision of our bodies...and so will you. Oh yes, you're angry at me, too - that's why you thrust against me just as hard as I thrust into you, why you dig your sharp nails into my back and make me bleed, why you bite my shoulder and my lips..oh, how I love when you bite my lips, especially when you draw blood.

In short: Sex borne of anger is the best there is, period, but only if it's shared between two people who do love each other. If you're just mad at your fuck buddy, it's not quite the same. Good, but not as good. And yes, that little diatribe of mine is based on quite a few true stories.

Oh how I fucking miss that sexy Sicilian wildcat. The scars her nails left in my back that I still have to this day are a fucking badge of honor, not something to cover up. I hope they never fade, either. Just as I hope your scars, whether from my teeth or my own nails or the ones on your back from forcefully taking you while you lay on the rough ground, feeling each rock dig into your back and each twig scratch deep as I rocked you hard back and forth, and loving each sensation, never fade. And oh..I love the discrepancy between you and I and our height/weight/overall size...Me, a bigger-than-average guy who's decently endowed, and you, a more petite-than-average girl, yet perfectly filled-out; such a soft, sexy, PERFECT body..I loved how her breasts, though decently-sized and normally-proportioned, both crushed together so nicely against my chest when we had sex; how my big hands could wrap so far around your thighs and spread them so easily; how I could go so deep into you with my fingers; how I could cradle your head so perfectly in my hands....how well your smaller hands fit in mine...

I also miss how you would lay your head on my chest and listen to my heartbeat, and how it never failed to comfort you and help you get you to sleep, no matter what state of mind you were in. And it knew you were there. Every time you laid your head on me, it would beat a little faster, a little harder, a little more vibrantly than usual. And I still remember the sound of yours. I'm always going to miss it.

It's the non-tangible marks you left on me that I want to fade. But those eight crescent-shaped scars in my back from your nails, ever a symbol of the perfect physical union we had; I'll always cherish. I'll always see those marks in the mirror or feel them when I shower or get asked about them by whoever may see them, and I'll instantly remember just like it was yesterday the way those nails felt digging into me.

I don't care who you sleep with in the future; you'll never find such a perfect sexual harmony with anyone but me. I'll always command your body, even if not your heart or your soul..If I didn't command your body, I wouldn't be able to seduce you the way I can..Oh yes, you remember, the way I seduced you into cheating on that fucking prick, TWICE no less...Only I can give you what you truly want, sexually. I hope that fire we created never dies. Something tells me it never will.

Enough about my ex. She was just an amazing fuck, is all..And I do miss what we had.

...Kinda got carried-away there; blame the M-------------e* in my system and the fact that I've had no sex for too fucking long now, and the frustration that comes with not being able to have sex with the only person who truly, truly turns you on. Others may come, others may be good, but there was nobody out there like her. But enough. No, your contribution isn't expected to be so long, detailed, perverted or startling. Oh, and to anyone who feels like it; I leave myself open to analysis. Tell me what kind of person you think I am sexually; what kind of ego I have, and why you think I am that way or why you think I have whichever sort of ego. Of course, I'll return the favor, to anyone who wants it.

Shut up: I'm trying to provoke THOUGHT here, people, not flames and stupid fucking commentary. If you contribute, make it sensible and maybe even relevant, not immature and off-topic.

Sorry: Just some closed-captioning for the thinking impaired.

Now I'm done..well, there's a lot more to tell, but no time to tell it. I'd rather show you, anyway. We'd have no need whatsoever for words.

Tersely, and devoid of all borderline-psychopathic sexual passion: "I'll do almost anything".



I think I'm both a lover and a fighter, who sometimes combines each.



Or just a twisted, psychotic freak who likes sex way, way too much.

But in spite of how I make it sound, sex was always just as sacred to me as love, just in different ways. Ironically, it's only because we trust and love each other and connect that I can even call you a "slut" and be rough with you; because underneath all the wanton, livid passion, there was trust and love, whichever sort of love it may have been.

-Infrared

Oh, and I sometimes jokingly refer to my penis as my "divining rod".

..And if I may trivialize something I was serious about: I should try to make the quote "I only called you a slut because I loved you!" famous.



*First official enaction of Infrared's new Totse Junk-Free policy. If you still get annoyed by it, you can perform degrading sexual acts on me and then go to hell. Have a nice day.





[This message has been edited by Infrared (edited 05-15-2004).]

quote:Originally posted by Infrared:

Please post some features of yours, whether physiological or emotional or mental ("Emotional" and "mental" are slightly different to me; think objective processing center, AKA brain, vs. abstract emotional processing center, AKA heart), and desireable or undesireable, and let us analyze your sexual ego. Are you overconfident? Do you lack self-esteem? Do you need to be led, or can you lead? Is your ego overinflated or dangerously non-existant?

As for myself: I'm 6'2", male, brown hair, brown eyes, of mostly-Spanish descent, of larger (as in height/muscular) build, but still a bit skinny-looking sometimes (depends on who's looking), and straight as a fucking arrow (gays make me sick; I'll be the first to admit it. Live and let live, and all, but don't give me shit because the thought of two hairy animals fucking each other up the ass makes me retch. And quit trying to force your homosexuality on me by marching through my fucking street; you block my driveway and disgust me. I'm going to fucking put a cow-catcher on my car just so I can plow through you, not sit there and take in the rainbow).

My sexual appetite is EXTREMELY powerful, and I love just about everything: Rough, forced sex (think of it as consensual rape, and ignore the oxymoron); slow, romancing, loving sex, in which I and my partner cherish each other; no entrance of the female body is off-limits to me (seriously..I'd probably fuck a girl in the nostril, were it possible.....hey man, I'm all for new things), and I hold her pleasure higher than my own, and just to hear her moan or bring her to climax with only my tongue or fingers is hotter for me than any cum-shooting, raging orgasm I can muster. Now, that's not to say I don't want one or expect one sometimes. Just that it only gets me off so far.

I'm absolutely amazing at giving oral, and it's about my favorite means of pleasing a woman, though others are seriously close. Something about the distinct taste and smell each woman has, and how each woman differs so vastly sometimes in what they like, how fast, and how hard, and where. Each woman is like a puzzle to solve, and I have a hell of a lot of fun doing it. Fuck any 1,000-piece Disney puzzle you can throw at me.

Having said that, I'm still a red-blooded man, and I love to force you down on your knees, tangle my fingers in your hair and force your mouth up and down my entire length. I love to see your lips wrapped around my shaft; doubly so if you have to cram it in. I love the feel, the power, the domination.. but I love more than anything the unspoken carnal knowledge that she enjoys it too, and on a very primal level; the domination, veiled degradation, pleasing her man..and how her only saving grace is knowing that, if she wanted to, she could clench her teeth down and bring all my domination to a screeching halt; that I trust her not to do this, though, even when forcibly entering her mouth, so who really is in control? And I expect you to swallow my every drop, too; if you don't, expect punishment..though you might like that more than the alternative. Besides, I never, ever spit out your sacred honey oil; don't do the same to me. It's disrespectful and rude. Not to mention disgusting to witness; it's hard to kiss you an hour after you've been hocking out my seed like so much bronchial phlegm, and not trying to hide it. Just swallow. I have no real flavor. If anything, it's sweet, but that's only when I'm on speed. And if I'm on speed, I hope you don't come to bed with me expecting to be able to walk tomorrow.

Or speak.

As for sex...Oh, where do I begin. I love it when you get on your knees and submit to me, AND when you jump on me, push me to the bed, and climb on me, riding me to the alpha and omega. I love to degrade you and tell you what a dirty little slut you are, and also how I [b]love having my own little whore, and how good you fuck and how tight you are. I love the way you smile and spread your knees apart a little wider and tell me to fuck you faster and harder when I say such things, not slap me and leave. Also, I love to slide it into your ass - I love to cause you that pain, because I know that, somewhere amid the pained little moans, you're dying for more; you love the feeling of your ass being so widely stretch and violated, the feeling of me sliding in and out and how it contrasts to normal sex, the way I moan a little louder because I love how extra-tight you are, the way I'll sometimes set down with you in front of a mirror, your back against my chest, my dick buried in your ass, while I reach forward and play with your vacant pussy, and watch in the mirror, only making me crazier and making me thrust harder. It's so good to be a man; so good to be a foot taller than you and so much stronger, so hot to know that I can make you submit to my need any time I want, whether you like it or not...And though it makes you outwardly nervous, the way you secretly crave to submit to me, the way the thought of me picking you up and fucking you against a wall makes you soak through your panties without fail. I love it even more when you tell me how wet they are, and ask me to take them off and help get you cleaned-up. But that's a bad idea, honey; you'll just end up even wetter.

But I also love to treasure you, to cherish you, to do anything, and I mean anything that you like, and give my utmost, 110% effort to pleasing you, with no regard whatsoever for my own...even though I get off on pleasing you, too. You're a goddess to me, you're a sacred creature, and I'm your servant, by my own free will, which makes it somehow even more profound. I treasure your body, I treasure the taste and feel and look of every curve and crevice. And I crave giving you pleasure SO badly when we're apart. If I masturbate, I don't do it to the thoughts or images of you and I having sex; I do it to the thoughts and the images I have of the way your body tightens up when you climax by my tongue; to the memory of the taste of that extra little rush of hot liquid from you when you do. Your wish is my command. Deny me the chance to carry you to the stars and beyond, and I will die.

Also, when we fight, you may piss me off to no ends at first, but the more I stand there silent and watch the way you move and the way your face flushes when you berate, the hotter, and angrier, I get. Shut the fuck up - don't EVER talk to me that way, you hot, sexy bitch..I hate the way you..oooh god you look so fucking hot when you're mad..I hate the inflammatory things you say, you bitch; I'll fucking teach you to disrespect ME!!

...Followed by advancing on her. She cowers, thinking I'm going to hit her. I don't. I just grasp her hips roughly and pull her sexy, angry little body hard into mine, jerk her head up and fucking kiss her deep and hard, almost as if I'm trying to devour her, but oh so much hotter...But I'm still angry. I abruptly throw her to the bed and then pin her down, and while she struggles earnestly, begin to roughly rip off her shirt, getting only more and more turned-on by her violent gesticulations under me. Eventually, her futile attempts at resisting my strength and fury subside into synchronous movements with my body, still inflamed, but oh so full of passion and want for each other. The flushed, hot skin, the roughness, the fierce yet still feminine grunts and moans she emits through tightly-clenched teeth. Oh baby, everything you do drives me wild. Don't think I'm not still fucking pissed at you. I fucking want you so bad..but I want to get my closure in the argument! I'll fuck you so hard and deep; I'll make it hurt you, for hurting me, and I'll enjoy each and every stroke and undulation and collision of our bodies...and so will you. Oh yes, you're angry at me, too - that's why you thrust against me just as hard as I thrust into you, why you dig your sharp nails into my back and make me bleed, why you bite my shoulder and my lips..oh, how I love when you bite my lips, especially when you draw blood.

In short: Sex borne of anger is the best there is, period, but only if it's shared between two people who do love each other. If you're just mad at your fuck buddy, it's not quite the same. Good, but not as good. And yes, that little diatribe of mine is based on quite a few true stories.

Oh how I fucking miss that sexy Sicilian wildcat. The scars her nails left in my back that I still have to this day are a fucking badge of honor, not something to cover up. I hope they never fade, either. Just as I hope your scars, whether from my teeth or my own nails or the ones on your back from forcefully taking you while you lay on the rough ground, feeling each rock dig into your back and each twig scratch deep as I rocked you hard back and forth, and loving each sensation, never fade. And oh..I love the discrepancy between you and I and our height/weight/overall size...Me, a bigger-than-average guy who's decently endowed, and you, a more petite-than-average girl, yet perfectly filled-out; such a soft, sexy, PERFECT body..I loved how her breasts, though decently-sized and normally-proportioned, both crushed together so nicely against my chest when we had sex; how my big hands could wrap so far around your thighs and spread them so easily; how I could go so deep into you with my fingers; how I could cradle your head so perfectly in my hands....how well your smaller hands fit in mine...

I also miss how you would lay your head on my chest and listen to my heartbeat, and how it never failed to comfort you and help you get you to sleep, no matter what state of mind you were in. And it knew you were there. Every time you laid your head on me, it would beat a little faster, a little harder, a little more vibrantly than usual. And I still remember the sound of yours. I'm always going to miss it.

It's the non-tangible marks you left on me that I want to fade. But those eight crescent-shaped scars in my back from your nails, ever a symbol of the perfect physical union we had; I'll always cherish. I'll always see those marks in the mirror or feel them when I shower or get asked about them by whoever may see them, and I'll instantly remember just like it was yesterday the way those nails felt digging into me.

I don't care who you sleep with in the future; you'll never find such a perfect sexual harmony with anyone but me. I'll always command your body, even if not your heart or your soul..If I didn't command your body, I wouldn't be able to seduce you the way I can..Oh yes, you remember, the way I seduced you into cheating on that fucking prick, TWICE no less...Only I can give you what you truly want, sexually. I hope that fire we created never dies. Something tells me it never will.

Enough about my ex. She was just an amazing fuck, is all..And I do miss what we had.

...Kinda got carried-away there; blame the M-------------e* in my system and the fact that I've had no sex for too fucking long now, and the frustration that comes with not being able to have sex with the only person who truly, truly turns you on. Others may come, others may be good, but there was nobody out there like her. But enough. No, your contribution isn't expected to be so long, detailed, perverted or startling. Oh, and to anyone who feels like it; I leave myself open to analysis. Tell me what kind of person you think I am sexually; what kind of ego I have, and why you think I am that way or why you think I have whichever sort of ego. Of course, I'll return the favor, to anyone who wants it.

Shut up: I'm trying to provoke THOUGHT here, people, not flames and stupid fucking commentary. If you contribute, make it sensible and maybe even relevant, not immature and off-topic.

Sorry: Just some closed-captioning for the thinking impaired.

Now I'm done..well, there's a lot more to tell, but no time to tell it. I'd rather show you, anyway. We'd have no need whatsoever for words.

Tersely, and devoid of all borderline-psychopathic sexual passion: "I'll do almost anything".



I think I'm both a lover and a fighter, who sometimes combines each.



Or just a twisted, psychotic freak who likes sex way, way too much.

But in spite of how I make it sound, sex was always just as sacred to me as love, just in different ways. Ironically, it's only because we trust and love each other and connect that I can even call you a "slut" and be rough with you; because underneath all the wanton, livid passion, there was trust and love, whichever sort of love it may have been.

-Infrared

Oh, and I sometimes jokingly refer to my penis as my "divining rod".

..And if I may trivialize something I was serious about: I should try to make the quote "I only called you a slut because I loved you!" famous.



*First official enaction of Infrared's new Totse Junk-Free policy. If you still get annoyed by it, you can perform degrading sexual acts on me and then go to hell. Have a nice day.



[This message has been edited by Infrared (edited 05-15-2004).]

My foot's itchy.

By the way, I just realized how fucking long that is; sorry. Drugs are bad. If you don't read it, I don't blame you, but I'll thank you not to yammer your illiterate, lazy ass off about it.

Yeah, sorry dude, not enough energy to read it. It's in the morning.. I need a shower or something..

Anyways my features.. erm... dunno. I'm a guy.

I can say I'm quite fit, and have a better physique than most, considering the dangerously high amount of obese people nowadways, I think I'm doing pretty good.

Then again, I'm 16 and gain practically nothing from what I eat. So I dunno. Anyways I need to go eat something and have my morning shower.

eghhh...I've been up too fucking long.

And I could use a shower myself..the thought of food makes me want to gag, however. I'm very thirsty, though, but I get water in my mouth and I just want to hock it out.

Fuck you, M---, fuck you!

rrrraaaa

But, I should mention, since I'm fucking horny right now too, in spite of feeling like shit, and I'm always a braggadocious motherfucker during these moments...I REALLY wish I could have a massive orgy with JTMB123, sarc, deadlycindy, LostCause, and...well, a fucking ton of others that my crash-addled mind can't find the neurons to recall, but don't think you're any less sexay to me.

I would SO satisfy every fucking one of you, even if it took me 3 days and 3 grams, so help me god!

Oh, and shit, I just read over that for the first time since I posted it, and uh...god damn.

Did I seriously type all that? Ack, I think I've said way too much. WAY too much.

I think my sexual fire's starting to get a bit out of control. No, I'm not going to go rape, or something, but it means that all my drug posts might be replaced by sex posts...

Oh no, Infrared II is beginning to rise again...

I never thought extreme virility could actually be bad.

Wait, what the fuck is with me; it ain't bad, it's GREAT! And it's served me well in the past.

So you made this thread starting off on subject, but then started to move over back to your whiney ways.

All this was made just so you could talk AGAIN about the bitch who dumped you?

When are you going to get over it?

What the fuck are you on about; this is a sex thread that's meant to provoke thought and delve a little into the human sexual psyche. I used her as an example simply because we had such fucking good sex. Are you just jealous, or something?

And I'll ask you: When are you going to stop acting like such a puerile, whiny cocksucker and CONTRIBUTE to threads (not even just mine), instead of bitching from the sidelines like a coward? Are you afraid of having your opinions deconstructed and your views contradicted? Afraid of a little conjecture, are you?

Fucking insecure, worthless little pussy. Shut the fuck up and grow a pair, and you might earn yourself a little credulity. Until then, you'll remain the whiny cocksucker who's part bark, no bite, and all pussy. Both you and your idiotic opinions are unwanted and fucking worthless, and undeserving of anyone's consideration or respect.

Get lost, pussy.



[This message has been edited by Infrared (edited 05-15-2004).]

quote:Originally posted by Infrared:

What the fuck are you on about; this is a sex thread that's meant to provoke thought and delve a little into the human sexual psyche. I used her as an example simply because we had such fucking good sex. Are you just jealous, or something?

And I'll ask you: When are you going to stop acting like such a puerile, whiny cocksucker and CONTRIBUTE to threads (not even just mine), instead of bitching from the sidelines like a coward? Are you afraid of having your opinions deconstructed and your views contradicted? Afraid of a little conjecture, are you?

Fucking insecure, worthless little pussy. Shut the fuck up and grow a pair, and you might earn yourself a little credulity. Until then, you'll remain the whiny cocksucker who's part bark, no bite, and all pussy. Both you and your idiotic opinions are unwanted and fucking worthless, and undeserving of anyone's consideration or respect.

Get lost, pussy.

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*Standing Ovation*

CarbonB is one of the few people I've seen who actually contributes. He's the one who acts like the voice of reason in most threads.

Now Infra, I usually enjoy reading your threads, but not this one. It's long as hell and, no offense intended here, but I really don't care about what interests you sexually. Especially when your posts read like something out of Penthouse Forum.

^^^^^^^^^^

Noone actually forced you to read it. If you don't want to read it, the answer is simple...DON'T!

CarbonB is not someone to defend, either...he may contribute, but none of his contributions are worthwhile. Noone actually benefits from his ranting. Most people ask for advice, and he throws in an arrogant opinion that noone wants to hear.

But to my original point, if you don't like it, simply don't read it.

Yeah, Carbon contributes. That is, if "contribute" has become a synonym for "whine and criticize like a fucking hollow little cunt, while afraid to accept the same from his peers". He's the worst kind of person there is: A hypocrite, a whiner, and a coward.

Come on Carbon, you little pussy, man up and offer some conjecture; try to refute the points I've made. Prove me wrong. Let's see what you're really made of; that is, if it's anything more than hot gas and insecure, deflectory comebacks that anyone can see right through.

I'll be waiting, pussy.

It's funny how you could claim that I would be jealous of a ficitional relationship you claimed to of had with an "Italian Stallion".

Want me to make up a story about how I went to Playboy's Mansion and had sex with the most beatiful women for 10 months every day, every hour just to be left in the dirt?

Fabricate AIM messaging across the internet to post it on here in numerous times bitching that I was left?

You good sir are infact the pussy. I am not a pussy in regards to my respect not to indulge in pretencious stories over a forum.

If you care to say that I am worthless then I guess I can pay respects to your opinion, but for you to regard your threads as intellectually stimulating, and provoking is just wrong.

You plain out bitch and moan about your ex and find countless excuses to bring her up.

Here's a clue, no one gives a shit about her, use examples without so many references to her so I wouldn't have to put you down for how pussy whipped over a girl your not even with.

Get over it for the last time.

uummmm....

...i'm a virgin......

yeah, i know, it's kinda pathetic. but then, i'm only 16, i have time.

Dude, It's alright to be a virgin, despite what your virgin friends say.

It's not that big of a deal, it would be better to have 100's of friends that are girls then to of fucked just one.

My opinion though :P

quote:Originally posted by CarbonB:

It's funny how you could claim that I would be jealous of a ficitional relationship you claimed to of had with an "Italian Stallion".

Want me to make up a story about how I went to Playboy's Mansion and had sex with the most beatiful women for 10 months every day, every hour just to be left in the dirt?

Fabricate AIM messaging across the internet to post it on here in numerous times bitching that I was left?

You good sir are infact the pussy. I am not a pussy in regards to my respect not to indulge in pretencious stories over a forum.

If you care to say that I am worthless then I guess I can pay respects to your opinion, but for you to regard your threads as intellectually stimulating, and provoking is just wrong.

You plain out bitch and moan about your ex and find countless excuses to bring her up.

Here's a clue, no one gives a shit about her, use examples without so many references to her so I wouldn't have to put you down for how pussy whipped over a girl your not even with.

Get over it for the last time.

Mmhmm, I'd out and out lie about a fairly-normal sounding and non-sensationalized relationship with a girl that was not without flaws, that was very taxing at times, yet fulfilling, and that ended badly and took a lot out of me as a result. If I wanted to lie, I'd tell you I was married to her, we were perfect, never fought, that she was a 5'6" model, that she did what I wanted her to do and always made me happy. The only intense thing I do speak of is the sex; that's because it's the truth. My sexual bond with her seems to be the one that lasted the longest. Bear in mind, we had been sexual with each other for 7 or 8 years (I was with her for only six, but we had started to play before that, while she was still with someone else), so we knew each other's every desire and became very good at fulfilling them.

And see, your Playboy mansion scenario is far-fetched, outlandish and all but completely unlikely. My relationship with her isn't far-fetched at all; as I said, it hurt sometimes, it was very rough sometimes, and yet it was also based on a strong trust we'd built for years. If I were to tell you I'd been with her only 8 months and we had the same sensational sex and feelings for each other, I'd be lying. But no, sorry to disappoint; it was a relationship that evolved over many years to what it was, and it was true, before whatever it was that changed in her heart changed. I felt that change, too, long before she gave me any inkling of it. Living with her for so long gave me a sixth sense; one that told me something was going wrong, but no idea what.

AIM messages: Hmm, think what you want of those; I don't really see anything so ego-boosting to me in those conversations that would merit me falsifying shit and posting it up. It was benign and mostly-uninteresting talk, not "Tommy, I miss your dick, I miss your kisses", etc, etc. If it's a lie, it sure is a damn boring one, eh?

I stick by my original statement that you are a pussy, because you don't contribute to anybody's threads; at least nothing more than petty flames or unsolicited cynicism and condemnations of people who are just asking for help. You're insecure, Carbon - you're afraid of what we might have to say if you betray any emotion or debatable thoughts of your own, and also insecure in yourself; your repeated and highly uncalled-for attacks on many Totse members who come to ask for advice proves this. It's sad, actually, that you can only reassure yourself by condemning those who you see as lesser to you to seek some sense of validation and elevation above those who you perceive as the dregs of Totse and society, when you are in fact the only dreg. I do feel sorry for you, actually, because I've gone through a similar stage in my life, and I did the exact same sorts of things. I do hope you can find some happiness and some validation in healthier ways; I mean that.

I'll retract my "worthless" comment; it was unsubstantiated and rude of me, and I apologize. However, I still see your chosen method of conduct in this forum as dishonorable and very mean-spirited. People who are asking for advice for something, however asinine it may be, are still taking a step and reaching out, even if it's just on a forum, and they should be well-received and helped, not torn apart just because you feel them weak or you disagree with a viewpoint or opinion of theirs, or just don't like them personally. I can't make you change who you are or what you do, but I do hope you can learn to be more accepting and less cynical and condemnatory. Granted, I can be the very same, but I do my damndest to never be cruel to someone asking for help or posting a thought, even if I disagree, or perceive the question they are asking as stupid, childish, senseless, trivial, etc. Do I fuck up sometimes and flame? Yes. I did it to you, in fact; I called you worthless. And I apologized. Whether you accept it or not is up to you and of no real difference to me, but at least recognize it as sincere.

As for the "thought-provoking" side of things: I did not intend to put forth the message that my writing itself was so terribly intellectual or thought-provoking - my intention is to get others to contribute and add some layers to what would hopefully become an informative and in-depth discussion. I never said that my words alone WOULD do this; I said that I hoped they would. And they often do. Sometimes they don't. It all depends.

And yes, I do bitch about my ex sometimes. I'll tell you again, no matter what you may think of me for it: I was in love with her. We were together for years and years. I was ready to slip a ring on this woman's finger. Imagine my surprise when over the course of a month, our relationship degraded and then suddenly ended, at her behest. I had to adapt to life without her, suddenly and unexpectedly, after living life with her for six years. You'll never understand just how exquisite the experience was if you've never experienced something similar, but I thought I would give you a little insight, anyway. And no, I'm not asking for sympathy regarding my experience; I'm just trying to help you better understand, here. While it's a bit frustrating and hard to accomplish, it is better than the alternative: You, understanding me perfectly, because you've been through the very same pain. I hope that never happens to you.

And while I'm in full agreeance that my bitching can get annoying or seem pathetic, I continue to do it because it's one form of healthy outlet. It's better that I post about what's going through my mind about the matter than to bottle it up until I can't hold it in anymore, and releasing all that emotion and thought at once - the possibilities as to what I might do then or what might happen to me are endless and not quite fathomable. You might be impulsed to say "get a blog": My reply? I don't want a blog. Fuck blogs. I happen to prefer Totse, and I post within the correct forums, and nobody who matters has told me to stop posting the way I do about the things I do. Therefore, I'll continue doing it as long as I feel like, and as often as I like, whenever and whatever about I feel like. If you don't like it, nobody's making you read it. My advice to you is to stop clicking on my threads if my writings offend you so deeply. But wait - if you did that, you wouldn't be able to pick at me and flame me for things I said, would you? Like I said, Carb - you're insecure and obviously hurting inside for one reason or another, and derive personal validation from the plight of others you perceive as inferior to you, and it's very sad. I do hope you can fix yourself someday, or meet somebody who will give you strength to fix yourself; someone to make you smile, to talk to, to love, to be loved by. I wish I could help you out as well (though differently, of course), but I can't help those who are in denial or who don't want help, so best of luck to you there. You're more than welcome to email me or contact me on AIM if you would ever like to reach out; rest assured I won't throw it in your face, condemn you, spite you, say "I told you", etc. I'll just try to lend an ear and some understanding.

Last point: Whether or not anyone cares about what I have to say isn't a concern of mine. I've said before, I'll say again: When I post those sorts of things, I'd remain 110% content in my doing so even if nobody ever replied. I am not a sympathy-seeker or attention whore in the slightest, and I feel that those who are, are that way for one reason or another. So, someone doesn't like me or disagrees with my opinions or thoughts - nobody's making them agree, or making them read my posts. So, what's the problem here?



"use examples without so many references to her so I wouldn't have to put you down for how pussy whipped over a girl your not even with."

As I said, you are in denial. You don't try to put me down because you're in such contempt over my thoughts of methods of coping, or even because I deserve it, but because you seek validation; you want to rip at me to make yourself feel better, to find solace in the fact that "at least I'm not like him". Maybe you feel no one in your life loves or cares for you, and so you're forced to care for and love yourself, which you do by finding positives about yourself from whichever source is available - nobody is there to say "Carbon, you're a special, smart young man, and I love you very much" - you have to reassure yourself of these things by attempting to intellectually outdo random Totizens to prove to yourself that you're smart; you try to grab people's attention and sympathy and respect because you need all of those to be able to tell yourself that you are special and different and worth paying attention to. It's rather heart-wrenching to see someone reduced to that, even if it is you. Nobody deserves that.

Well, Carbon, you're an intelligent and different, special person who is respected by me, albeit in a slightly distorted sense, and doubtless others on this forum. While you're very inflammatory, rude and bitter, I understand how frustrating self-reaffirmation can be, and how it leads to such outbursts, and I can accept them. There's definitely room in someone out there's heart for you, and I hope you find her (or him), and find what you are looking for in life. I mean that. I suppose I shouldn't condemn you for being afraid, either ("pussy"); you must be an emotionally-sensitive and easily-hurt person, like me, and so of course you'll try to avoid this if you can. It's a natural defense mechanism that all humans have in one form or another that is healthy and is deserving of a degree of understanding. My sincere apologies, for the harsh words.

I hope maybe some of what I said will make sense to you, or help you to feel better; I get the distinct feeling this will be met with a vast list of refutations of my points or condemnation of my opinions, but maybe beneath all that, something I said will tell you that at least one person out there understands how you feel. I truly do hope so.

Best of luck to you. Take care of yourself.

-Infrared



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fine!



[This message has been edited by yoyobek (edited 05-16-2004).]

Yoyo, and others: Try to resist the initial (and admittedly strong) impulse to attack him, and give what I just said to him a glassing-over. I flamed him too, yes, but then I got to thinking about the bigger picture of things, and decided that I shouldn't attack him for what he does, however inflammatory and rude it may be.

And Carbon, one more thing: I'm not attempting any sort of reverse-psychology tricks on you, or fiending for your approval; whether you like me or not isn't a concern of mine, either, to be honest with you. But that doesn't mean I don't want to try to show some compassion for somebody who I feel needs it, deep down.



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quote:Originally posted by CarbonB:

Dude, It's alright to be a virgin, despite what your virgin friends say.

It's not that big of a deal, it would be better to have 100's of friends that are girls then to of fucked just one.

My opinion though :P



Nice of you. True, too. I'm glad to see there's some compassion in you that you're not afraid to show. And when it comes to friends vs. love, your priorities are right in order, too.

quote:Originally posted by Infrared:



And when it comes to friends vs. love, your priorities are right in order, too.

i try

quote:Originally posted by scarletfire:

i try



Heh, uh..I was addressing Carb, but hey, you know I <3 you too. And keep "trying" to maintain that order of priorities in life; it can and will get VERY hard to not be distracted from everything but a romantic relationship at certain times during your life, but you must never, ever forget your friends or place them lower in your heart than you do your love. Love comes and goes; your friends are forever. And when a love that you thought was going to be true comes to an end, your friends will always be there to keep you up and get you through the times, whether good or bad or hard or easy or happy or depressed.

I'm going to partially rip off "The Godfather" and say this: Keep your true love close, and your friends closer.

God, I'm full of advisory shit today, ain't I? lol.

quote:Originally posted by Infrared:

Heh, uh..I was addressing Carb, but hey, you know I <3 you too.

yeah i know you were.

quote: And keep "trying" to maintain that order of priorities in life; it can and will get VERY hard to not be distracted from everything but a romantic relationship at certain times during your life, but you must never, ever forget your friends or place them lower in your heart than you do your love. Love comes and goes; your friends are forever. And when a love that you thought was going to be true comes to an end, your friends will always be there to keep you up and get you through the times, whether good or bad or hard or easy or happy or depressed.

I'm going to partially rip off "The Godfather" and say this: Keep your true love close, and your friends closer.

God, I'm full of advisory shit today, ain't I? lol.





i have never forgotten my friends (even though they have forgotten me before) and i never will. my friends are my family, and no healthy relationship should ever take away from that.

i probubly won't have a monagomous relationship untill i'm well into college because i'm not always willing to divert time away from my friends and my work for something that could very well screw it all up.

and i don't just have your everyday "c'mon, lets go get fucked up" friends, the ones i trust are the ones who also have my friends vs. love priorities.

keep up with the advice infrared , you're a friend too!

~scarlet

Glad to hear you hold your friends higher than anyone; most girls who I've known just say they do, but then neglect or forget them entirely when a cute guy walks into their lives. Then, when the cute guy moves on, she's left alone and broken, and her friends aren't there for her anymore because she forgot them. While I think that's a well-deserved lesson, one still has to feel sorry for her. She knows by now that she messed up, and that now she has no one. Having no one is sad.

And btw, you're definitely a friend o' mine too.