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What are you waiting for?
She wants money
My tale as a person with a cock and balls, ISO interactive F4FF or just a woman wanting someone to be nice with, naked, share some Loving feelings, getting off together on cam, having nice late night telephone time without paying for it ... A professional woman or one artistically inclined, that hasn't the time for the social bullshit associated with obtaining that sort of thing, safely, or in a timely manner, would leap at this opportunity - and maybe they do, just not with me; but intuition tells me that the pointlessness of such pursuit is attributable to the seeming fact that 99.9 % of the women on line that aren't Lesbians are in one way or another looking for money - and don't let them kid you, it's Always there - and most often they're looking for a sugar daddy or some guy with a job that will set them up in an apartment or house and pay half the bills (read the fine print - half their bills, what about yours?). So I won't do that for you and if that means I'm a Homosexual so be it, all of my major heroes are anyway. So no matter how fabulous your nsfw folders are, you won't turn me into your slave: there are plenty of soulless pix and videos to jerk off to, with the identical depressing denouement afterwards. So I'm looking for the other .1%
Everyone has something special about them, but you have to find out what it is, take it out, polish it, make it your style.
The seeming lack of that .1% rendered me weak and forlorn. Subject to unjust exaction for man's general abuse and repression of women: I was robbed, abandoned and left in greater pain than any I perceived they had suffered. Receptive men can only learn from women who have risen above revenge not from those that succumb to the various role models Conservative Males have created for them. In that regard, Judgment was generous* ... my time with that is done.
I realize that my likelihood of finding this .1% here or anywhere else on line or possibly on earth is overly optimistic. We may live in parallel universes. The Homosexual man and the Heterosexual woman frittering away their existence waiting for their tall dark and handsome Knight, whom in truth and reality does not exist but still trying to make that fantasy a reality, the dark rings bore deeper around our bagging eyes; do we still have a choice, me , with my .1% archetype: Fate sweeps us, merged, on a train of just people, speeding forward, passengers, overwhelmed in reverie of what awaits, the view is morphed to a blur.
It seems that most of the men and women on here are still buying or receiving credits for tickets to different destinations but leading to the same place and aside from death none that I care to be headed towards anyway; having paid my dues, I'm just here for the ride ... so let's stay on the scenic route, please.
Quod me nutrit me destruit
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* and Judgment was against me
