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Let's start at the very beginning--
Let's start at the very beginning--
a very good place to start!
Sorry. I hate that song, too. Let me start off by saying I'll do my best to steer clear of those horribly annoying emoticons and such here. I'm as guilty as anyone, but I know how annoyed they can make people. They annoy me and I am one of the dastardly criminals who perpetrates their use in email. For shame. For shame!
To each of us here there is a story, a reason why we are here. For many, it is quite simple. Need I explain? No. I thought not. No rocket scientists needed in this blog. Not at this juncture, at least. So, as for the story bit. I was curious, sure, as we all must have been. Mind you, I'm still really relatively new here, so I speak of generalities that include a certain amount of assumption on my part. (So fucking sue me, she says, sticking out her tongue and taking on a very exaggerated but not quite threatening--except perhaps to small domestic rodents--stance.) Curiosity, yes, but something else. There's always something else, isn't there?
For now it's a secret. It might remain a secret. Don't you love secrets? Reminds me of those old black-and-white TV shows with the "private dicks." Now there's a term for you. Just think, even back in the conservative thirties and forties, a woman didn't have to slink around to hire a private dick. Nope. No sir. She just put on her best suit and a hat with a nice, symbolic phallic symbol sticking out of it (big feathers and even bananas were popular, if memory serves, at times) and walzed right down the street, proud as a peacock (so to speak), on her way to get her some pay-as-you-go private-dick-for-hire-services. Yep. Those were the days.
Oh, lordy! I digress! Where was I? Something about paying for private dick and not having to be ashamed of it. Let's see here, how much was that again, that three-month silver membership I just shelled out for with my VISA card? Quick! Somebody, quick, hide me from everyone I know! I'm so ashamed!
Nah. We both know it's not the dick (private, public, or otherwise) that's being paid for here. Not directly. Especially since there's that secret you don't even know about. You don't know if I even want a private dick (or public, yada yada yada dick). And wasn't this "to dick or not to dick" or "why the fuck am I here" thing the reason we got on this private dick deal in the first place?
I just thought of something awful. I could be doing this blog thing on any of a bazillion other sites for free right now. Ah, but no. No, something tells me they might not like some of the things I might be talking about.
Like what, you ask? Off the top of my head, I don't want to get into it too much, but let's just say I have plans to feel free here to discuss what are traditionally considered "taboo" subjects. You know, like the classic: masturbation. Ooh. Yes. It's awful, I know. Makes hair grow on your palms and all. But that's you. Me, I don't use my palms.
Ciao for tonight.
10/4/2005 8:04 pm
Love to mastrubate. No hair on my palms, am I doing it wrong? LOL|
10/5/2005 2:28 am
From the looks of your pics, Here2play812, it looks like you're pretty handy with that tool (what can we call this, Ronco's new Hairless HandJack? the Jack with no hair, no guilt, and no cord to get all tangled up in?)! I don't see where you might possibly be going wrong (cumming wrong, however, might be a bit of a sticky wicket). Good show, old chap, carry on! (Or hang on, I guess I should say.) lol|