Monthly Archives: November 2021

Ever Donated Some Dick/Pussy Before? Some Friend YOU Are!

Call me crazy, but friends don’t let friends drive drunk suffer having dry dick/pussy…it’s just not a friendly thing to do. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not telling you to fuck everyone you know, just maybe some of them on an as-needed basis depending on the dynamics of your friendship and each of your situations.

We are supposed to care about the happyness of the people we call friends, so why not toss them a little piece of pussy or dick to help them get through their dry spell? WWJD? I’m just saying, Dude was a giver.

Real friends care about their friends’ orgasms!

Consider this, you’re having a shitty day/week/life or whatever and venting to one of your best friends of the opposite sex (or same, if that’s your thing) about your struggles with having the Sahara Desert in your pants…life is sucking, and not in the good way either. Suddenly, and without warning, your homie suggests to you that y’all take this convo to the room because it became clear to them that you “got a little attitudinal problem needs some readjustin’“, as Major Payne would put it, but with better tools used. All of a sudden, this day has gone from shit to shimmer because of a friend doing what friends do, looking out for each others’ best interests. See how easy it was to turn that frown upside down?

Now don’t start looking at me sideways, I get that not everyone can separate the act from the emotion. There are numerous barriers to applying this fix; what if emotions get tangled up, or if someone gives the other an unwanted sexually transmitted gift like a baby, what if you want to look out but the way your relationship status is setup that isn’t socially acceptable, maybe they have a bit of a crush on you already (or you do on them), and about a million other potential problems. Trying this is NOT for everyone, so beware of the risks associated with doing said deed and if you make moves do so with intention. That being said, if isn’t unreasonable for you to do so, hook ya nigga/ette up with a little trim or pipe and click that reset button on their mood right quick.


Something I’m Trying To Learn Through His Experience – MTR (via YouTube)

Please take a few moments to watch this video and acknowledge his words on the YouTube page if you are willing. Knowing others who are going, or have gone, through dealing with a cancer diagnosis is a humbling experience because you realize how little control you have over some things in your live…so work hard at the things you can control!


The Curse

I wonder sometimes whether damaged people are magnetically drawn to me or if I’m drawn to them…nah, just like magnets it’s probably both at the same time. Now, in saying “damaged” I mean it in the most literal of ways (someone who has suffered damage of some sort) and not as an insult. God knows they have been through enough already and I don’t intend to add to their situation in any negative way. Life has given me the ability to empathize with people’s most painful experiences in a way I can’t truly put into words, or even understand completely.

More people have told me their darkest experiences than I can even count (literally), yet I can’t forget the details no matter how hard I tried to…and still wouldn’t anyway. Maybe it’s a form of respect for their willingness to open themselves up trusting me, or it’s a self-flagellation of sorts (had to look up the term to make sure) as punishment for my own life of random since, or even both. Growing up outside of structured religion I’ve adopted many aspects of the different belief systems over time so maybe I picked this up as a way to balance my karma. No matter why this magnetism exists, it is definitely a thing. Add to this an uncomfortable ability to pick up on the slightest patterns, usually without knowing what I’m seeing at first, and we are suddenly in the perfect storm of emotions.

Like it or not, intentionally or not, this is clearly what “Life” wants from me, somehow to shoulder a little bit of the burden of those in my charge, whether professionally, personally, or even some whom I’ve been romantically involved or interested in. It’s as if I know how to cut down into that part of them surgically and do as little additional damage as possible while trying to remove an emotional tumor they’ve had growing; the least I can do is to be the best medical practitioner I’m capable of being.

Here’s the crux, I can’t emotionally afford the liability coverage needed to keep up the work Life wants from me without some sort of help. Who can help me? Fuck if I know!!! Shit, if I knew I’d beg for their (Their?) help…or would I? Maybe I’m too proud to even accept the help I am aware is needed. Could it be due to pride?…to fear?…to feeling that burden of pain is something that I deserve? Or maybe I’m just too stupid to get out of my own way 😒

No matter how anyone else sees the experience, it feels like a fucking curse to me…and it’s my curse to deal with…