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8 Apr 2015

Quote by Clutterbutters
I'm not even that surprised that many (not necessarily in this topic) do lie. My view of society's general expectations and it's stereotypes are that men are supposed to be taller, broad, masculine and generally physically bigger than their female counterparts who are supposed to be petite and feminine.

Yes, this is a generalisation but it's one I felt as a young kid at school when I towered over the boys and they found it intimidating/unattractive/undesirable and it's one I still feel (on the rare occasion) now. Be it a passing comment from a bloke who "couldn't date a lass who made him feel small" to one of my girl friends ruling out a whole section of a nightclub because he - whoever the bleeding hell he is - "just has to be over 6ft".

My thoughts exactly. I'm actually surprised about the results of my poll, a lot of my upright/trustworthy male friends tend to exaggerate their height a little.

And yes, as some others mentioned here, a few people around your height could see through your bullshit, but those that are 4+ inches smaller/taller than you would probably give you the benefit of the doubt. For example, if I approached a group of 5'4" girls and told them that I was 5'11" (instead of 5'9"), I probably could get away with it.

7 Apr 2015

Quote by Possibly
Aw, I didn't mean any harm. Forgive me if I offended you. No need to defend your post! Just do you!

I didn't take any offense, no worries. Besides, "exhaustive fucktard" sounds kinda cool for a badge. 588-rolleyes

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7 Apr 2015

Quote by Magical_felix
Fucking requiem for a dream over here.

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Is there a badge for Longest Forum Post? If so, I'd like to nominate SereneProdigy please.

Quote by daddysweetheart
Omg. Seconds that! Lmao

Haha, see people, that's once again my 'all or nothing' personality that played a nasty trick on me: either I don't talk about drugs, or I fucking do. geek

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In my defense, I actually wrote all of this sporadically yesterday while doing various housework: washing the dishes, writing a few paragraphs, changing the bedsheets, a few more paragraphs, etc. Then I finalized it today when I returned from work. I was actually shocked myself when I realized how long it was, haha.

7 Apr 2015

I've tried a bit of everything, though most of them only a few times: cannabis, hash, speed (amphetamines), cocaine, ecstasy (MDMA), acid (LSD), mushrooms. Cannabis has always been my drug of choice, most of the other ones I only took less than 5-10 times just to try them. I've always been a bit reluctant to drugs for various reasons (the typical ones I guess), but mostly I always knew deep inside that I had a kind of personality that's prone to addiction and the likes.

I really have that 'all or nothing' aspect to my personality: either I don't partake in something, or I do in an almost compulsive way. Before I started smoking cigarettes I was very opposed to them (even holding my breath when I was next to smokers and obviously refusing them when they were offered to me), then I randomly found a coat in a park in my early 20s and there was a pack of cigarettes in one pocket; I tried one just for the fun of it and within a week I became a pack-a-day smoker, an addiction that lasted for the greater part of my 20s. And I display a similar behavior concerning most of my habits: I weight my food and count my calories because I value fitness, I read extensively about skincare and I have strict beauty-regimens because I care about looking good, I have a few other narrow topics that I'm obsessed about, etc. Luckily I'm also the least impulsive kind of person, so I'm usually able to remain objective before I incorporate a new habit into my life; I've never had any dysfunctional form of OCD either (though a few of my habits could be considered a little odd by some people).

However, you can imagine how it would be if I 'turned the switch on' regarding a substance like cocaine and allowed it to enter into my life: I wouldn't be the recreational weekend user, I'd be the freak that can't get enough of it and that wouldn't give much of a fuck about the consequences. Not to mention that I also hung out with a lot of hardcore ex-addicts in my 20s (some of them actually had a few relapses) and that most drugs were readily available to me during that period. That technically could have been tempting for me, but I've always been more interested in setting a good example for these people instead of being the kind of jerk who only used them to satisfy his own addiction and encouraged them to destroy their lives furthermore. And these people also provided me quite a few sad stories to discourage me from becoming an addict myself anyway (most of them were in fact 10-20 years older than me).

I met a lot of these folks through different work environments: I spent most of my 20s alternating between studying in numerous fields at university (mostly social sciences) and then working to accumulate more money for my next 'university bout'. I've always preferred these kinds of shitty/physical jobs for many reasons: the salary was actually pretty decent (because nobody wanted to do these jobs), they maintained me in top physical condition, they were awesome to release my frustrations and to grow a few extra-pairs of balls, and these environments were crawling with people that had various addictions, psychological conditions or existential baggage (which I've always found a lot more interesting than most 'common' people). I loved this dual-lifestyle during that period, learning a lot of theoretical knowledge and then testing it on the field; or alternatively, being confronted to a lot of situations and then trying to understand the whys and hows in a classroom. Very enlightening, I don't regret any of it.

I've pretty much seen it all regarding drugs: the coke addict that acted as a friendly intermediate between a dealer and a rich consumer, and that got $150/day worth of coke offered to him by both of these; the heroin ex-addict that had to take his dose of methadone at 3pm and who had huge scar down his neck (because he overdosed); the model-like blonde who prostituted to pay for her various addictions; the spiritual oddball that tried every hallucinogen known to mankind; the black guy from Congo who saw his own brother gunned down before his eyes and that was heavily addicted to crack. That said, I was rarely around when these people were taking drugs (except for cannabis): most of them were fairly rehabilitated, I wasn't hearing from them much when they had relapses (luckily), and some of them were simply coworkers or acquaintances (ie. friends of friends) that I met a few times. Funnily enough, most of my own drug experiences actually happened with my more 'regular' friends that I met at school.

Anyway, cannabis has always been my favorite drug, I used to smoke quite a lot of it, though that was still a tiny amount compared to what some other guys I knew could smoke. You can imagine that it was fairly common in the workplaces I've been: the great majority of people smoked pot on the job, a lot of them were actually more functional when they were stoned, haha (being rather irritable/violent when they were sober). And the bosses didn't really care (a lot of them were just as fucked up as the rest of these people) and the job was getting done anyway. I've known a few guys that smoked 1/8 oz per day (3.5g or 10 substantial joints for the uninitiated). That's a budget of around $25/day, $750/month or $9,000/year for people that weren't earning more than $25,000-30,000/year; pot addiction is a very real phenomenon, trust me.

Myself, I very rarely smoked on the job and rarely had a big stash at home either (generally only 1-2g, often times none at all). Pot was pretty much all around me, even my friends from university were into it more than any other drug, so I never really felt the need to keep a huge supply just for myself. I was a rather social smoker, I could get stoned pretty much everywhere and then I'd simply enjoy the comedown at home while doing my things. For example, I had a few friends that I could visit on my way back from work/university. I could drop by at around 5:30pm, smoke a joint (or two) with them, and then be on my way at around 6:30pm and I'd be stoned or semi-stoned for the rest of the evening; I rarely felt the need to light up another joint at home all by myself (especially when I had to workout). And plenty of coworkers and fellow students also offered me to smoke with them at the end of the day (or during the day for that matter). I could get my hands on pretty decent pot for a very low price ($7.50/gram), so money wasn't an issue and we weren't really counting who was owning who: sometimes I was paying (or bringing the pot), sometimes my buddies were. When I was alone all by myself (during a lonely weekend for example), 1 gram could last me around 2 days. I preferred to roll smaller joints (around 6 joints/gram, whereas many of my friends rolled 3 joints/gram), and then smoke a small amount every now and then. I've never enjoyed being heavily stoned or being stoned all the time, for me smoking pot was much more a fun complement to my lifestyle, similar to drinking coffee. And I've never made much of a fuss about it, especially since it was so common in my life.

That said, I barely smoke anymore (since around 2-3 years). I only smoke during a few social occasions (eg. when going out, during a poker game with friends, etc.) or I buy an occasional gram (or two) for old times' sake. Of course though, I totally had to smoke with my new girlfriend, haha. I'm more stable now than I was in my 20s and pot was becoming kind of an old friend which didn't thrill me as much anymore: I've been stoned in just about every circumstance and experienced all the highs and lows, smoking pot was slowly becoming a boring burden more than an excitement. Plus, I actually stopped smoking cigarettes during the same time period and smoking weed was just tempting me to light up a cigarette; I figured it was a good time to quit smoking weed as well (or at least diminish my consumption considerably). And most of my best friends are similar too: a lot of them don't smoke much anymore and are busy with other things, so weed is a lot less accessible to me now than it was a few years ago. To top it all, I haven't called my official pusher since more than a year either: that guy was a very good friend (almost a brother) which I shared a lot of things with during the greater part of my 20s, but ironically he too was becoming an old friend that didn't thrill me as much anymore. We pretty much shared all that we had to share and our conversations were getting boring as fuck, and calling him back just to buy pot would feel way awkward. Nowadays I mostly buy pot from a few random acquaintances, when the occasion presents itself.

I don't regret my 'weed years' at all, though as someone that's quite experienced/knowledgeable about it, I'd say that it isn't a drug that's as beautiful/innocent as some people would want it to be. In fact, I'd even say that its light/common nature is exactly what can make it such a nasty drug: some people get to smoke insane amounts of it and don't heed the warning signs because it's natural, it's so common, and it's 'just weed'. I've known many guys that were heavily addicted to it and it's an addiction that can be just as sad/detrimental as any other addiction: these guys were wasting all their money into it and looked like zombies for the majority of the day (and therefore the majority of their lives). I had a few good friends that I only visited early in the afternoon (before they were heavily intoxicated), otherwise they just couldn't keep a sensible conversation with me: they were simply staring at me without any emotion when I was talking to them, while drooling with their mouths half-way open (and this is very serious).

The physical addiction isn't that strong, but it can certainly put you in that comfortable bubble of contentment where you just don't give a fuck about your personal situation; and when your personal situation is more disastrous than it is glorious, the contrast between stoned/sober can be extremely strong... and addictive. Those few studies that have been published in recent years also appear very plausible to me: affecting the development of the brain in teens and triggering psychosis in people that are at risk. And of course, nobody think it's much of a big deal because you don't see these people screaming on the streets or getting into trouble to get their next fix, as opposed to some other drug addicts (eg. heroin, crack, meth). That said, many of the guys I knew were actually ex-addicts of much heavier substances, so I guess that was still an improvement and just a way to cope in their specific cases. And the majority of my friends were more moderate in their consumption of pot (or at least more tolerant to it), and it was simply a fun supplement to their lives... similar to how alcohol can be pure fun for some people, but a living hell for others.

I even had a few frightening episodes with pot myself. One time I was working at night (12am-7am) and I was giving a lift to 3 other coworkers around my age... which all happened to be major pot users. These guys were so thrilled that I was giving them a lift that they were bringing huge bags of weed to smoke every morning in my car after our shift. They were rolling enormous joints while I was driving (almost 1g per joint), then I'd stop in a random parking lot and we'd smoke it all; that was literally the biggest pot-fest I ever witnessed in my entire life, and it went on every goddamn morning for nearly 4 months. I wasn't smoking prior/during the job, but I was still stoned for the greater part of my free time during that period. Pot also has that effect on me where I often get lost into my own thoughts when I'm alone (which can be enjoyable in moderation), and I also broke up with a girlfriend just a short while prior, so I had a lot to think about and I just constantly kept thinking during the day before falling asleep and repeating the same routine again and again. And I was working at night in a shitty environment, which drained a lot of my energy (especially since I was already rather depressed due to my breakup).

One day at home (while still thinking), I had some kind of epiphany where I thought that I had discovered the secret of the universe; I took a few pieces of paper and started scribbling all sorts of crazy thoughts, similar to those schizophrenics that you see writing on the walls of their cells in movies. The core of it was in fact rather brilliant (ie. the duality of the universe, a central part of Nietzsche's philosophy which I read about a few years later), but a great deal of it was just utter psychotic nonsense. I was hyped about it for a few hours, then I thought to myself: "Nope, I'm really not feeling all that well.". And I even had trouble making simple mental calculations (something I'm usually outstanding at) or reading what time it was on my clock. I called at my job the same day, told them that I was in a burnout, and asked them to transfer me to another shift; of course they argued about it, but I promised them that I'd bring them a paper from the doctor (which I did). I took some time off, indulged in healthier activities (eg. sleeping well, going outside, fitness), quit smoking pot altogether (for a short while), and then one month later my employer offered me a job on the evening shift (4pm-12pm). That was by far the most frightening psychological incident of my life, I really thought that I was losing it for a while. To this day, I still have all those scribbles that I wrote down that day, and I look at them whenever I feel like reminding myself that weed can be one hell of a nasty drug. I had a few other weird moments under the influence of pot, but nothing overly panicking and no episodes of paranoia either (aside from feeling that everyone was looking at me when I was stoned in public).

With other drugs, I experimented a bit for the sake of experimentation just to figure out what they were about; I wasn't planning to fill some kind of gap in my life and some of my friends could provide me quite decent/reliable drugs, so I was safe that way. I tried amphetamines (ie. speed) a few times in different environments, which I kinda enjoyed. A few guys that I worked with during physical jobs relied on them to get through the day; I usually relied on caffeine myself (a big thermos per day), but I popped a pill or dropped a bomb a few times when I was feeling very tired. Some of these situations turned out to be way hilarious because I'm already quite hyper when I'm performing physical jobs... I truly was on fire, haha. Same thing in nightclubs: I've always relied on caffeine to keep me alert (drinking a large cup before heading out and then usually another one while changing venues or having a snack across the street), but I took amphetamines in moderation a few times when they were available. And I also snorted some at friends' places, just for the fun of it. As another poster mentioned previously however, they're pretty much like a poor man's cocaine and can be quite addictive: you get the same kind of physical/intellectual energy, only it doesn't provoke a rush that's as strong as cocaine and lasts much longer. And mind you, I love that raise in my dopamine levels, so I only took amphetamines during a few rare social occasions because I truly felt that I could become addicted to them (especially since they're so cheap). Caffeine/nicotine have always been my stimulants of choice and they've always been good enough for me, plus you're never sure of what you're getting with those chemicals and they aren't always all that reliable or safe. Amphetamines weren't all that popular among my usual friends anyway and I didn't have access to them all that often; I took small amounts maybe 10 times in total in my entire life, that was experimenting more than anything.

I also tried cocaine on a few occasions, though I barely felt any effect at times. A few of my ex-addict friends got their hands on some at times (from random/suspicious sources) and insisted that I try it with them, which I did with some reluctance. We only had about 1/2 gram to share between the both of us (sometimes less) and it was gone after 5 minutes (either snorted or smoked with tobacco); that's $50 gone in under 5 minutes which barely provided any effect, maybe stimulating like a coffee or a Red Bull at most. My friend then acknowledged that there was barely any cocaine in there, maybe a few, but nothing to really feel the effect. And I turned the situation to my advantage to remind him how shitty that drug-culture really was: "That's $50 who just disappeared man!". I'm sure a lot of younger folks who get sold coke only get a mix of amphetamines/novocain: amphetamines to simulate the stimulating effect, novocain to simulate the numbing effect, with only a minimal amount of cocaine just to feel that slight rush. You really need to have a trusted source to get quality coke, and even then it's likely to be cut substantially.

I also had a few legit cocaine trips with some of my more moderate friends (those that weren't addicted to it); one of these guys had access to quality coke, so I jumped on the opportunity to really experience its effects without setting a bad example for an ex-addict. I did a few lines with an interval of around 30 minutes. Results: exactly as I expected, way too fucking awesome and addictive for me. I absolutely loved that rush where I felt like a god, but then I also realized how so fucking addictive it really was; I really don't understand people who can only do that drug moderately/occasionally. I only did 2 legit trips like that (years apart), and that was majorly playing with fire for me. The comedown wasn't all that bad either (we smoked a bit of pot afterward), aside from the fact that was craving for more. The majority of the regular friends that I used to go out with really weren't that hyped about cocaine however, maybe only 1/5 of them took it occasionally when going out; and they knew how I felt toward it, so they rarely consumed it in front of me and it was easy for me to just ignore it.

I had various levels of success with ecstasy, though even the best experiences made me realize that it wasn't really my type of drug and it's never been very popular among my closest friends anyway. The first time I tried it I was 18 was in an average nightclub (not overly focused in EDM or dancing, it was more a bar/club type of venue with a few quieter areas). One of my friends offered some to me, and the rest of my friends (who were older than me and who already experimented with ecstasy) kinda went: "You guys are gonna do some X? Well have fun, we're just gonna have some drinks ourselves.". Then I popped a pill and my friend tried to 'sell' the effects to me: "Come on the dance floor, doesn't that feel great!? Ah man, touching my hair feels so orgasmic, you should try it yourself! Dude I like you so much, I love everyone when I'm on ecstasy!". Then I played along to fully test the effects, pretty much like a first-time pot-smoker gets overly excited and will laugh at just about anything. Part of it was fun (like any new experience), but it didn't feel all that great to me either. At some point I looked at my other friends who didn't drop ecstasy and I kinda envied them: I just wished that the effects would wear off to get back to my usual self. And I also felt a bit dumb and mildly paranoid, it wasn't the kind of scene where everybody was on ecstasy so me and my friend definitely stood out (especially since he encouraged me to exaggerate the effects so much). I also felt a few uncomfortable side-effects (feeling nauseous mostly) and I didn't feel in the best possible condition to interact with girls either. And the comedown felt awful afterward.

I tested it a few other times during the same time period (my early clubbing years), and the experience was rather similar. I kept thinking: "Yeah, that drug might be fun in a rave/afterhour environment where everybody is on the same drug, but I can't really let myself go and fully enjoy the effects in a regular nightclub.". I've never been much of a heavy partier/dancer who likes to completely exhaust himself anyway, I just like to hang out with some friends, meet a few girls, and dance sporadically just to be in a good vibe and to stimulate myself a little, so I wasn't exactly looking for some kind of 'booster' to get me through the night anyway. And I didn't really like this happy-trippy feeling where everyone/everything was so wonderful either, I like to maintain that edge in my personality where I can just tell people to piss off if need be; not that it happens all that often in nightclubs, but ecstasy always felt a bit 'depersonalizing' for me that way. I actually argued about this a few times with people: some say that ecstasy is very pure and wholesome, while a few others argue that it feels fake. It definitely feels fake for me personally, I feel my personality changing and I know that I'm behaving in a way that I normally wouldn't with some people. People who already have a happy-trippy personality might only feel like an uplifted version of themselves, but for a rather serious/cerebral guy like me it always felt rather weird/fake. I much prefer weed to get that overall feeling of 'communion' with other people and to engage in personal discussions, the effect on your neurotransmitters is a lot more indirect and it feels much more genuine to me.

I also tried it with a few girls (because they were taking ecstasy themselves and told me that the sex would be awesome), but I just couldn't get a hard-on; partly because of the physiological side-effects, but also partly because I was way too districted by the overall effects of the drug. Ecstasy actually has a reputation for making sex more sensual/affective than purely sexual. Then I had to indulge in that kind of sensual/affective sex with these girls (touching/caressing each other and licking their pussies), which felt rather odd considering that I simply wanted to fuck them good and then be on my way; I didn't exactly feel like being sensual/affective with those particular girls, especially since I barely knew them. Again, those experiences felt rather fake, I knew that I normally wouldn't have been all that affectionate with those girls.

I barely touched ecstasy in the next five years, then I met my second girlfriend who had that artistic/crazy vibe and who occasionally enjoyed dropping ecstasy with some of her friends; not all that often though, maybe once every 2-3 months while dancing the night away and completely draining herself in afterhour clubs. And weed was still her regular drug of choice (like me). I thought: "Here's finally my chance to fully appreciate the effects of ecstasy.". I had never been to a proper rave/afterhour before, regular clubs close at 3am here in my city which has always been plenty enough for me to have a fun time, and my friends weren't really into that scene either. We planned our evening (we slept during most of the afternoon prior) and went to that afterhour club with her friends.

Those were the times where I enjoyed ecstasy the most: almost everybody there was on ecstasy so I could just let myself go completely and be as crazy as I wanted to, I had nothing to prove to anybody (I already was with my girlfriend), I was with someone which I already felt affectionate with (ie. my girlfriend) so those overly 'affectionate feelings' felt quite a bit more natural. The comedown was awful though, I felt drained/depressed for a whole week afterward. I really don't do well with those drugs that affect my serotonin levels I must say (the main mood neurotransmitter), my doctor even prescribed me different SSRIs through the years when I was feeling a little down and they always gave me nasty side-effects (mainly making me feel restless/nauseous). Having my serotonin levels depleted really made me feel awful, especially since I was working in rather exhausting/depressing environments and really had to be at my best to maintain a positive attitude. I stayed with that girlfriend a bit more than 2 years and I reproduced the same experience maybe 3-4 times. I didn't go out with her every time she went to those afterhours however, I just let her have fun with her girlfriends a few times; she knew I wasn't reacting all that well to ecstasy and she was perfectly tolerant of it. And as I mentioned previously, it was still something rather occasional even for her anyway. That's the thing with ecstasy I guess, as I discussed with a few other people over the years: it's not as versatile as some other drugs (ie. weed), you kinda have to plan ahead before using it. You almost need 2 free days on your calendar if you really intend to appreciate the effects fully.

I also tried ecstasy during sex with the same girlfriend a few times. It was much better than with those previous random hookups, but still not better than sober sex for me (or weed sex, which is fantastic too). It was easier for me to get a hard-on these times. Basically, we started having sex before the effects of ecstasy fully took effect and I already had a hard-on; I figured that when I already had a hard-on, it was easier to maintain it than trying to get one when I was already high. Having said that, I had a hard time cumming and lost my erection a few times; nothing too disappointing however, we just switched to something else (eg. oral sex, caressing) until I could get hard again. It was fun to indulge into that kind of sensual sex where every sensation was amplified, but I felt quite a bit at the mercy of the drug concerning hard-ons, which was rather frustrating. And fucking for so long was getting a bit pointless, I almost had to wait for the comedown to finally shoot my load.

I experimented with acid (LSD) and mushrooms a few times too; 2 times with LSD and around 3-4 times with mushrooms. As with some other drugs, that was mostly to figure out what the fuss was about. Hallucinogens aren't quite my type of drugs, though I had fun with mushrooms a few times; I once tripped with about 8 other people around a campfire, that was a fun experience. I reacted fairly well to them, though it's really not an experience that I seek or intend to reproduce over and over again. I had a friend heavily into hallucinogens who took a blotter of LSD once... and it ended up being PCP. He had a major paranoid experience and told me that he never really felt the same ever since. As with any other drug, you need to have a reliable source, otherwise you might end up swallowing something that can fuck you up big time.

Well, those are my overall experiences with drugs. I doubt that anybody will read this long post entirely, but it just feels good to let those things out all at once, haha.

It's funny that my drug experiences almost sound like a comprehensive biography. I'm not quite sure what this tells about me. confused1

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1 Apr 2015

Not really my style, but Victorian houses are definitely the most original and fun to look at. I love all the detailing and 'classic eccentricity' in these:

1 Apr 2015

I don't really like modern houses either. No matter the design, they just look like a bunch of cubes to me (which ironically makes them appear rather bland):

There's a house similar to this in my neighborhood. It looks like a warehouse more than anything:

1 Apr 2015

As much as I like to include modern elements in my decor to add a nice touch of creativity, I tend to find overly modern atmospheres a bit cold and impractical; I definitely need to also include a few colorful/traditional elements to provide some form of coziness.

I don't really like these rooms. Too cold for me and a lot of them are totally impractical to watch the TV (ie. there's not even a proper sofa in front of the TV):

This is somehow pleasant to look at, but I just couldn't see myself living there:

I'm not quite sure what's the point of having a sofa there, instead of a table. Maybe it's meant for a millionaire weirdo who likes to observe his sink all day long:

1 Apr 2015

I don't think I'd ever live in a place that dark, but there's definitely something that I find compelling in that kind of dark/serious atmosphere:

That's certainly the introverted/intellectual side of me speaking, I really need those solitary moments where I just lose myself in my own secluded bubble. As I said I wouldn't exactly live in a place that dark, but I definitely enjoy including dark/serious elements in my own decor (as seen in the pictures I previously posted). That's particularly the case with living rooms, where I spend the most of my time in my intellectual/artistic interests: I love being in my little concealed Batcave for that, haha.

I know a lot of people are the exact opposite and would turn crazy in such a dark environment, but I'm in the reverse situation: I find these atmospheres very soothing/revitalizing, whereas overly light/pleasant rooms tend to drain my energy after a while. If I need light and open spaces, I'd rather just go outside instead.

This is the exact opposite of what satisfies me; I really wouldn't do well (mentally or otherwise) in that kind of atmosphere. This is way too light/conservative for me:

1 Apr 2015

Quote by Saintz

My music workbench

Quote by mrd82
do i see some rolling stones stuff going on there?

I actually noticed the Pink Floyd artwork myself, before anything else:

That said, if I had a lot of money I'd be way more inclined to invest in a 'musical room' than in a home theater. My favorite movies don't usually contain all that many SFX, so I'm already plenty satisfied with a regular system/screen; my father even has a 3D system with a 60" screen and I find it a little over-the-top (those 3D glasses really get annoying after a while).

I actually have a friend who had a sound system worth $50,000 (yes, you read that right). No bullshit, even the cables he used to plug his amps were gold-plated and worth $700 a pair. He was earning $60,000/year, didn't own a car and lived in a small 3-1/2 apartment with no wife/kids, so he had a lot of money to invest on that; music was pretty much his entire life. Sadly he eventually sold it all for 1/4 of the price ($13,000) to snort a shitload amount of cocaine. True story.

I totally imagine myself listening to my favorite music in that room, while having a drink and smoking my electronic cigars:

1 Apr 2015

I've bought a few to girls over the years (girlfriends, fuckbuddies or otherwise), but mostly those smaller inexpensive vibrators to use during cunnilingus:

Otherwise, the girls I knew were often already equipped with a main vibrator and a few others toys. Expensive vibrators can be a nice gift to make in theory, but realistically speaking it can be hard for a guy to know which type his girlfriend/wife would really prefer; there are so many varieties to choose from, it's likely that her own choice would have been different/better than what you bought her randomly yourself. I'd at least advise testing the waters before investing a lot of money in a definitive purchase.

31 Mar 2015

I've always loved these collages of photographs to cover your walls; I actually have a few myself in my own apartment (mostly photographs of historical/inspiring people). They add this nice intellectual/artistic/cosmopolitan vibe to your atmosphere with a very low budget; you just need to buy a few frames and then you can print your own photographs from the internet (that's what I do myself, I even like to swap my photographs every now and then).

They can change a conservative/boring atmosphere to a modern/sophisticated one with very little efforts:

By opposition, I strongly dislike those random frames. Very bland and uninspired:

See how much funner this decor looks like with a few edgy photographs, haha. This is serious though, it totally changes it for the better:

31 Mar 2015

Here's something fun I just made: a nice guide for guys who'd like to move with their girlfriends, haha. Hopefully your girlfriend will be tolerant to those changes and won't force you to sleep on the sofa.

First, you have a rather feminine bedroom with a lot of light/soft elements:

Add a few darker elements, edgy photographs... and voila! You now have a nice unisex bedroom:

31 Mar 2015

These living rooms are a bit more common, but their colors/atmospheres are still rather inspiring to give you a few nice ideas for your own decor. Anyone could essentially replicate something quite similar; the art of making a lot with very little resources. As an added bonus, these atmospheres are a bit more unisex than the ones I previously showed.

I could see myself living in most of these, though I'd likely make a few minor changes here and there:

I kinda like the idea behind that one. The overall atmosphere is rather somber/masculine, but then the colorful carpet adds a nice touch of joy/creativity. I'd get rid of the golden trinkets on the coffee table however:

31 Mar 2015

Haha Buz, you definitely seem to like those log houses. I actually had a friend living outside my city who used to build those, though he was working on projects that were a bit less ambitious (only 3-4 guys in this company). These guys were really specialized in assembling logs, the contractors had to hire another company if they wanted to build those larger log/brick hybrids.

Those houses are rather popular here in the countryside (definitely not in my city though); these guys even received quite a few contracts from the government to build small lodges on campsites or in hunting/fishing/hiking centers.

Most of their contracts were smaller cabins similar to this:

He once invited me on a bigger construction site that looked more like this however:

30 Mar 2015

Quote by BethanyFrasier
You evidently haven't worked in customer service. Or haven't worked in it long enough.

This exactly, although some customers can actually make you smile in how stupid they can be. Like when I was working in a renovation center and a customer measured his main door with an elastic... yes an elastic!

He just stretched his elastic in the store to measure our demo-doors, and he kept going: "That door is exactly the right size! Oh, that one too!". Then I had to explain to him why an elastic isn't exactly the best tool to measure anything accurately, without making him feel like a complete retard (which he obviously was).

30 Mar 2015

For kitchens, I actually like something a bit more cheerful and traditional. I love red bricks, it feels very cozy:

These modern designs are great too:

30 Mar 2015

Some bedrooms I like. The first one is pretty amazing, I love how the colors of the bed match the exterior landscape. It would almost feel as if you're sleeping outside on a plain. Very soothing atmosphere:

30 Mar 2015

Oddly enough, as much as I prefer a rather conservative/traditional exterior appearance, I definitely favor modern interior designs. That's probably representative of my own self: sweet on the outside, edgy on the inside. I like these living rooms (and yes, I like black a lot):

I don't usually like overly big sofas, but I like the ambiance of that room (I love interior brick walls):

This one is likely in New York (as seen through the window):

That one is a bit more conservative, but still very harmonious:

30 Mar 2015

I really couldn't see myself living in an enormous manor that just screams 'I've got money!'. Why would one need so much space anyway? That'd just feel very empty:

30 Mar 2015

So, I thought reviving this awesome thread...

As I said in a previous post, I like cozy red brick houses. This is pretty much my dream house: it seems to be the perfect size and I like how the garage is adjacent to the main house. I don't really like when too much emphasis is given to the garage doors:

Some other ones I like:

This one is smaller, but still probably comfortable enough. I like the sweet ornament around the main door; probably the romantic in me speaking. Embarassed

Embarassed

30 Mar 2015

Telling me what to do. And I don't mean informing me about what she likes or doesn't like, but plainly commanding every of my move and making me feel like some kind of idiotic sexual-servant. Also exaggerating every of her reactions. Major turn-off.

And the complete opposite also holds true: not knowing what she wants and being barely responsive to what I'm performing, or not letting herself go in general.

These are pretty much my only major complaints during sex: being too much or too little assertive. And yes, I've encountered both types.

And of course, bad hygiene is also a big turn-off. Aside from that, I'm usually rather tolerant. Even still, it doesn't mean that we'll both be 100% sexually compatible, but then I won't consider it to be a proper fault on either of our parts.

30 Mar 2015

Quote by Allar
I've never been into plain handjobs. No matter how skilfully a girl can do it, I can always do it better myself. Using her hand to complement a blowjob on the other hand can feel amazing when done properly.

Quote by ralphbranca
Lube please. Not necessarily at the beginning but fairly early in the proceedings. Soft caresses are wonderful. Gentle work with her fingernails is very hot. Alternating soft caresses and firm, hard tugs. Ahe can squeeze my tip, I enjoy that. Dirty, teasing talk is wonderful too. And if practice doesn't always lead to perfect I do think practice can help a partner discover, no matter what the man says, what he truly wants. It's terrific when a woman enjoys getting me off that way.

My own position toward handjobs varies between those two quotes.

As Allar mentioned, there's rarely any point for a girl to stimulate my cock solely with her hand when she could also alternate with her mouth. And when I'm not in a proper relationship and only see the same girl every once in a while, chances are that I'll want something quite a bit more inspired and energetic (which essentially means fucking her the good old way).

Handjobs can still be fun for the sake of variety when I'm in a committed relationship however, particularly when combined with a sensual oil massage; they're also nice during wax-play (especially when I'm tied up to a chair). Then I prefer ralphbranca's approach: a lot of lube/oil, soft/gentle caresses combined with harder tugs, dirty/teasing talk, etc.

30 Mar 2015

Saturday night just got easier...

30 Mar 2015

Quote by BiMale73
But if it's not your graph, then how do you know whether C was avarage-looking, or even that it was a woman?

Oh god... probably because it represents fictive sexual partners (women in my case), and that C is right in the middle of the 'attractiveness' axis.

Look, trying to play the smart-ass doesn't always make you appear all that smart. You can disagree with my initial perspective, you can even express your opposition openly, just don't expect me to fall for some pointless semantic debate that doesn't lead anywhere simply to make me feel bad about what I expressed. I depicted my own personal experience here, and I still fully stand by it. And I'm perfectly tolerant if others have a different perspective on the matter.

If you still have difficulties understanding the practical details of my initial post, you'll have to figure them out by yourself I'm afraid. And if you want to disagree with my perspective, at least show enough balls to participate in a constructive debate rather than force me to argue about some logical rubbish.

30 Mar 2015

My girlfriend's hot boyfriend is technically... me. Eh?

Eh?

30 Mar 2015

Quote by BiMale73
So according to your graph you normally don't intend to get the most sexual pleasure as you seem to have more less-than-avarage-looking partners than otherwise.

You did get that this graph doesn't actually represent my own sexual experiences and was simply added to represent a moderate positive correlation, right?

30 Mar 2015

More kissing, more passion, more slim cuties similar to Capri Anderson or Little Caprice... and a whole fucking lot more of cum-play.

30 Mar 2015

Black Russian.

30 Mar 2015

1- I'd buy a cozy brick house similar to this (nothing overly big), and I'd build a home studio in the basement:

2- I'd buy these two cars (Camaro Z28 1969, Volvo V40 T5):

3- I'd travel across America with my Camaro, then I'd travel to Europe for a while; maybe 1-2 years in total for all my travels.

4- I'd get back home and I'd do the exact same job as I'm doing right now, though I'd probably work a bit less (maybe 4 days/week). I love my job and I love doing a favor to society; I strongly dislike this 'I'm rich and I'm above everything, no need to provide anything to anyone' mentality. I'm talented in what I do, and I'd want to offer my skills as much as I can; plus doing nothing of my life would be boring as hell.

5- I'd invest here and there and maybe make a bit of money that way, but I'd give most of it to charitable causes.

6- I'd have fun with my girlfriend, my house, my cars and my home studio, and hopefully I'd release a record at some point.

29 Mar 2015