SirBillybob

Back to the billion dollar premise …

Nobody made light of any historical tragedy, however close to home, by virtue of a random selected date. My graveside experiences in 1985 Toronto were not particularly silent and my erotic experiences not condomless. The proposition put forward is surreal and defies the characteristic of being realistic. Fantasizing Waikiki Beach 1941 between Thanksgiving and Christmas for a hot servicemen gangbang, in the context of the deliberately silly premise would, similarly, not represent being tone deaf.

Or, “thank you” … YMMV

1985? I would want … insist … that all the prospective encounters convincingly treat me as if I’m all shiny and new, like a virgin fucked for the very first time.

Where there’s smoke there’s fire. If a subset of escorts on a chat site subtly or overtly self-describe as the best and most skilled and attractive options, consumers within the same arena will naturally tend to comment on such variables with respect to the broader constituency of escorts. It’s not necessarily shameless self-promotion because it’s just biz, but it does inherently lend itself to hyperbole at either end of the spectrum of subjective perception and critical appraisal of appeal, particularly within a monetary transactional context. Rarely do we read, “Ya know, that fella looks like he’d be an OK bet for exchanging cash to get my rocks off.”

If it’s actually ‘public’, not ‘pubic’, then I’m SlirBillybob or SirBillyblob, either of which could conceivably track.

I only freak out when I see the monthly statement for accommodating my fantasies. I have one of these …

Hunhh?

1. W’zapp 2. IDK 3. IDK … need a noon hour nap

With a carefully chosen deployment of emoticons you can make anybody like or not like you according to your whim, irrespective of positions on a topic. This only substantiates their artificiality and calls into question whether my own application of such reactions is honourable or disingenuous.

Sure there are. Only so many on a rosary. But Hail Marys are narcissistic when in fact I may use such a moniker to describe my own demeanour.

Haha, the old who blinks first stalemate. But she also asked select strangers if a piece of shit on their ring finger should be referred to as a diamond. 😏

I think that one explanation for physical appearance putdowns by anonymous posters whose own physical representation is understandably redacted due to a board’s agenda is that it might be the only location where they can present ambiguity about their own appearance. It may be a misdirected way to self-soothe their own harsh critical appraisal of self-perceived deficiencies. They can automatically decouple the societal tendency to conflate overall person value with physical characteristics particularly in the context of disagreement. I’ve had a few experiences of chatroom posters asserting major deficits in my physical appearance. Upon crossing paths on a chance basis I was absolutely floored. Otherwise, in a neutral context I would simply view them as average joes. They essentially instructed me, predisposed me, to be harshly judgemental.

… including at Greasepaints’R’Us and also goes for pearl necklace window-shopping at Tiffany’s. Of pores it’s up to the hirer to settle on payment.

YMMV. There are few things more subjective than justifiability. Interesting topic and piece, subject of course to critical appraisal, with I would think application to drop-down options as well, though I don’t think a ‘like’ response signifying read receipt in many instances would be deemed to represent any particular component of Big Five or Dark Triad. The Dark Side of Emojis | Psychology Today Canada WWW.PSYCHOLOGYTODAY.COM A communication strategy centered around self-promotion.

If any platform wants and hopes to subdue ‘mean girl’ dynamics then it should eliminate the paradoxical bind introduced by the tempting option of discretionary but totally unnecessary and lazily applied pejorative post response emoticons that naturally stimulate antipathy, while admonishing members to maintain civility. Lock up the loaded gun with a safe code. Don’t just leave it sitting on the counter with the safety on and implore all residents to abide by ‘hands off’. This goes for my own inner bitch. —— Similarly, don’t maintain derogatory emoticon categories, layering on the additional paradoxical bind of deciding about appropriately sought donations for site maintenance when the likelihood of essentially paying to be at times targeted for abuse arises and it’s not a stretch to assume a relation between obnoxious employment of such emoticons and non$ contribution. I’m not inclined to findom but I do want to financially support, however modestly, an activity that meaningfully fills a portion of my leisure time.

That of restiprocity.

The sacrament of Confession? Be patient. They are usually eventually ordained and you may enter the private cubicle. No Gawd is Glory hole but a sliding screen.

Kallis tabairnak, as we say sacrilegiously up here in La Belle Province, that’s funny.

Also introduces, added to the monetary paradox of keeping it up, the paradox of keeping it up.

Not so basic would be an upsell for the alliteration. 😏

Want to simply enjoy & pay for doing ‘the reverse cowboy'? Busted.

‘cept the occasional G-string … (I’ll let myself out.)

On the one hand, in Canada we have Montreal metro uniformed police dropping in to, say, Campus on their bar venue beats a few steps away from the private MSM dance area where paid for erections and orgasms abound. Appropriately live and let live. On the other hand, non-pimp 3rd party vehicle drivers of female sex workers to their appointments arrested and convicted for participating in what is ostensibly an added safety mechanism for the women’s occupational hazards.

Erm, talking? … jerking, then following an emphatic order to seek a professional seamstress among other commanded household tasks.