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On the subject of Smut.


Some, if not all of you, must be aware by now that I do have an odd fascination with smut. It's not like I'm a stalker or enjoy the feel of a nice furry hamster every once in awhile, I'm just fascinated by it. I'm fascinated by the fact that it exists. I'm fascinated that some people have such strange sexual habits. I'm fascinated by how far people will go to get off. And as I watch from afar, admiring the flesh and juices, bodily fluids and sheep's skin, I simply peruse and admire, but rarely get aroused.

Strange, isn't it? but it's true. It just boggles my mind, what things will do and say, and I enjoy a good mind boggle. When there's no-one to chit-chat movies and comics with, when none of my friends are around to discuss whether or not Kant was or cunt, when there is nothing but an empty screen on my computer and my own twisted imagination, I turn to smut to for an interesting one-way conversation.

Like the blogs you'll find in the 'Entertaining Bollogs' section on your left of women writing candidly of their sexual exploits, likes and dislikes. I don't read them to jack off. I read them because they're just as interesting as a Chuck Pahlaniuk novel, except with less of the 'capitalism-is-evil' motif running throughout.

Now, the question you may be asking yourself at this point is, "why is he telling me all this?"

Well, I'm not sure. I guess I want to dissasociate myself from the anal-lubricating-marmot-shearers that roam the internet. The perverts who use their anonymity as a cloak so that they may entice young children (which, as we all know, is highly illegal and morally dubious no matter what your beliefs and predelictions) or meet other fetish freaks.

Then again, perhaps I'm the most perverted one of them all. They get off on it physically. It's primal, it's sexual. With me, it's psychological. I get off on it in my mind, a huge throbbing hard-on in my medula oblongata.

Does that make me a dick head?
4.2.05 10:07
 


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Man Method / Website (4.2.05 18:05)
"Then again, perhaps I'm the most perverted one of them all. They get off on it physically. It's primal, it's sexual. With me, it's psychological. I get off on it in my mind, a huge throbbing hard-on in my medula oblongata.
Does that make me a dick head?"
This is why I was called the Q-Tip. I now remember...


(7.2.05 03:24)
You were called Q-Tip because you get a hard-on in your brain? You sure it didn't have something to do with ear-fucking?

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