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
==================================
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?
