So there is this skank, 40 ish, has to be said, a damn good body for her age, she must have been fiiiine when she was 20, so so face, but the usual “the last guy I was with was a complete bastard” attitude.
For shits and giggles I play it for a bit, conversation wise, text back and forth, within 24 hours she is calling me sir and saying she wants me to dump cum in all her holes, within another 24 hours it has all gone horribly wrong, you see, I am apparently another one of those nasty pushy controlling men.
What went wrong was I was all OK bitch, let’s talk again on the phone and arrange a time when we are both free to meet and fuck, and she was all I can’t talk now because you see my sons are here, and I’m like I don’t give a fuck, one has nothing to do with the other, and it ended there see.
There is another one, not so much to look at but loves my ass and all that good stuff, in her case it is daughters and not sons, but it’s the same deal, they get in the way of mummy having any social or sexual life, and just to be clear here, I am talking kids between the ages of 16 and 25, not small children.
Now, to be clear, I’m not doing an about face on the thing that a mother should put raising her kids properly in a good home environment and lead by example first, I’m not talking about bringing home an endless series of randoms who the kids call uncle billy and so on.
But, just because you don’t bring random men home, does not mean you cannot have, from the kids perspective “a boyfriend” that they don’t see… it could be a string of random men and as far as the kids are concerned it could be just the one boyfriend.
If you can text me from home, you can fucking talk to me from home, the only people who CANNOT do this, are those who are hiding something, like a live in husband / boyfriend / lover / etc.
I understand that there are inappropriate times, you’re at work, you’re driving, you’re cooking dinner, but there are times when you are just relaxing and you can talk, or you should be able to, except, your physical location prevents it, you can’t talk at home, unless it is between 9am and 5 pm… eg you can only talk from your own home when nobody else is there.
You don’t mind talking to me, provided nobody else there overhears your conversation.
THAT is what should set alarm bells ringing.
Not so much because it is a sure sign you are a cheating lying cunt, it isn’t, not 100% sure, but it is a 100% sure sign that you are not the master of your own ship.
I am the master of my own ship, If I choose to answer the phone (and it automatically goes silent from 9pm until 8 am, unless you are one of the privileged few in my contacts list) then I can talk at any hour of the day or night, with anyone I choose, about any subject I choose.
In the case of the skank I didn’t get to fuck, she was expecting me to make concessions to her life style and choices and kids. No deal.
In the case of the one I still fuck very occasionally, she knows I won’t make concessions, so she is all sorry, I’ll get back to you in a few weeks when I can make some time, and if you feel like seeing me then, that would be good.
On the face of it the two sound very similar, in reality there is one huge and vastly important difference, one knows her lifestyle isn’t acceptable to me, and hopes that when she gets time off from her lifestyle I might be able to make time for her… she isn’t captain of her own ship, but she doesn’t have dick to say about how I run my own ship.
The other one, well, she isn’t captain of her own ship either, but she does want to have dick to say about how I run my own ship too.
It’s all modes of behaviour, neither one of these wimminz is going to make changes to their lives, because nothing is motivating them to, and the deterrents to prevent continuation of the same old same old do not exist.
There is this other skank, off a swinging / fucking site, she is all my weekends and daytimes are my time, so any playing is gonna be done weekday evenings or not at all, which I don’t have an issue with, clearly stated boundaries are not an issue, so I say to her “tempt me” and she comes back with “I’m a good cook” and I am all like baby, maybe you is, maybe you isn’t, but it ain’t relevant because I ain’t coming over to yours weekday evenings only to fucking eat, you gotta bait the hook…
She comes back with “I don’t wanna be seen as bait”, I tell her that is her prerogative, mine is to walk, because there is literally nothing being put on the table, by her own choice, to tempt me. She goes potty mouthed at me.
Guess which one of the two wimminz above she most resembles.
The skank with the kids who can’t talk at home, and the swinging skank with nothing on the hook both share something in common, they both seek to change my behaviour, but offer me neither motivation to do so, nor deterrent from continuing to be me… quite the contrary actually.
The skank who says her life is a mess, she’ll call me when she is free, and if I am free also, maybe we can hook up for a night, she isn’t asking me for much, and she is making an offer at the same time, knowing that at that time I may or may not feel like taking it, time will tell, no worries either way.
OK, so far this is a lot of waffle about a few skanky sluts who may or may net get a load of cum dumped in them, a lot of words about nothing, a lot of long winded shit.
But it is necessary to state it this way, because it is full and frank disclosure, and it lets you dear reader see, in all boring and mundane clarity, what goes on in a man’s mind when a wimminz pings on the radar.
It is necessary because this sort of mundane day to day background noise of the psyche sets the scene, now I can say something like I have heard every possible variation of every bullshit excuse and story any wimminz can ever tell me about anything, ever, and you can colour in the background yourself.
I have no motivation to listen to yet another rendition of the same old refrain, and frankly all that is left is a deterrent, I really do not want to sit through yet another one wimminz play about how the widdle unique snowflake pwincess was sooo unwucky and kets meeting all these nasty men who yadda yadda yadda.
It is necessary because now, perhaps, you can have an inkling of the instant resonance I get when I read the words another man wrote, “We didn’t start the fire, so don’t expect us all to suddenly become firemen.” https://wimminz.wordpress.com/02-people-do-what-they-wanna-do/
It is necessary because just as these wimminz own chaotic home lives seep into limiting their freedoms of movement and expression and decision and interaction with men like me, all this shit always seeps across into other areas of one’s life and health and thoughts and attitudes.
WE don’t become one trick ponies, we aren’t all sad men solely fixated on not seeing our kids, or getting raped in divorce courts, or getting laid, however much it may suit the aims of those who wish to characterise us this way.
Once the scales fall away from your eyes, NOTHING looks the same.
We can talk computers or technology or cars or motorcycles or music or food or money or employment or accommodations or pensions or peace or war or investments or tools or politics or films or literally anything else you like, and I have discussed all these subjects and more in this blog alone, which is only a tiny subsection of my life as a whole, and we find that it has seeped into everything that we see, think and do.
Motivations and deterrents.
Where “you” is society, the state, the system, the media, et-fucking-cetera, then “you” have provided, across the fucking board, the best deterrents possible from me ever buying any of your shit ever again, EVEN IF IT FUCKING HAPPENS TO BE TRUE, I won’t be buying from you, and as for motivations, god damn but my life is a lot simpler and more relaxed and more stress free, since I started rejecting ALL “your” shit.
“WE didn’t start the fire, so don’t expect us all to suddenly become firemen.”
That resonates, through the very fibre of my being, “you” don’t get it, not even slightly.
“We” will watch *everything* burn, rather than intervene, because nothing can possibly motivate us to do anything to save any of “your” shit from the fire “you” started, because we have already endured so many deterrents at “your” hands where “you” threw “our” shit on the fire “you” started.
It’s not hate, we don’t hate you, it’s not personal, it’s not political, it’s not sexual, it’s not about power or money or anything else, it’s not greed or envy, it is in fact incredibly simple.
Deterrents and Motivations.
***ANY*** involvement with “you”, no matter how trivial and tiny, always, without exception, comes back to bite us on the ass.
We just learned the lesson “you” have been so busy trying to teach us, how do you like them apples.
Nota Bene, that text in bold purple, that includes trying to do you down, fuck you up, screw with your shit, hurt you, etc.
“you” don’t need me as an enemy, you are more than capable of fucking everything up beyond all recognition on your own, in fact, I dunno that I could do as good a job as y’all are already doing….
All three of the skanks mentioned in this story will reap their own rewards, at their own hands, and their own hands alone, I didn’t start any of those fires either, and I certainly ain’t going to change my lifestyle to don any craptain save a ho / fireman uniform… DON’T. WANNA. KNOW. OR. HAVE. ANY. FUCKING. PART. IN. IT.
One of them *might* however get some more nights with me, *if*, if *she* makes the effort to make the time to make it happen in her life, and that happens to coincide with a window in mine.
Said it before, saying it again.
Nero fiddled while Rome burned.
Doesn’t mean what they tried to tell you it meant in school.
Means he didn’t start the fire, so he didn’t become a fireman, he just pulled up a chair and some booze and sat back and watched the show.
No motivation to intercede, every deterrent going against getting involved.
This isn’t a warning or a threat, y’all better start valuing us and treating us nice of we won’t play at firemen later on, the bell has been rung, the lessons have been learned, no going back.
This is just a y’all have a nice day now, none of my business.