oldblueeyez

Your confidence and matter-of-factness, and the fact that you girls can talk about it openly on Youtube, gives me hope for this hobby, that we're headed in the right direction of removing the stigmas for both SPs and hobbyists. And hey, about that couple who approached you in the beginning and asked, "Would you like to fuck us?" Ummm, where can I find a woman like that, one who likes to share in this hobby, swing, etc? I'm serious here. ;-) Semi-retirement in Thailand would be so much more fun with a partner who'd be just as excited about scoring as I would. ;-) Which has just made me think of a brand new fantasy: my partner and I slow fucking while we each have our own SP licking our asses, genitals, etc. Oh boy! I think I just blew my mind!

Okay, so I'm starting a new religion, and I'm calling it Avatarism. Its basic tenet is that we are basically just avatars for beings which exist far, far away. Knowing that interstellar physical travel is impossible for them, they have developed techniques to mindtravel across the cosmos and imbed their souls in the bodies of compatible lifeforms. For what reason they are inhabiting us is unknown, so we must try to see beyond this world and our ego and discover our true souls, which are these alien beings. Religious use of intoxicating and psychoactive substances, meditation, and sexual orgasm are our methods of enlightenment. Avararists Unite! ;-)

With Donald Rumsfeld having a stake in marketing a flu "remedy" to as many people as possible, I'm leery of any corporate involvement in flu prevention/treatment. That guy's scary! And yes, I know Tamiflu is not a vaccine, but it's in the flu vein, so what the hell. Donald Rumsfeld makes $5m killing on bird (swine, etc.) flu drug I'll trust Mother Nature before I trust megacorporations: Madre Labs, Immune Punch with AHCC and Epicor I think the corporation is one of the biggest threats facing our existence (Monsanto with PCBs & glyphosate & GM foods, TEPCO with a nuclear disaster worse than Chernobyl which is still ongoing, etc.). But there are probably too many of us humans on the planet anyway, and sooner or later Mother Nature will cull us down to a manageable size with some crazy new hyper flu which science will be helpless against, and when it's time for me to be culled, pass me the bottle and let's go! ;-)

I read this story today about a psychiatrist who was "reprimanded by the the College of Physicians and Surgeons of Nova Scotia", even without any charges laid! One of the ladies he was involved with was unknowingly under 18 (a good reason for us old farts to stick to 25+), but that's only part of the story. Psychiatrist had sex with prostitutes, but faces no criminal charges Here's to hoping my status as Professional Red Wino never comes under such scrutiny! Cheers!

Bottle of wine! ;-)

Bloodletting was common medical practice for 2000 years up until the late 1800s (when it was then discovered to be totally useless in all but one or two ailments); cutting edge treatment at the time. Bwah ha ha! (excuse the pun NOT) Just sayin. Drink the damn flu away, that's my advice!

Exactly my thoughts, Frank! Check out this story: Flu shot linked to higher incidence of flu in pandemic year Maybe the immune system is like our muscles or brain; it needs to be regularly exercised so that it's ready to tackle the big stuff when it comes along. I don't get sick very often, but when I do I just tough it out.

Voila! Vindication of virtuous vinoistic vice ! Do Intelligent People Drink More Alcohol?

Kavinksy - Nightcall I love it, over and over again. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ee-MnKoi1Sc&feature=related Spooky little robot rap. Daft Punk - Technologic Yello - The Hairy Grill http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=acL7a5xRNag Colourbox - Just Give'em Whiskey http:// www.youtube.com/watch?v=6bwRuQIbF_E Front 242 - Headhunter Magazine - Motorcade

Imagine, if you will, a terrifying creature called the Penis Fly Trap. She sits pretty, petals outspread, waiting for her prey. The sight and scent of the Penis Fly Trap renders her victim hypnotized by sexual curiosity and he approaches helplessly until SNAP, he's caught! Some will manage to escape no worse for wear, but many others will remain forever in her clutches, her acidic juices slowly digesting him into emasculated nothingness. Ha ha! But really, I'm not misogynist at all. I love women! I do! It's marriage that I hate. It may sound crazy, but I believe SPs are actually saving a lot of marriages. The question is, however, are they worth saving? If you're stuck in an unhappy marriage, I think it takes more guts to leave than to succumb to the secure monotany (sp?) of routine. What are you teaching your children if you stay together in miserable wedlock? To settle for less than what you want and trudge through a life underlived? No, I think it's better for children to see that if you don't have what you want, that if you aren't happy, you will take charge of your life and make it so! With all that said, I envy the couples who fit like gloves, who maintain mutual respect and teenage passion for each other, who have great hot sex day after day, always as fresh as the first time. Sorry for the rant, just thinking online.

Reminds me, you guys have got to see a recent dark comedy called "God Bless America". It's about two people, a middle age dude and a teenage girl, disgusted with modern American society, who go on a killing spree. During one scene they are sitting in a car watching his ex-wife and her new husband (she's screaming orders while he dutifully obeys). The teenage killer asks the middle age killer, "So, are we going to kill him (the new husband)?" The middle age killer says, "NO, I WANT HIM TO SUFFER!" GOLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! When it comes to the point that you're mad as hell and not going to take it anymore, DON'T TAKE IT ANYMORE! That goes for women too! I have no time for emotional inequity! I will not be ordered around like a servant! I will not have my feelings and opinions continually neglected and ignored! I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered. My life is my own! (Never marry a Prisoner fan ;-) ) I don't understand how somebody can make your life so miserable that you exit the relationship, and then they beg you to return and expect you to? No way Jose!

I believe this service is offered by some providers and is known as domination and sadomasochism? ;) Honestly though, never again, never again. The best thing to come from marriage are the kids, and you don't need to be married to make them! I remember a quote from some movie: "Marriage turns lovers into relatives." How true, how true. Marriage might have been fun if we had tried swinging. Hmmm.

We're lucky that women work differently and (generally) go for nice eyes, nice smile, nice teeth, nice voice, sense of humour, etc., whereas men are (generally) all sex oriented and go for boobs, ass, short tight dress, etc. Again, I'm being very general. When you think about it, many women have bald fathers and know to look beyond the headglare and find the real man behind the shine. I hate shaving, so I just use clippers on the closest setting (a couple of millimiters) and buzz everything from the neck up, except for my greying soul patch (or small goatee, whatever it may be). That way I have a uniform stubble all over. Five minutes every few days. Easy peasy. geez, did I just say 'easy peasy'? Shit happens. Baldness happens. When I was young and vain I tried Rogaine, but again, I'm too lazy for twice a day applications and apparently it has side effects too. And there's a new drug for hairloss which, while it grows hair back to some degree, makes you impotent, sometimes permanently even after cessation. Geez! The question is, "WHY?!" Men worry too much about hair and penis size.

Pitbull. Anything. Pitbull. Also, that damn Whistle song by Flo Rida. Lousy song, especially when your ten year old kid is singing it. God help me!

Boomer is quite right! There is not much that I can add to his comments. Aubrey is very sexy and very sweet! Kind and generous and fun to talk with, she is very enjoyable in every way. And yes, the location was super convenient; one moment I am sipping wine on the waterfront, five minutes later I am entering her lair. Time with her was very exciting and fulfilling; she bursts with sexual energy! I will definitely be back! ;-)

A true connoisseur enjoys variety. ;)

The hacker group Anonymous is claiming to have identified the bully. The fact that she was taking antidepressants didn't help, as it's a known fact that they increase suicidal tendencies in teenagers. Friggin' society doesn't help much either; with seemingly everybody and their dog getting famous by posting sex tapes or flashing themselves, what do we expect our children to do when asked to flash? And teens are just too damn wired, or should I say 'wirelessed'; their whole lives revolve around texting, Facebook, and all that crap; it seems nothing is more important to them. Imagine the peer pressure we experienced decades ago hypermultiplied countless times by today's instantaneous and omnipresent technology. Back in the day, a nicely placed punch stopped my tormentor, but how do you punch back in the digital ether? Also, the internet makes it too easy to learn how to effectively commit suicide. It's a terrible tragedy and while I'd like to say, "I hope he's brought to justice," what justice will he really get in Canada? A few years at the most maybe, if there's even anything they can charge him with that'll stick. Sometimes I yearn for the days when criminals were hanged on display at the entrance to Halifax harbour. Sometimes. Overall, I'm a father and this scares the shit out of me.

Funny, but true. Whatever journey exists beyond this hydrous bag of cells, we traverse it alone. My God would approve of my visits, as they are mutually beneficial and rewarding and generally positive. My God accepts the human experience for what it is and gains wisdom from it. Kinda like the Hindus; we live our lives, hopefully do more good than bad, hang with God for a while and share the experience, then get shot back to some world somewhere and repeat it all over again and again and again. That or we just exist in some simulation somewhere and once the plug is pulled that's it. Who the hell knows! :) Either way, any way, this whole world is temporary, so f----king enjoy it while you're here! :) Wine and women, boys, wine and women! Not jaded; just trying to detach myself from attachment. They say it brings enlightenment, although I'd argue enlightment comes in a 750ml bottle and a 120 pound brunette! :) Perhaps some souls do collide repeatedly lifetime after lifetime and are meant to be together for eternity, who knows. I almost became a closet Hare Krishna like George Harrison, but that would violate one of my fundamental tenets, that all religion is bullshit. And besides, they sing and dance around on the waterfront like damn fools and that ain't my style. Also, no religion's going to tell me I can't have a rare and thick T-bone steak (local free range, not XL Foods); I find nothing wrong with occasional carnivorism as long as one gives thanks for the flesh and prays for the animal's soul, "Oh God! This steak is f------ing great! Thanks and God Bless that cow!" My God also appreciates the word "F----k". :)

You're more than welcome! Gotta spread the word! ;) I see Mike Adams is selling his "Coco Mojo" cocoa/mushroom combo. http://store.naturalnews.com/Cocoa-Mojo-100-Organic-Cocoa-Powder_p_93.html I guess he saw how well Madre Labs' CocoCeps was selling. ;) http://www.iherb.com/Madre-Labs-CocoCeps-Instant-Organic-Dark-Cocoa-Beverage-Stay-Fresh-Re-Sealable-Pak-7-93-oz-225-g/23648 A cup of this stuff, with some low glycemic raw coconut sugar and a tiny sprinkle of stevia, gets my mood and energy up in the mornings and the effect lasts most of the day! I don't know about Mike's Mojo, but Madre Labs is of the highest quality out there.

Cold turkey...1997. I was getting winded after exhaustive sex (ahhh, those were the days) so I quit. I didn't give a shit about cancer then, but I sure as hell do now. I will tell you this much. Are you prepared to kill yourself? Because if you get terminal cancer, from what I've heard and seen, it's the best option. Google Barb Tarbox...sad story. And I'm not talking about just her story. I have a friend whose mother died of lung cancer. You know, they reassure us that they'll pump us full of morphine at the end, but you know what? The docs kept her doses low for some reason and she was screaming in agony for days until she died. Another story, a mechanic friend of a friend got pancreatic cancer; he was begging his friend to kill him in the end. Lesson of the story? Don't smoke, don't count on your pain being drugged away, and be prepared to choose how you leave this world. Once you're too weak to leave the hospital, you're at their mercy. Maybe they're trying to cut costs. I don't think morphine's expensive, but considering the number of suffering and dying people, the dollars would add up quickly. Feign pain well in advance and hoard those opiates. If you just can't quit your addiction, then invest in natural supplements which are proven to fight cancer: turmeric, ginger, Vit D, fish oil, bromelain, selenium, grape seed extract, IP6, etc., and eat a 100% natural, processed-food-free diet. It may not stop cancer, but it may slow it down, and it will make you stronger if you need to be poisoned with chemotherapy and radiation (And don't just take 'their' word for it. If and when the day comes, and it will for 1 in 3 of us, I'll do my research, and if chemo and radiation are not proven to have a signifigant effect on whichever cancer it may be, I'll choose quality of life over quantity...PASS ME THE WEED OIL BABY! By the way, cannabidiols are proven to fight cancer) It's hard to stay healthy in a world polluted by PCBs, polyvinyl chlorides, heavy metals, tonnes of radioactive dust particles from decades of nuclear tests and accidents, hell, even our homes our toxic: formaldehyde in building materials (gee, all those nice new homes, all OSB) and furniture, lead and asbestos in older homes, radon from our basements, etc). It's our own damn fault. This is what happens when we shit in our bed. Oh, and yeah, smoking's bad. Quit now! Now if cold turkey would just work with wine.

ROMANIAAAAHHHHHHHH! SIZZLING BRUNETTES WITH SIZZLING ACCENTS WHO EAT CIGARETTES AND MEN FOR BREAKFAST!!!!!!!!!!!! (I'm a sucker for punishment)

Just a short video that gets the point across. Some people care, many don't. I do. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Lni6OAJz3sk&feature=related

Can't wait until there's a few feet in the woods! I'm trying winter camping for the first time this year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hiking in on snowshoes, hauling a small pack sled, digging a fire pit, making a spruce bough lean-to beside the fire (don't want my back open to the coyotes...bearspray and a small baseball bat for those -uckers), red wine, hot soup, bright moonlight, gently falling glimmering snowflakes. Lots of milk chocolate packed in case of emergency. Ahhhhhhh.

You're not in love. You simply have an ancient genetic impulse to procreate with someone your body and mind deem optimal DNA; and to nuture, feed, and protect her and the offspring until they are of adult age. Reciprocal love never lasts forever. Sooner or later it ends. Sometimes it ends the next morning, sometimes it ends when your life-long partner dies. I would just enjoy your sessions of "love" with the acknowledgement that all love dies. Keep it in its compartment and enjoy it for what it is, or for what you imagine it to be. Live love in the moment, not in some fantasized future with a white picket fence. If you broach the subject with her, there's a 99% chance you'll ruin your illusion of love with her forever. There are truly only two things you can love for eternity, yourself and God (whichever God that is seems a point of endless debate and savagery). For some, love seems to be a reassurance that there will be somebody in the hospital room to hold your dying hand; however, there is only one who will traverse the axis mundi with you, and that is the Supreme Entity. That being said, I was once where you are now. It was reciprocal and we both grew from it. It was fun; lots of good memories. Sadly, one can fall out of love as easily as one falls in. And yeah, if you are spurned, don't turn into some psycho stalker creepo.

My worst experience EVER was from BP! But on the other hand, I've seen ladies advertising on BP who I know to be top-notch (thanks to CERB). My advice is to save up your money until you can afford a well-reviewed Cerb lady; it is almost guaranteed to be a great experience and one which will keep your tissue box empty for many nights to come afterward! ;-) BP...never again!