Quo Vadis

You don't know what that means? Look it up, and expand your knowledge a bit! You don't want to? That's ok too, enjoy the moron that you are, and maybe, if your literacy is equipped enough to read the rest of this blog, you'll understand the meaning of it later on. 

In the late (er….now very decomposed) Yahoo 360, I dedicated a few lines on this then new Yahoo platform, which, as some of you will remember, had to make place for Yahoo Pulse, now dead as well. Anyway, named lines were rather sarcastic, a bit cynical, condescending, and also somewhat ironical. Not that I would uphold an overload of all of these fine and uplifting personality traits in what is frequently called real life. But in virtual environments, like for instance this one, heavily infested with the worst members of the human species, inevitable they will look me up, find me, crawl into my system, take over, and possess me, to be expressed freely and randomly, as well as intensely, passionately, gracefully, and ruthlessly gentle.

Social networking has something to do with communication. At least, that’s what I thought. Communication in the virtual world is mostly restricted to the written word, responding to the writings of others, receiving replies, so on. At least, that’s what I thought. The virtual world is pre-eminently a place where one can meet virtually anybody, to discuss, to exchange ideas, to learn from cultures one would never have dreamt of visiting in r/l, to deepen and enrich each other, etc. At least, that’s what I thought.

  

إلى أين أنت ذاهب

Let’s have a peek at what’s really going on in what is called the adult neighborhood of CyberCity.

First of all we have the SD. No, no, no, I’m not referring to those German creeps from WWII, although many here still are addicted to Nazi shit. In this case, SD stands for Sexually Deprived. Many come here to express their sexual preferences, minutely telling us about experiences they don’t dare to go after in real life, but never the less quite often presenting those as if they really would belong to their daily dose of happiness. Example? Running around with a chastity device attached to a part of their body which actually doesn’t need one.  No, I’m not talking about these overly serious FLR “lifestylers” who are light years away from even vanilla femdom and bdsm activities. No absolutely not, as these folks are truly dedicated revolutionaries, a.k.a sissies, preparing for the coming of the Neo-Martriarchal State on Earth. I’m referring here to the self proclaimed kinky ones without kink, the thrill seekers without a thrill, the ones suffering in the office against their will, the ones constantly quarreling with their wives about nothing, the not understood and devaluated ones, the ones cowardly and secretly bragging from behind their keyboards, so on.  Yes, they rather spit it out here in the virtual world, believing it will stay anonymous, unknown to their 9-5 co-workers, friends, gurus, and pastors, often using foul language to no end. I came to believe that the accompanying cock/vagina/sperm pictures, preferably in very high resolution mode, are intended to compensate for the up-loader’s sexual impotence, corrupted libido, or some other frustrating quality. Vulgarity has not limits in Cyberspace. Filth is in.  

The next video is just a replacement. The original one was removed because it allegedly violated YouTube's TOS. And we can't have that eh? Watch the new one, as it's still picturing a bit the intended atmosphere. I recommend to watch the complete movie. It's one of the best in its genre, and certainly light years away from all the femdom-junk most of you are used to!

Wohin gehst du?

Then we have the SS. No, no, no, I don’t mean those other German creeps from WWII, although their are many in here who still get aroused when wearing their uniforms, posing as if they were the real ones. In this case, SS stands for Shy Snob. One easily can identify them by their profile pictures, in ancient cyber times resembling a grey paper bag with cut out eyes, afraid as they were of…….yeah, of what really? Nowadays we have colorful exclamation marks exclaiming nothing whatsoever, scenic landscapes, meaningless silhouettes, or pornographic pictures stolen from other sites. Never a picture of themselves!

Nonetheless they mostly maintain an attitude as if they were God’s gift to the Cyber-Universe, demanding respect, recognition, and support, no matter the lowliness of their existence. Among them we can find countless victims of society. Well that’s how they see themselves. Complaining about all the injustice that came their way, and whining about all the bad cards that were dealt to them, is more often than not the order of the day. Quite often they show SD qualities as well.

Où allez-vous ?

As a third party the SM come marching in. No, no, no, they have nothing to do with the Marquis, or tortured Leopold and his quasi cruel Wanda. In this case, SM stands for Sophisticated Moron. They lack any conversational skill while they’re convinced of the opposite. Here we can meet lame lecturers, lousy scholars, and intellectuals not found fit enough to be allowed to join the Mensa clique. Normally they come in during the morning, wishing each and everyone (yes indeed) a very good morning, not worrying for one nano-second about time zones. When they turn in, they joyfully tell the world they will turn in, wishing each and everyone a great evening/night, again not concerned about time zones. In between these landmarks in their life, chances r, they’ll wish us a fabulous afternoon, adding often to it their deep desire that our weather will be fantastic. Always in a polite, respectful, and profoundly hypocritical way. Throw in also a few lousy jokes, an abundance of cliché wit, lame excuses for not having blogged lately (as if we could care), an occasional naughty (gawd how i hate that word!) remark, or a way too extensive report covering their latest experiences with chastity, a severe hairbrush encounter, or a recent backlash from having used the wrong dishwashing liquid (yes you got that right, it’s the FLR aficionados here all over again) et voilá, there you have it, their complete repertoire of communication. Oh yeah, and they can’t cope with any criticism either, lol. Ah those poor things, so vulnerable, so touchy, and so righteous. I don’t think you’ll in the mood to ask me, but I tell u straight up: It’s internet contamination and decomposing crap! Yep, that’s what it is. Smelly too. 

где вы собираетесь?

Last, but certainly not least, there is the IP. No, no, no, I’m not talking internet etiquette here. In this case, IP stands for Interesting Prospect. Bang……..you never saw that coming eh? Not that there are many, but they do exist. Quite often there’s a promising picture displayed on their profile page. Rarely one of themselves though, but still much better than the one of a SS or the fake cock up-loaded by a SD. When I see one, I immediately invite that person to connect. Yes I do, believe it or not. That hungry I am to finally meet someone in Cyberspace to communicate with, to have less triviality for once, and to virtually escape the common crap and sexual nonsense for a while. Alas, after a few interesting words with them, most turn out to be SM’s or SD’s as well. They back off as soon as they feel that I’m serious, they realize that I can be playful but never play games, and that I want more from them than the usual stuff. And in the rare case I invite them to meet me face to face, they jump up and speed into the other direction like a bipolar cheetah in its manic phase. Hilarious! In the end there’s only silence. The silence of tigers turned into lambs.

A dónde vas?

Damn, I almost forgot! Of course there are also SNP. No, no, no, not our beloved and cherished social network providers or the well known single nucleotide polymorphism. SNP stands for Sexy Normal Person. You know, the ones who genuinely are addicted to a deliciously devouring fetish like rubber, leather, boots, steel collars, well u name it, or the trans-sexual men and women who dare to have gender confirmation surgery, or people who can’t imagine a life without being enslaved to a tyrannical and whimsical woman, or the guild of sexy she-males, a.k.a. bimbos, always on the road to expand their sex life, or ……….come on, you know already. We are an absolute minority, discriminated, slandered, laughed at, persecuted, feared, criticized, and……… admired. Yes that’s right……admired! Many are jealous of us and envy our intelligence, originality, creativity, selfishness, arrogance, honesty, openly displayed vulnerability, megalomaniacal tendencies, ability to laugh at ourselves, independence, self-indulgence, impudicity, corrosive desire to really find and test our partners’ lusts, etc. Many want to be like us, do like us, live like us, but lack the passion, energy, and courage to follow up on that. Instead, to keep their fragile self-esteem from collapsing, they rather continue to disapprove of us, to hate our guts, to slander us, to demonize us, and to invent mental illnesses for us.

Dove stai andando?

 

 

You’ve read this on the front page of this Blogger site: “I will give u an opportunity to show greatness of character. Seize it!” So what are you waiting for? Why are you hesitating? Go for it, do it, and you’ll feel great. But only if you are the right stuff eh? Only if you have the stomach for it. Only if you stop conning urself. Only if you refuse to listen to that false and stupid inner voice, telling you it can’t be done, that your passion can only materialize as a fantasy, an illusion, a fata morgana.  And if not? If you can’t do it, if you must stay glued with your lazy ass on that uncomfortable chair fixed at the table in your debilitating and awful comfort zone, yes then, by all means, be a happy and foolish SD, SS, SM, or a crippled IP, slowly meandering to your final hole in the ground. Yes, that’s where you will end up, frustrated, alone, forgotten, having made the wrong turns and choices, not having lived!

 

 

לאן אתה הולך

 

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Um….noticed I abandoned “u”, “i” “of cors” etc? Isn’t that gr8? Yeah, Ayesha finally saw the light people, and gave in at last. Now she too belongs to the honorable S&G crowd.  What? Stuff and Giggles? No, no, no! Never, you hear! Well……er…..I must admit, u (oops!) almost got it. Almost eh? Of course……… it stands for Spelling and Grammar, silly. Btw, did you know there also exists an Anti Slang Syndicate, better known as ASS?