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Quote by doctorlove
I have been away for three months. I surprise you while you are all dressed up and at dinner with your girlfriends at a five star restaurant by dressing up in a slick ass suit and flowers and some sweet ass jewelry. Do you orgasm before your cloths are all off and are we making love in the limo on the way home?
One question: does this mean you'll pick up the check? I could sure do something else with the bennies that would've gone toward food and wine.
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And its like the number one rule in any kind of warfare probably. I'm not a fan of war, or a military strategist, or one of these weirdos that whacks off to history channel specials about General Patton, so you tell me. But I am guessing that near the top of the "don't fucking do this" list in a war is: take you wall down. Ya, I'm thinking that any overt dismantling of defensive barriers is a pretty fucking bad idea. But in my defense, I only do that shit when I think the war is over. The war is never over. Life is a war, love is....fuck, I got no idea what love is anymore. I got nothing. Here's what I do have: a pretty fucking good idea about life. And that idea is: never fucking take your walls down. I got good friends, here, and other places, and they're fucking smart about shit. Ya, they lament that "oh, I have a hard time with commitment" and shit like that, but they got it made compared to those of us that actually undo years and years of instinct and actually willingly make ourselves suckers, only to then suffer for it. I don't know what bleeding heart asshole came up with the theory: it's better to have loved and lost, than never to have loved at all. But that guys a fucking idiot. Either that or he has some kind of mental disorder, where he enjoys pain. I think that's fairly common, and so are mental disorders, so I don't want to disrespect the poor bastard too badly, but what the fuck is he talking about?
It's way motherfucking worse to have loved and lost. YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT YOU LOST THEN!! IF YOU NEVER HAD SHIT, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LOSE SHIT. THEREFORE YOU MIGHT NOT KNOW SHIT, BUT IGNORANCE IS BLISS, BITCHES.
Okay done yelling but I made my point. i'd much rather be a stupid bitch, wondering about shit, daydreaming about love and other bullshit. Then, when it don't happen, I know no better.
I'll give you an example. When I first showed up here, I saw all kinds of people, mainly older ones but not always. And when I say older, I mean bitches in their thirties and shit. Not really motherfucking old, just old to ME. You get what I"m saying. And I really like some of them, don't get me wrong. But I"m making a fcuking point h ere its not about the people. So I'm saying, I show up here, I see these poeple and they are answering the stupid fucking "is it better to fuck or make love" threads, and theres like 10 of them all the time, but I'm just sahying, this is one of them. And these people, these seasoned people LOL, they are all like, "Oh, once you have love, sex is so different!" And I'm like, bull fucking shit. Sex is sex. Good dick, a good mouth that knows its way around my clit, and we are all good to go. Fucking trying to tell me sex is better once you look at the same motherfucker day after day. Like how is that better? What a fucking lie. This is what I thought right? I have to add, I was a stupid strung out little cunt a lot of times. I'm serious LOL. I didn't handle shit right. But I had things going on. Not an excuse I'm just sahying. Fuck, I was a stupid newbie that didn't know how to handle things without drugs. The drugs make things easier, let me tell you. Most cases, anyhow. So anyway, this whole "making love is SOOOOOOOO much better." I called bullshit. Maybe even publicly, I was probably that bitchy and stupid at the time. I was convinced, this is boring old bitches trying to be like "no, really, my life its awesome, sex is so much better when it's exactly the fucking same day after day." seemed laughable to me. But remember, I was a dumbass.
I fell in love. With all my heart. The walls, those walls that are the worst fucking idea to take down ever, well I took them down. I gave him my heart. I had his baby, I married him. It fell apart. When I'm sober and filtering the shit I say as if I was the LadyX news network, I say shit like "oh there's still hope" and shit like that. Fuck that, I think tis dead. You face facts eventually or you are living in a fools dumbass paradise. So I face the facts. But I did fall in love. And you know what?
The sex was fucking better. It wasn't just sex. I made love, with my whole body, and my soul, and my heart. Like, all my hopes and dreams all wrapped up in that magical, wonderful, life-affirming action. It was sacred. Hell its still sacred when I think about it, think back on it. That's painful to do...because it was that fucking good! It was sacred. Can't fuck with it, and regular sex holds no candle. All those people, they were right. I guess that makes me one of those people LOL. But I get to talk about it in past tense now.
You know what it's like? It's like having the purest drugs ever. The kind that leave no hangover, no sore nose, no sick stomach, no scrambled brain. Like, the cleanest, best shit ever concocted. Imagine having that. Even if you never did drugs, and you read this now thinking "I knew it, that fucking druggie bitch" (and I know who you are! You judgemental cunt! You don't think I know?? we all got flaws, struggles, unique histories, don't you fucking judge me you little piece of shit!). What I'm saying is, you don't need to know what drugs feel like, but just imagine. Imagine something that makes you feel whole, the way you never have. Imagine searching your whole teenage years for that one thing that makes everything make sense. Imagine finding that one thing you search for. That's what making love with the love of your life is like. And even now, this sounds so fucking haughty, and bullshit. Like I'm a fucking know it all talking down to the great unwashed. I would fucking hate somebody like me, saying this shit. But I have something to say, and its this:
Making love, is way better than just fucking. You know what I'll do now? I'll chase that dragon, like a dumb fuck. The way junkies chase the memory of that first heroin high, I'll chase the sensation of making love, the way I once did. I know, sad sap shit right? Fuck you. Move on or keep reading.
You ever had sex with a stranger? Not the kind where they answer your ad on craiglist for a hookup. Not the kind where you go out on a blind date and then act hard to get so that he won't think twice about buying that decent wine, shit like that. No, I'm talking about a true stranger. A hookup. A one night stand. Done that?
Now, have you done that after having lived through the best, most loving sex imaginable, with the love of your life? Chasing that dragon. And its not like you don't want it. The pussy gets wet, you look at that body, you buy the verbal bullshit as long as it falls within the very loose "as long as you don't totally fuck up or reveal yourself to be a psycho, I'm fucking you". So, you fuck. You might orgasm, maybe more than once. Or maybe not at all. Either way. You are detached. Its almost like you're watching yourself get fucked, but from the inside, not outside like a dream. You're feeling that dick pound int you, into that place, and his body smacks against your ass, and that's preferable really. You don't want to do it mish and have to look at the guy like you actually give a fuck about him. Fuck, he's hard and pounding away, I know he's having a good time. He's a guy having sex, big fucking deal. My contribution is having a wet vagina. So fuck him. No, what I'm saying is, with doggy, I can look back and play seductive and vulnerable. I'm good at that, and if I really work it, I can speed things along, and make him cum faster when I know that all I get after that is more of the same. There aint' joy, just body reactions. Lubrication, penetration and enough under surface aggression to mask whats missing. But not really.
But its hollow, folks. Its good because sex is good. Sex is a like a drug. I want sex a lot, and sometimes all it takes is a hot body and a little charm to get me there. Hell thats the case most of the time, the fuck am I kidding? I am here with a site full of people like me. Or so I like to think to help me feel less like a slut with a huge ass hole in my soul.
Fucking. Hard emotionless fucking, maybe lots of positions, lets check them off shall we? Fucking. It Helps me forget, helps me sooth. I dont do real drugs aymore, I have bigger things I am responsbile for. Sex is a drug. But these drugs...they are not as good as the drugs I once had. So I chase that dragon. And the guys dick invades, and he has his own thing,and grips my hips. Maybe that extra vigor is his hatred of me for being so easy. Guys can be fucked up like that. Or maybe he's just a fucking guy. Thrust until you empty your balls, procreate, spread the seed. Well sooner or later he will, and maybe spray it on my back, and then its over. And then, only then, do I have yet another reminder that sex is nothingl ike it once was. But its still sex.
Chasing the dragon.
Okay I guess since this is the rage cage I shouldn't just fucking piss and moan right, so here's some rage for you: For all you who have your ideal life, who say to themselves in the morning, 'damn, this here's pretty good, I've got the love of my life, and a great little family, I'm loving this'. If that description fits you, and you have the perfect little life with the one you love, then fuck you. Seriously, fuck you, and your happiness, and getting what you wanted. Part of me is happy for you because I'm not a fucking psychopath all the time, just some times, and I will say hang onto this thing you call love, you've got lightning in a bottle, so don't fucking take the lid off. But...rage cage, so, fuck you and your happiness. Let me kick down your stupid fucking picket fence. Enjoy it while it lasts, because it won't. One day, it will be gone. All your fucking bliss, and security and trust: gone. What's that they say about the best case scenario, that the love of your life, your other half, the best you can ever have in life is that one day, they fucking die on you! LOL. Yep, that's the ideal goal in life apparently, that one day they fucking turn to worm food and you get to stand there like a sucker and just eat that shit, and say stupid fucking things like "I know he/she is in a better place now, I look forward to seeing them in the afterlife', which is all bullshit. We all know they're gone forever, and so will you be when you kick it too. Bitch please. But, we all like to bullshit ourselves, so its to be expected. Who really wants to admit that at the end of the day, when their "other half" dies, they're left to hold their dick, and there's no fixing it? Who wants to admit, 'yes its gone now, and I'm alone, they're not coming back and when I die, I know I'm fucking extinguishing, and I'm dying alone. It's over. life and love's bankroll: gone, son. That's it. Alone. Well, at least I got there early. I got time to get fucking used to it.
It's way motherfucking worse to have loved and lost. YOU FUCKING KNOW WHAT YOU LOST THEN!! IF YOU NEVER HAD SHIT, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT IT'S LIKE TO LOSE SHIT. THEREFORE YOU MIGHT NOT KNOW SHIT, BUT IGNORANCE IS BLISS, BITCHES.
Okay done yelling but I made my point. i'd much rather be a stupid bitch, wondering about shit, daydreaming about love and other bullshit. Then, when it don't happen, I know no better.
I'll give you an example. When I first showed up here, I saw all kinds of people, mainly older ones but not always. And when I say older, I mean bitches in their thirties and shit. Not really motherfucking old, just old to ME. You get what I"m saying. And I really like some of them, don't get me wrong. But I"m making a fcuking point h ere its not about the people. So I'm saying, I show up here, I see these poeple and they are answering the stupid fucking "is it better to fuck or make love" threads, and theres like 10 of them all the time, but I'm just sahying, this is one of them. And these people, these seasoned people LOL, they are all like, "Oh, once you have love, sex is so different!" And I'm like, bull fucking shit. Sex is sex. Good dick, a good mouth that knows its way around my clit, and we are all good to go. Fucking trying to tell me sex is better once you look at the same motherfucker day after day. Like how is that better? What a fucking lie. This is what I thought right? I have to add, I was a stupid strung out little cunt a lot of times. I'm serious LOL. I didn't handle shit right. But I had things going on. Not an excuse I'm just sahying. Fuck, I was a stupid newbie that didn't know how to handle things without drugs. The drugs make things easier, let me tell you. Most cases, anyhow. So anyway, this whole "making love is SOOOOOOOO much better." I called bullshit. Maybe even publicly, I was probably that bitchy and stupid at the time. I was convinced, this is boring old bitches trying to be like "no, really, my life its awesome, sex is so much better when it's exactly the fucking same day after day." seemed laughable to me. But remember, I was a dumbass.
I fell in love. With all my heart. The walls, those walls that are the worst fucking idea to take down ever, well I took them down. I gave him my heart. I had his baby, I married him. It fell apart. When I'm sober and filtering the shit I say as if I was the LadyX news network, I say shit like "oh there's still hope" and shit like that. Fuck that, I think tis dead. You face facts eventually or you are living in a fools dumbass paradise. So I face the facts. But I did fall in love. And you know what?
The sex was fucking better. It wasn't just sex. I made love, with my whole body, and my soul, and my heart. Like, all my hopes and dreams all wrapped up in that magical, wonderful, life-affirming action. It was sacred. Hell its still sacred when I think about it, think back on it. That's painful to do...because it was that fucking good! It was sacred. Can't fuck with it, and regular sex holds no candle. All those people, they were right. I guess that makes me one of those people LOL. But I get to talk about it in past tense now.
You know what it's like? It's like having the purest drugs ever. The kind that leave no hangover, no sore nose, no sick stomach, no scrambled brain. Like, the cleanest, best shit ever concocted. Imagine having that. Even if you never did drugs, and you read this now thinking "I knew it, that fucking druggie bitch" (and I know who you are! You judgemental cunt! You don't think I know?? we all got flaws, struggles, unique histories, don't you fucking judge me you little piece of shit!). What I'm saying is, you don't need to know what drugs feel like, but just imagine. Imagine something that makes you feel whole, the way you never have. Imagine searching your whole teenage years for that one thing that makes everything make sense. Imagine finding that one thing you search for. That's what making love with the love of your life is like. And even now, this sounds so fucking haughty, and bullshit. Like I'm a fucking know it all talking down to the great unwashed. I would fucking hate somebody like me, saying this shit. But I have something to say, and its this:
Making love, is way better than just fucking. You know what I'll do now? I'll chase that dragon, like a dumb fuck. The way junkies chase the memory of that first heroin high, I'll chase the sensation of making love, the way I once did. I know, sad sap shit right? Fuck you. Move on or keep reading.
You ever had sex with a stranger? Not the kind where they answer your ad on craiglist for a hookup. Not the kind where you go out on a blind date and then act hard to get so that he won't think twice about buying that decent wine, shit like that. No, I'm talking about a true stranger. A hookup. A one night stand. Done that?
Now, have you done that after having lived through the best, most loving sex imaginable, with the love of your life? Chasing that dragon. And its not like you don't want it. The pussy gets wet, you look at that body, you buy the verbal bullshit as long as it falls within the very loose "as long as you don't totally fuck up or reveal yourself to be a psycho, I'm fucking you". So, you fuck. You might orgasm, maybe more than once. Or maybe not at all. Either way. You are detached. Its almost like you're watching yourself get fucked, but from the inside, not outside like a dream. You're feeling that dick pound int you, into that place, and his body smacks against your ass, and that's preferable really. You don't want to do it mish and have to look at the guy like you actually give a fuck about him. Fuck, he's hard and pounding away, I know he's having a good time. He's a guy having sex, big fucking deal. My contribution is having a wet vagina. So fuck him. No, what I'm saying is, with doggy, I can look back and play seductive and vulnerable. I'm good at that, and if I really work it, I can speed things along, and make him cum faster when I know that all I get after that is more of the same. There aint' joy, just body reactions. Lubrication, penetration and enough under surface aggression to mask whats missing. But not really.
But its hollow, folks. Its good because sex is good. Sex is a like a drug. I want sex a lot, and sometimes all it takes is a hot body and a little charm to get me there. Hell thats the case most of the time, the fuck am I kidding? I am here with a site full of people like me. Or so I like to think to help me feel less like a slut with a huge ass hole in my soul.
Fucking. Hard emotionless fucking, maybe lots of positions, lets check them off shall we? Fucking. It Helps me forget, helps me sooth. I dont do real drugs aymore, I have bigger things I am responsbile for. Sex is a drug. But these drugs...they are not as good as the drugs I once had. So I chase that dragon. And the guys dick invades, and he has his own thing,and grips my hips. Maybe that extra vigor is his hatred of me for being so easy. Guys can be fucked up like that. Or maybe he's just a fucking guy. Thrust until you empty your balls, procreate, spread the seed. Well sooner or later he will, and maybe spray it on my back, and then its over. And then, only then, do I have yet another reminder that sex is nothingl ike it once was. But its still sex.
Chasing the dragon.
Okay I guess since this is the rage cage I shouldn't just fucking piss and moan right, so here's some rage for you: For all you who have your ideal life, who say to themselves in the morning, 'damn, this here's pretty good, I've got the love of my life, and a great little family, I'm loving this'. If that description fits you, and you have the perfect little life with the one you love, then fuck you. Seriously, fuck you, and your happiness, and getting what you wanted. Part of me is happy for you because I'm not a fucking psychopath all the time, just some times, and I will say hang onto this thing you call love, you've got lightning in a bottle, so don't fucking take the lid off. But...rage cage, so, fuck you and your happiness. Let me kick down your stupid fucking picket fence. Enjoy it while it lasts, because it won't. One day, it will be gone. All your fucking bliss, and security and trust: gone. What's that they say about the best case scenario, that the love of your life, your other half, the best you can ever have in life is that one day, they fucking die on you! LOL. Yep, that's the ideal goal in life apparently, that one day they fucking turn to worm food and you get to stand there like a sucker and just eat that shit, and say stupid fucking things like "I know he/she is in a better place now, I look forward to seeing them in the afterlife', which is all bullshit. We all know they're gone forever, and so will you be when you kick it too. Bitch please. But, we all like to bullshit ourselves, so its to be expected. Who really wants to admit that at the end of the day, when their "other half" dies, they're left to hold their dick, and there's no fixing it? Who wants to admit, 'yes its gone now, and I'm alone, they're not coming back and when I die, I know I'm fucking extinguishing, and I'm dying alone. It's over. life and love's bankroll: gone, son. That's it. Alone. Well, at least I got there early. I got time to get fucking used to it.
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Quote by lafayettemister
And if he is naked?
"Whoa, that guy's naked!"
At this point, I still probably notice the overall shape first, but not necessarily height, because everything else is laid bare (literally) in front of me. Is he a pudgy tub of goo? Does he look emaciated? If so, I probably look away, unless it's so remarkably bad that it becomes like a car crash and I can't look away.
But if the guy's body isn't bad, then I look at his chest, and then scan down quickly: abs, schlong, legs. Then up to the face and maybe at that point I've assessed how tall he is. By this time, perhaps I'm salivating ever so slightly.
Beyond that, we're beyond first impressions, and I start to wonder things like, "why is this guy naked?"
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So what about all the effort and skill? Let's say I write a story, but instead of tapping it into word processing software I decide that I'd rather take a piece of paper and a 2B pencil and meticulously draw each letter in the style of mechanical type. Slavishly giving a tiny rotation to every "e", an almost imperceptible lift to every "t" and a tiny nick out of every "l". After many, many hours, if I possessed the skill required, it would look for all the world that I had used an old fashioned typewriter to write it.
Would my story be any better?
I'm not sure we can say that it would be 'better', as that's subjective. But clearly it would add complexity to the entire endeavor, and thus I think it would be more interesting. On one hand, it would have no bearing on the literary value, because the words would be exactly the same as if you'd typed it in a computer and posted it somewhere. But on the other hand, the experience of reading the words would be different under those circumstances. I'd argue that a story written in Comic Sans is going to be experienced differently than a story written in Times New Roman, just as a painting will be experienced differently depending on the style of frame that is used. In other words, the context around the generally accepted 'meat' of the piece definitely matters.
In this case, I'd look for the significance of hand-replicating mechanical type as a font, assuming I knew that's what you did. Upon finding this out, it would take on a lot of weight. "Why did he do this? Is it to give a historical feel to the story? Should it be read as if it's a first draft from times past? What is it about this piece that seemed to call for something other than a digital word processor program on a Mac or PC?"
And perhaps, if given the opportunity to answer these queries, you'd simply say: "It's what I like to do. There's no inherent symbolism there, nor do I intend it as any sort of atmospheric layering on the story itself. I'm simply a world class lettering artist and love to do it."
The difference here, I suppose, is that you might encounter those among us who would question whether lettering is an art or not. Personally, I think it is. But who among us would say that drawing, especially in the case of figures and portraits, isn't art? Perhaps you, and thus this 'is it really art' tangent. I can't see his creations as something that isn't art.
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Quote by pinestate
I am going to be a single dad come june and the mother of my child is trying to tell me that i will have to watch the baby 100% on my own as soon as one month old. Does this sound right? I know i have a long road ahead of me but this just does not sound right to me. What do you think the right age to be having a baby on you own should be?
Without clarification, I'm going to assume that by 'watch the baby 100% on my own', you mean that you'll be tasked with caring for it alone at times, as opposed to being a single parent with no help from her whatsoever. Otherwise, 'watch' is a very weird word to use here, if the kid's going to be under your sole watch from then to adulthood. I'm also going to assume that you don't live together, thus 'single parent'.
If she's saying that she needs you to care for the baby on your own starting at one month, then it sounds like that's when she's having to go back to work. And as a mother who gave birth seven months ago, I really feel for the fact that she's having to return to work so soon (again, assuming that's the significance of the one-month mark).
That's just not enough time by any measure.So, having said that, your responsibilities as a man and as the father of her child is two-fold: 1)care for the child and 2)support her. They go somewhat hand in hand, as you can't properly do one without keeping the other in mind. And you can support her without being with her by doing what you say you're going to do, when you say you're going to do it, and when she asks for your help, move heaven and earth to come through for her. I know it's a lot on your shoulders, but it's even more so for her. If she knows you can be counted on as a willing, attentive parenting partner, her emotional burden will be so much less. I speak from direct experience here.
I'm not sure that parenting know-how is instinctual for men. It might be, and I just don't know it, so don't get upset with me if anyone out there says I'm wrong. It was, and is, instintive and intuitive for me to a large extent, but I'm his mother. His father, on the other hand, learned on the fly, from me and from his sister, how to care for an infant. There are books too, and I suggest you go that route as well, since unlike my husband, she won't be over your shoulder after four weeks of age (and if you don't live together, you might not get that much time w/ her before that, either).
So study up, don't be intimidated. It's your child, and she will learn to be a little person as you're learning to be a parent.
There's no magic to it. If she breastfeeds then you'll feed her bottles. If she doesn't, then you'll feed her bottles. She will nap for you just like she will nap for her, and here's what you'll get early on that even my husband didn't get with our child at that age: uninterrupted daddy-time. She will bond with you in ways that dads with full-time moms for their kids don't alawys get, because for those times, you're her whole world. After a while, you'll get the hang of it. Now, because of circumstances, my son gets a lot of time with his just his Daddy, the same as you'll be getting with your child. I trust him completely, because I know how seriously he takes it, and how much he cherishes that time. If you're "all in" as a parent from day one, then everything about your role in your child's, and it's mother's, life will benefit, and bloom, as time goes by. If you have questions, feel free to contact me. I read this late, late last night, and thought about it, and kind of felt compelled to answer as soon as I got my thoughts together on it. It's just my take on things; feel free to take or leave anything you might glean from the insight. And last but not least: congratulations!
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Quote by Dudealicious
I personally think that missionary is my favourite, not too many positions offer you so many options!
1) You stare into your lovers eyes as you slide in and out of her, stopping at times to kiss her lips, neck and shoulders. Taking your time to tease or just slide all the way in. You let her know just how good this feels and how sexy she is.....love making at it's finest!
2) The speed and intensity increase, you know it's difficult for your woman to cum through penetration alone so you "take the matters into your own hands". You switch from making love with her, go sliding between her legs and pleasuring her orally. You bring her to the very cusp of her orgasm to slide back up and start fucking her again. Your pace quickens, feeling your orgasm building. You can't hold back as she squeezes your cock and explode into her, knowing she hasn't cum yet you make your way between her legs and eat her out to a mind blowing orgasm!
3) Rough, raw fucking tonight, your balls slapping off of her pussy but need the feeling to go deeper into her. You raise her legs and place them on your shoulders, and tilt her hips upward. The sensation is amazing and you place your hand over her throat. You tell her how much of a dirty girl she is and scream in delight of just how fucking amazing this feels. You both finish and collapse next to each other on the bed and start to cuddle letting each other know how much you love each other......
Well there's more but that's a few of MY reasons as to why I like missionary.
I have nothing to add. I feel the same way.
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Quote by JohnC
No it is not just you....... And while I have seen condoms used on toys, I just don't see the need or purpose for it. Maybe there is one? Seems like a waste of a condom to me... and can't taste very good I would imagine.
Well, there is definitely a reduced risk of STD infection that way, same as using a condom for intercourse. So that at least covers the 'purpose' part. But how many of us have blown a guy we didn't exactly have a medical knowledge of, and done it without a condom? I know I have.
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Quote by Magical_felix
What ladyX is trying to say is that you gotta walk up to the chick from behind. Place your hand on her hip tightly, grip her hair, pull her head back, lean in and say whisper firmly. "I'm going to fuck the shit out of you like the little slut that you are."
The fingers loosen, the pepper spray drops... The panties too.
Are you wearing one of those creepy lucha libre masks from the pics on your page when you do this? I wonder if the quote itself will make it into the sex-offender public records, or if the offense code is all we'll get.
But I get it. I know how pepper spray so ruins the mood....
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Quote by crazydiamond
It's a tricky debate , is art carbon copies , or is art an expressionist view. But that would then, with this type of art force us to argue photograhy as art as well.
Is art what is perfectly reproduced? so is a photo copy art? it's a tough one. For me art is an artist's expression, interpretation. Has he expressed or just hand rendered a photo copy? .
It reminds me of an austistic artist http://www.stephenwiltshire.co.uk/ in the uk . Is it artistic expression and interpretation, or just that hes compelled to recreate what he recalls in his head.
This really is a good topic of discussion.
What is art, and is just copying with skill? Griding a photo graph and recreating each cube is particularliy achievahle by all who take the time. But is that art?
Espeacially in th the case of this autistic boy who most likely is not expressing from feeling or expression more so compelled by memory and and study.
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Anyone's creation or re-creation is art. It might not be art that a particular person enjoys or values, but that doesn't preclude it from being art. Is there really any doubt that photography is art? Short of using a photocopier (and even then, perhaps it still applies, depending on technique), anything created is an expression to some extent, and we'd all agree that expression is art. It might appear eerily lifelike, but it still came at the hands of an artist, a creator. It's to his credit that it is so hyper-realistic. I'm under the impression that until, well...impressionism, that realism was considered the value standard within the art world. Quality was largely based on the degree of realistic depiction.
As for the man with those amazing drawings, has he said that he's compelled to draw, as opposed to desiring to create? Either way, it looks very much like art to me.
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All "boy bands" would qualify for 'worst band' nomination, as Nikki first pointed out, but that's almost too easy.
I'll go with Black Eyed Peas. Will.I.Am is a second-rate producer/creator, Fergie's a shitty rapper and even shittier singer with no charisma, and the other guys don't seem to contribute in any meaningful way. Their songs are either ridiculous without being witty ("My Humps"), or are catchy but without a good hook (which leaves songs like "Boom Boom Pow" melting your brain for days).
I'll go with Black Eyed Peas. Will.I.Am is a second-rate producer/creator, Fergie's a shitty rapper and even shittier singer with no charisma, and the other guys don't seem to contribute in any meaningful way. Their songs are either ridiculous without being witty ("My Humps"), or are catchy but without a good hook (which leaves songs like "Boom Boom Pow" melting your brain for days).
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I took "worst" band as the band(s) I most disliked musically. There are some bands that suck musically, they're hacks. And no matter what, Taylor Swift still can't carry a tune in a bucket.
Ok, that makes sense, but then, shouldn't the thread be called "Band you dislike the most?" That seems fundamentally different from "Worst Band in History", no?
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I realize that this thread isn't really that serious, but still...how can a group of musicians who are functional on instruments really be considered objectively worse than a group that isn't? For instance, I'm not into Coldplay, or Pink Floyd, or Rush, but despite the fact that I don't care for their style of music, it's pretty damn obvious that they're not awful musicians. Depending on which members of those bands you're talking about, some of them are really quite good and well respected on their instruments. They may not be cutting-edge, or innovative, but they're good enough to record the multi-platinum selling music on their own, without stand-in musicians. That's more than a hell of a lot of 'bands' can say. You may not like to watch golf, but that doesn't mean Rory McIlroy sucks at it.
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Naughty and slutty are very different things. One is positive, the other to me is negative. I'd be happy with that score, but that would mean actually doing a silly test about Sluttiness. I am not slutty. I am very naughty and highly particular. Why be proud of a high slut score? That does not compute with me at all.
To be fair though, your reaction seems to be all about the word 'slut' and not about one's choice to seek or accept multiple partners (or at least I hope so). There's no doubt that 'slut' has traditionally had a bad connotation, but that's something that finger-wagging prudes and sexist men have foisted on us; that doesn't mean we have to play by those rules.
All the same, ok-cupid tests are kind of stupid, and to each his or her own, but surely none of us would say that simply being adventurous and possibly aggressive sexually (which is what will yield a high score) is something to be ashamed of. If I'm called slutty in a bad context, yes, those are fighting words. But frankly, if a strange guy calls me naughty, I'm very creeped out LOL.