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Several things that disturb me about Heterosexuality concern the use of cruelty by women. I don't do anythhing to hurt women yet I feel the hurt. They use sex to hurt. Two girls that are friends of mine on Xanga every now and again have some issue with their 'boy friend' and threaten to fuck somebody else.

I just find that thoroughly bizarre. It seems as though there has to be a threat or revenge to it and that this is actually a part of what turns them on or makes them cum?

Like maybe they want to (or choose to for money so they say they have to) so if they have a boyfriend they synthesize a fight with him and that makes them enjoy the strange fuck as a sort of revenge - yeah I can really fuck on that cock now without guilt because he really pisses me off

What all of this says to me is that people are bored with Heterosexuality but are afraid to try anything different. With sex there should always be some degree of Love. To me it's irresistible or else it doesn't happen.

Tommy? You’ve been hanging around with the wrong people.

Yeah?

Why do they say, I’m a Doll, and then the ones you really Love, and want, just, turn their back, or else, say, you’re despicable and then do the same wrong?

Maybe I am despicable? But as soon as I get in shape, I’ll feel good about myself and say fuck them, they know it, they’re just beating me to the punch ... bowl.

Girls have that wonderful pussy?  I wanted to try just one more or maybe a few but can’t afford it no more

So my biggest lesson is something  I already knew. I’m a cheap fuck.

So after landing here at Yesod, with these astral remnants dribbling down. I met this girl I wanted more than anything else ever; and as long as I paid her anywhere from between $600.00 to $1300.00 a month she was my non sex GFE (for those of you outside the sex industry - GFE is Girl Friend Experience)

There is really no necessity in saying any more, guys ... will get ripped off by her or others like her; and her and others like her will continue without seeing anything wrong in what they’re doing - after all, they’re merely bending the Heterosexual Patriarchy roles, just a little bit, and that’s what Heterosexual whoredom is all about

For the wise pseudo-equity and why the proponents by enthymeme choose to speak of it in terms of morality.

About three hours or so ago she told me she’d rather go homeless than do anything beyond $500.00 no strings "just give me the fucking money"

So the threat was a little different this time ... but the reality was the same.

The first payment of $300.00 was when she left her parents to live with one of her former ummm bfs whom she told me then was just a friend. The threat was she was going to walk out into the street go to sleep under an over pass and wait for someone to slit her throat

Every month after that - (when she wasn’t ummm, working) ’Give me the money or I whore my ass on Craig’s list’

Which is likely what she’s doing or going to do, now, this weekend; but she claims no she’s going to commit suicide, instead - or maybe what I don’t know won’t hurt me. So my choice is, give her the money or she dies.

Truth or Consequences ... Come On Down !!

Or maybe in April 2008 it’s right back to the beginning of the cycle/wheel, I noticed her spinning around on in May 2005 or was it 2006? - i.e., walk out into the street and wait under the overpass

Round n round and round where she stops ... nobody goes

This is what is despicable to me, she’d rather humiliate herself, to, and for, a complete stranger, than to show a littlel kindness and Love to a social radical Jew ... who respresents everything she hates and who she has to rely on for money.

That is the totality of her pride and all of it that remains. If she was truly going to kill herself she would give that up to me. But she’s a Mc and ever since Al Smith, they will never submit to a Jew

So I could be like her, have her, be with her, Love, cuddle, snuggle, kiss, fuck days, weeks, months, years ... all I have to do is denounce the Power of Love and give her what she wants through cruelty

Now some of you might have a difficult time in grasping this Tragedy, truly in the Greek sense, someone with true talent and a penchat for the Romantic, ought to make it immortal. It is, but she is so blinded by the shit of the abyss she can no longer look up. The smell is not as bad as the light that allows her to see. Her pride rests in her hatred, which she refuses to submit to in Love, so she directs that hatred to me.

She is the Fool on the Wheel, unable to appreciate what lies beyond the praecipice, even her littlel dog sees and tries to warn her of her awful fate. Blind to all of the powers she has to draw on. For she submits to them rather than taking them unto her reign(s) and riding on to Victory. The status quo obfuscates while alcohol steals the soul

Spinnin’ round and round and round on that cycle, spinnin’ round n around on that wheel

It’s what the Tarot Trumps are all about. So I leaped out of Power !! Radio and into her real life - or at least as depicted in cyber space. Pretty Groovy aye? But not to her. A romantic tragedy, coated, shimmering, melding and dripping in Love ... is cast to terms like a Cocteau film ... Denouement Mundane

She’s a registered Republican wanting guys that look like John Edwards and spend money like Eliot Spitzer, Better cuff up them there cuffs, Like Johnny Winters says about all that shit down there in Dallas

So I dove down into the abyss to try to taste her magic pussy. Spent most of my life savings: but still don’t have that knowledge and probably never will again

Is it because I’m a cheap fuck or is it because she’s just a hustler. The pot of gold sets beneath the metaphorical concord at arms and no one is interested otherwise.

And so the story ends

Epilogue

You’re the man, youz just lay out for a grand, for the fly, another for the flop and pay the bill ... what it take to prime the pump that pussy cure the ill.

Or let a bunch of shapeless men that metaphorically or otherwise fuck her, suck the snotty end of my cock ... with relish

Hey tommy ...

That’s why they call it the Abyss
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Waiting for a proof

And other things causing me to lose sleep, go without a wash and stay hungry

1st they couldn't find the proper color for my reply cover, then they could, then they couldn't, now they did. Let's continue the suspense all the way up to the very end?

Something Mick Jagger said, stuck with me "If you want to be a film director then you ought to be out shooting film" he's correct. I've simply lost my personality and style. Haven't done any pix all wrapped up with court and liars, erm lawyers, well the same thing, veritably. Yet being, me, blazintommyd and, thus, Hermetically protected ... it's still there I simply can't see it. so Keith has to get some credit too. The Glimmer twins and their memorable adage

I simply have to return to me doing my own thing and the rest will fall into place of course having someone to exchange thoughts ideas and images with, that can also handle my lack of schedule and peculiarities shall be awesome. It's the only thing missing and maybe I've found them, already

1:09pm EST - here I go

5:05pm - short break - I have to go back

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Snitch - O but look at him ... shouldn't we ... worship and adore him?

The United States - Hmmmm ... I think it best we ... crucifix him first

BTD - Greeting United States, you're such a frequent visitor, did they make you verify with plastic? Why don't you leave some comments ... let me know ... how I'm ... doing

I always knew or thought of her as The Idyll and she would follow me as she does now.

She knows but knows not this feeling like a spark that smoldered into a small flame upon some primordial fuel.

Alive and at last the spark ignited

Her image came to me when I was 8 or 10 years old. Whereafter a sort of spirit possesses some, such that they have this unmistakeable look in the way their eye lashes curl when they laugh; but this is just a tease. A small possession as if passing through another using that body to smile, wink or remind me, that she is there She is blond but her beauty is not universal: it is as if I had to wait for her to be born for me. As if her creation was of mine own mind yet manifested by some other body, as surely it would have to be

The spark ignited reciprocity

Decades of lament, failed romance, sexual unfulfillment no true happiness even by acquaintance. My life was incomplete

Surely I must be Gay, Heterosexual Patriarchy and all of its foils had played some cruel trick upon me. leaving me abandoned in ignorance

But if bisexuality is being free then the person may be of the opposite sex or maybe not. So the truths I found in this regard made no contradiction but served to corroborate this possibility

So it was not until late in life when finally she came to me; for this was surely her, none came ever so close in appearance. All intangible desires seemed to become manifest, simultaneously, here, it seemed, was the answer to all abstract and ephemeral desires
...

So close, but how could it all fall apart so quickly. As a phantom disappearing through my hands or a dream so real surely it must be and I look around yet not a trace. Is this my folly? Or is there something more

For when it seemed the foregoing was more than certain, one I barely noticed somehow intervened and now she comes again but at this conjunction takes the spark, connecting nurturing it into the small flame, making herself known in a subtle manner and discretely.

This imperative distraction is telling me, No,the first or other, it's not her !!

But why not the first time? Was this a period we had to live through to experience and "grow"

So I see her looking down upon this little flame, protecting it from the wind or rain, leaving me to wonder if she is saying or thinking, it is me

I can almost feel and smell her hair and her flesh teased beneath her flannel shirt, smooth and warm to her and mine hand

I can see her look ... surely she can see me

Actually - I was doing just fine practicing, primping, taking care of myself

So this womam said all you do is practice, primp and play with your cock

So what what do you want or expect me to do?

Be worldly, meet other people, go out and socialize

what the fuck for?

To buy a whore?

(This is free, another astute Lady was to remind me)

That and that there are other conformists and if you conform there is a support mechanism for you like joining the Klan or something

So I paid her money, got what I realize now is common every day typical status quo bullshit

Now I don't have any money and she says yeah well whatever, I did it, to myself, it's my fault

Now it's her fault because she kept saying trust her. I did. Nothing happened except I gave her money and now she's cold, dead and unaccommodating

Christ no wonder people are Gay you have to pay them to be Heterosexual.