Here’s a sure sign that tells me I’m way too used to being filmed lately. Yesterday I was out and about knocking off my ‘to do’ list of errands right from the get-go I kept running into these “are you fucking kidding me?” moments. You know, those moments where some dude says something , or you see something outrageous right before your eyes and you whisper those exact words. Usually just one such incident is enough to set us off right? Well I had three in succession. Only … I broke the 4th wall on each one by glancing away at an invisible camera as if I was being filmed , just like Ferris does in Ferris Bueller’s Day Off …
I have this GREAT idea for how to further humiliate my Tinder dates … as this is what’s keeping me amused this year while I wait patiently for sessions to return to their previous volume. Only one problem … this idea of mine is a great one to romanticize about doing , but has failed spectacularly in person so far … and not once but twice. In fact all I’ve done trying to implement this idea at the very start of the last two dinner dates was to lose my free 5 star dinner. Yet , I persist. For come the day that I actually pull this off , it’s going to be worth all the collective failures that …
SPH , or small penis humiliation isn’t what this is about, its just the name of one of many dudes I’ve chastised lately … for I’ve been humiliating the riff raff of men left in the city pretty much every day since December. However, let’s be clear – I’m humiliating and rinsing these men for financial reasons – and solely that , as a calculated way to get through this pandemic unscathed. Like it or not, we all have to eat – every single day, and even trying desperately to control food costs to something reasonable like 500 baht or $15 euros a day still comes to 15,000 a month that comes out of my pocket. My original prediction – …
“I’m not a schemer. I try to show the schemers how pathetic their attempts to control things really are.” Heath Leger , The Joker in The Dark Knight I’m trying , not metaphorically but physically , get to the line where he says “look what I did to this city with a few drums of gas and a couple of bullets.” Only for me, my bullets are my videos, 400 of them to be exact … and growing by 5 every three days. I reckon the drums of gas are all the other websites I’m proliferating my video collection to rather than stupidly betting on the OnlyFans horse. In betting terms, I’m placing free bets on each horse in …
I feel like I’m married to someone I can’t stand , that’s barely tolerable, yet “for the sake of the kids” (you guys) we remain in the relationship. Which is good because I always have a hard time writing blog stories about something fictional and with the dearth of sessions this year I’ve had a hard time coming up with stuff you’d guys find interesting to read. Now that I have something I’m passionate to write about , namely censorship , I’m excited to actually get pen to paper and let my thoughts out. Let’s be clear about something. I’m only doing only-thought police-fans because I have to , not because I want to. It’s a forced marriage. …
