RTOTD #722.2

Day 722.2

We all know that I have a thing for bimbos. This isn't news in any way, shape, or form. We all know that I have a thing for slutty-looking women. Strippers. Porn stars. We also all know that I have a thing for girls with body modifications from the simple to the surgical. Metal, ink, or implant, I dig it. We even know that I have a particular LOOK that I like and a particular body type as well. On the shorter end (below 5'5" preferably) with a body that could be aptly summarized as "tits on a stick".

These are probably my biggest kinks. Even though I love impact and am a sadistic fuck, my biggest kinks are the ones mentioned above. I haven't yet had the time to really sit down and put into words what it is about it. There's an inherent D/s dynamic to a guy and his bimbo. There could even be a degree of M/s to it with the right couples just by the nature of personality types.

As a result of these kinks, from time to time I post in some of the bimbo groups here. The thing is, there's a good reason why I rarely post in them at all. It's generally populated by people here for the fantasy and a fap. When you see the "I'm looking to become a bimbo" posts, it's often times a MtF trans person. And while that's cool for them, I just don't care. So I just don't bother reading them.

Even the cases where it's a natural female looking to "transition" from "woman" to "bimbo", it's just the same regurgitated crap. I mean, does anyone really need that much help to become a vacuous, appearance-obsessed, cock toy that is a caricature of a female out of an adolescent fantasy and exaggerated porn? It's not that hard. Stop thinking about shit, do a google image search for bimbo, and start copying what you like the most. Apply to your own body and clothing. There's really only 2 (or maybe 3) questions that require serious debate and they are:

Tattoos or not? They're generally permanent. You can't really come back afterwards. Even the modern tattoo removal is imprecise and imperfect. So that's one that you really need to think about.

Fake or real tits? If you opt for the fake option, there's the 2nd question there of "how big?" because it can have a severe impact on your life and career options if you go too big. It's also a very expensive and long-term commitment. You gotta know that you really WANT this.

Piercings or not? Not as much of a serious question because if you change your mind, with a handful of exceptions, you just take them out, let them heal, and you're golden. Only reason it's on here is because it can also affect your career options with some piercings.

Those are the only 3 things you really have to consider. Everything else is window dressings. Granted, those window dressings are important, but they're something that are pretty easily changed if you want them to. Oh, fake nails? Cut them. Went too blonde? Dye it back for $8 out of a box from Walgreens. Clothing too slutty? Wear something else. It's not that hard. Don't like feeling too stupid? Read a book or 97 and rebuild your intelligence.

All those other changes that are made besides the 3 above don't have to be long-term commitments or impact your career if you don't want them to.

So I'm kinda tired of seeing all of these "help me! Mentor me! Make me into your perfect bimbo! Blah Blah Blah" bullshit threads. I wish there would be actually a discussion about some of the logistical things about that. How did it impact your significant other? Their career? What did your family say? How do you deal with the cold in the winter? How do you still wear 7" heels in the snow? What kind of hurdles did you experience in the process of actually becoming a bimbo?

Everything else is fantasy and fap.

On an entirely unrelated note, I think I need to find a girl that really wants to make that transition into a bimbo or is in the process of doing so. We got anyone local that wants to voluneteer and not just discuss?

Yes, I just solicited a bimbo project from a local(ish?) girl on a blog post. I am that shameless.

RTOTD #722.1

Day 722.1

So... I want to admit something to you all. I think it's something that not a lot of people would admit but it's true.

I'm kinda shallow.

I don't mean in who I'm willing to speak to or anything like that. Friends are one thing, but I'm quite shallow and a little bit of a dick when it comes to picking people I'll play with or sleep with anymore. I'm even more shallow and picky about who I'll date.

I readily admit that before I even bother being flirty with someone, I look at their pictures. I And I look at their fetish list. Only then, if I see enough that I'm really interested in, will I even bother to glance at their profile. Even then, I'll look and think "too long, not reading all that" and begin glancing through for the keywords. Things like "only looking for girls" or "already in a relationship" or "institutionalized", "feminist", or "vegan" and I'll then ignore the rest and move the fuck on.

So yes... to me... you're just a series of pictures and a fetish list until you make yourself more interesting to me. And if you've got only like 3 pictures of you doing duck-face in a mirror from a 45 degree downward angle mixed with another 150 pictures of cat memes and retarded shit that is funny to like 17 people on 4chan in 2004, I'm also never going to bother. Sorry. That's it. If you're not hot and don't have enough kinks that I really would be interested in, I'm not even wasting my time at this point. It's not worth the effort.

Do you know why?

Common interests and sexual attraction are the 2 biggest things that I'm unwilling to "wait and see" about when I am considering approaching new people. I won't skimp on them. If I don't want to fuck you when you never speak, I've got zero interest in crossing my fingers and hoping that you say the right things so that I do want to fuck you by being attracted to your personality or brain. Not interested.

I mean, if you're going to rely on personality to get me interested in you? Don't waste your time. Sorry kids, your personality is the difference between me being interested in dating you and not just fucking you. But it won't get me interested when I don't want to just fuck you. I'm visual first.

I know this seems harsh. A lot of girls have amazing personalities. I have made some of my best female friends out of girls that I absolutely love as human beings because of their personalities, but are not potential dating partners simply because I either have zero common kinks or I just don't have any desire to fuck them. That shouldn't be an indictment of anything more than my own shallowness. They're amazing people and they'll make someone a wonderful life partner. Just not me. And I assume they're OK with that and not just waiting for me or someone else to "notice how amazing they are and how much they've been missing out on the perfect woman" because of how amazing of a person they are.

The same way that guys don't want to get "friend zone'd", neither should you girls want to be.

But back on the real topic here... I'm perfectly willing to admit that if I don't see something in a girl's pictures or kinks that really catches my eye,  no girl is going to overcome that no matter how sparkling their personality is. Maybe everyone else is lying, or maybe I'm just a pig, but girls that I don't know here are nothing but a series of pictures and a fetish list until I decide if I even care enough to read their profile.

It's just my process. See a name. That name might give me an insight into their personality a little bit to give me a clue what they're like. Like the name, check out the pictures. Cute pictures. A few are quite hot. Pretty face or even ok face... smoking hot body? Game on. Move to the fetish list... oh, look. No mention of any of my favorite fetishes? Glance the text for "limits" somewhere and look, a few of my favorites are there.

Moving on to the next one.

I like the name. I like the pics. Hot body. Look, we share some fetishes. Awesome. Oh, she's kind of cunty in her profile. Next. Not wasting my time.

Oh.. Cute name. Oh... she's not even moderately attractive. Next.

Oh, I like the name, the pictures, we share a bunch of kinks and she actually has a really cool profile. I'll even read back through for any obvious issues with me contacting her... "send a message before friend requesting"... "well, considering I never friend request anyone, that's not that damn hard. Done and done"

That's my process. That's my process just to even bother initiating a conversation and try to fuck her. Don't even get into dating. That's a whole other bag of worms. Now, might I be cutting myself off from a "great experience" with a girl that has an "amazing personality even if we don't have an instant physical attraction"? Sure. But unless someone devised a method for me to insert my penis into a personality , or it can suck on said penis... I don't really care. Because I can put my penis into a girl that gets it hard without talking.

Because in a lot of cases, the minute they open their mouths, the less I want to fuck them.

As I once said to some girl that was talking to me about a blowjob.

Me: "Blowjobs are great. But they're only the 2nd best thing a girl can do with her mouth."

Her: "What's the first?"

Me: "Shut the fuck up"

Random Thought Of The Day #722

Day 722

I really need to clear out my phonebook and IM friends list.

I looked through there the other day because, for some reason, when I updated my all-in-one IM app on my phone, all of the screen names got disassociated with their phone book entry. In the process of trying to re-orient them all, I found myself asking myself a number of questions.

Me: "Who the fuck is this?"

Me: "I don't know. Why not just delete them?"

Me: "Because I haven't looked at an IM friends list that wasn't synched to my phonebook that showed their phone book entry name instead of their IM name in like... 3 years"

Me: "Oh. That would make sense."

So after a while though, I did start noticing people that I haven't talked to in years. People that I haven't even seen or thought about in  years. Girls I fucked years ago and stopped talking to when I got bored with their vaginas. Or the occasional girl whose vagina was locked up tighter than a nun in the Vatican and I never had the opportunity to expore it and then get bored with it. But also a lot of guys who I was friends with a decade ago and really have no interest in talking to anymore. People that have drifted and I just don't care about.

So I think I'm going to start cleaning out my contacts list. Not here or anything. I just mean my phonebook. Because do I really need the phone number for some girl that I nailed 8 years ago and never talked to her again.

I did notice that I still had "Cute Brunette From The Other Night" in my phone. If you remember that story where I couldn't remember if it was the doctor I met or a stripper, then you'll find this amusing. And for the record, I did delete that one this morning when I noticed that it was STILL there. Shows you how often I look through my phonebook and go "wait, who the fuck is this?"

RTOTD #721.1

Day 721.1

So the rules for our Debate Drinking Game last night kind of turned into the following:

Drink for every anecdote.
Drink for every mention of freedom, liberty, or the United States.
Drink anytime anyone says anything that should set off the bullshit detector of anyone with more than 2 firing neurons.

Needless to say, by a half hour in, I was already down a 1/4 of a bottle of Jameson.

While actually listening to the answers, it became clear that rule 3 was to be the most drank rule. And eventually became a Drink anytime the President talks (because he sounded like a bumbling idiot) and drink for 4 out of every 5 things Mitt says. Because he's a robot and robots know math, we didn't have to drink for that section when he spoke.

I got nice & fucking hammered in about 45 minutes. Thanks Candidates. I needed an excuse for Wednesday drinking.

Random Thought Of The Day #721

Day 721

What. The Fuck. I have no idea what the fuck happened yesterday. I don't want to know. I don't want to know what it was about and I don't really give a fuck. In fact, I so do not care what the details are that I will sit with my fingers in my ears and go "LALALALALALALALA ICANTHEARYOUR LALALALALA" over and fucking over if you try to start telling me. I don't care about whatever inter-personal squabbles that people have or what brought it into the little shitstorm it was. I've started to tune out most of the nonsense that you people prattle on about because most of the time, it bores the life out of me.

But here's what I do know:

It had nothing to do with me... for once. Mark this on your calendar. A shitstorm happened that had absolutely NOTHING to do with me. They're rare. I know that. Maybe I need to kick one up... you know... for fun. Cause why the fuck not. Well, that plus I know how to do it bigger and on a larger stage. If you're going to be a shitshow, be as big and loud and destructive of a shitshow as possible. Reach for the motherfucking stars.

People really need to stop letting the Facebook Effect rule their lives. Guess what... shit happens between people. That is inevitable. You can't change it. Shit will always happen between people at some point or another. Do you know what is not inevitable? Making it into a public spectacle. So cut it the fuck out. You got issues with someone? Either ignore them or deal with them or beat the holy fuck out of one another in a razor wire Japanese Death Match...  or just do what we did when we were 14 again and grumble quietly while talking shit behind their back. Cause you know what? All of those are preferable to whatever the fuck it is we're doing now. Keep your personal shit personal and unless it NEEDS to be a loud public thing, don't make it one. The internet is a place to find porn, bitch about movies, steal art of all types, and pretend to be not as fat as you are in order to get a date. Just becuase the normal stick in your ass was somehow replaced by a 2x4 does not make it the place to throw a scream and rant and throw a tantrum and generally air every bit of dirty laundry ... errrr... wait... fuck. That's pretty much exactly what I do... but at least I'm funny when I do it. You people are just fucking depressing with your "oh, this person did this thing" and your "Well that person did that thing" and their "my mom died and I lost my job and I'm going blind and now I'm sad" type of self-imporant bullshit.Blah Blah Blah. Nobody cares about your fucking problems, buddy.

At least my self-important bullshit IS important becuase I'm better and more imporant than you. So pay attention to me. Now. I command it.

Finally... I blame myself. I know I just got done saying that it had nothing to do with me, and while that's true, it is also not true. Do you know why?

*No, Daddy, we don't know why, tell us!* 

Well I'll tell you the fuck why. Because Daddy hasn't been reminding you motherfuckers who's in charge around here. Because Daddy hasn't been reminding you motherfuckers how you're supposed to behave. AND BECAUSE DADDY HASN'T BEEN REMINDING  YOU MOTHERFUCKERS THAT I'M WATCHING AND YOU'RE PISSING ME OFF.

So fucking behave children. Daddy is becoming very very not happy.

And Daddy. Is. Watching.




oh... and while I've got your attention. Remember that we're doing the Avengers-Athon Saturday starting between 10 and 11 am. Depending on what time people start showing up in a large enough volume (or when I get antsy and want to start watching movies)

That was an awesome segue, right? I totally pulled those 2 topics into 1 coherent post, right?

And since I've sufficiently screamed this morning... here's something to brighten up your day. Or creep you the fuck out. or both, maybe. Myself? I'm a little creeped out. But whatever.

 

Words to live by. Bitches Love Tacos. Truly inspirational.

Random Thought Of The Day #720

Day 720

Do you know what I've never done but always kinda wanted to do?

Walk into the back of a restaurant, as a patron, and just start making my own food. Grab some pancake mix or a burger patty and just throw it on the grill and see if I can do as well as the cooks at the restaurant.

Though I have a feeling that might get me thrown out. Depending on what time of day or night it is though, they might actually thank me. But really... what kind of reaction do you think they would have?

It's like the Shock & Awe treatment being leveled against an Eat N Park. Yeah bitch, I'm back her cooking. What the fuck are you going to do about it? Yeah pancakes, bitch!

And now on the issue of food, I want someone to bring me some pancakes, and bacon, and eggs (sunny side up) and hash browns. NOW! Vamanos!

DRINK!

Actually, now I got a flashback to pancake wrapped bacon from the GRUE-cakes after the GRUE this year. I want pancake wrapped bacon. Who is going to make this happen?

So where the fuck is my breakfast, children? Daddy wants food. So you better hurry the fuck up and bring me some motherfucking food.

I didn't get enough sleep last night apparently.

Random Thought Of The Day #719

Day 719

Next election season, I think we need to use a new format for determining the candidates.

We need to go Survivor style. But with an axe-wielding maniac.

Someone else suggested American Gladiators style, but I think this would be better. Unless they all have to wear the American Gladiator outfits and get the huge American Gladiators style hair. Then it would be comedy gold.

I always thought that show would have been a lot better if they had to survive an axe wielding maniac while trapped on an island or in some closed nature preserve type thing. I always wanted to use the cast of Jersey Shore or The Real World as the competitors, but now that I think about it, the Presidential election season would be even more amusing.

Granted, we could still use those other competitors during the other 3 years prior to the election year, but during election year, we need to use all of the candidates as the competitors.

Here's what we do:

Each party has to find at least 6 or 7 candidates. And then we throw in a handful of Independent/3rd Party types to round out the cast. I can only image the Green Party candidate trying to make friends with the owls to help save him/her from the axe-wielding maniac. But we throw all of these people on the island, each with a backpack worth of food & weapons & tools and shit. Even the party in power has to field a team. And if the sitting President doesn't want to compete, then they are banned from running in the upcoming election.

So then they have tribes like on Survivor. But to start, it's divided by Party, with a few 3rd party types mixed in. Each week, one one of the parties has to compete and one of the members of that party is going to get picked off by the resident Maniac. Then the next week, the other Party has to compete. The competition would be a 24-hour survival mission to go get some object from the lair of the Axe-Wielding Maniac that's located on the other side of the island & there's booby-traps along the way.

Think of it like Battle Royale meets Hunger Games meets Survivor meets Presidential Politics. Oddly enough, I think they all fit the same type of genre. Except the first 2 are a little more honest than the 4th one and the 3rd one is just a bullshit all-ages version of the other 3.

And the game will be over when there's only 2 candidates left. Those are then the 2 that end up on the Ballot in November. The game can also end when there's 1 candidate left from each of the Big 2 parties and any number of 3rd party candidates and the other candidates agree to end the game. Since you're mixing the 3rd party candidates with both of the Big 2 parties, you might end up with Democrat vs Libertarian party in the primary election.  You also might end up with Republican vs The Rent Is Too Damn High party in the primary election.

I want to see that guy win. Because he's a Karate Expert.

 

 

Benifits of this method of determining candidates? We can thin out the surplus of lawyers, legislators, bullshit artists, liars, thugs, and general assholes that permeate American politics. Think about that...

 

Plus, tell me it wouldn't be funny to see these idiots doing this and getting chased around by an Axe Wielding Maniac? And I'd love to see if that prototype T-888 with an (R) next to his name is really a robot or not. I think he is. And I also wonder if the President's teleprompter will be a useful tool for him in a competition like this.

 

I'm going to have the secret service or FBI knocking on my door by this time next week, aren't I? Fuck...

 

(hint: This whole thing is a joke and while I really think all of these people are obnoxious assholes that should stop talking and leave us all alone, but I don't want any of them dead or anything stupid like that. I just think this would be funny in theory. I don't think it would be as funny in practice. Well, maybe, but I'm not a TV producer so it will never happen. Though I would piss myself if it did.)

Random Thought Of The Day #718

Day 718

It's weird to be both in a great mood and in pain at the same time. Especially for someone that isn't a masochist on any level. Well, maybe from time to time when it comes to reading really really REALLY bad books or watching movies so horrible that they're kinda awesome. But other than my occasional and quite particular cinematic and literary masochism, to be in both a good mood and in physical pain is an odd dichotomy.

I don't know what I did, but my back is giving me some problems again. It started late last night and didn't get any better over night. I think it might be a "back to the doctor for painkillers, anti-inflammatory, and some muscle relaxors" thing again. It's not nearly the kind of pain I had earlier this year that put me in bed for 2 straight days, but it's just sore.

I think a lot of this comes down to lifestyle in the past year or so. I've been falling more and more into the "excess" side of life without as much of the maintenance.

I know that my friends already joke that based on my diet and lifestyle, it's a toss-up as to if I'm going to die of a heart attack or cancer first. I'm kinda torn. I think it's about 50/50 at this point.

But it reminds me that I really need to get back into a gym. My body doesn't like carrying the extra 30 or 40 or maybe even 50 lbs that I've been carrying around for the last few years. It's not much compared to many other people, but my body really REALLY doesn't like it. It's not used to it. It's used to being at a solid 180-190 and I've been in the lower half of the 200 scale for a while now. I don't like it, but I'm fucking lazy anymore. I don't have the motivation, and to be honest, hard-drinking, heavy-smoking, unhealthy-eating, and generally living a life of excess and long-term-self-destruction.

It's more fun. I know that. I also know it's not sustainable. But on this one and only issue, I just can't motivate myself to actually make any changes. Though I do know that most of them would be pretty simple. The diet side is easy. And to be honest, so is the gym thing once I've hit the 1-month mark (without more than a 2 or 3 day miss in there as well) of working myself into the habit again. I used to work out like a fiend when I was younger, but between some back issues and an MCL tear at one point, I just got out of the habit. The older I got, the harder that habit became to get back into. I need to do that.

No, where my issues are going to come in is the smoking side. I just don't care enough to quit. They say you have to want to quit. I don't. I kind of enjoy the relaxation that comes with it. Cigars, cigarettes, whatever... I just enjoy that relaxation that comes with it. It's something to do to occupy my hands and mouth and whatnot.

I don't know where I'm really going with this. Though I do think I kinda ruined the "good mood" I had going on before I started writing about this. LOL!

But no big deal. I'll be in a good mood about something else in another 20 minutes or so.

Random Thought Of The Day #717

Day 717

So, I'm thinking that next weekend will be the Avengers-Athon. Not tomorrow, I mean NEXT Saturday. I am NOT creating an event page. Well, maybe I will. I don't know.

The idea is kinda simple. We will start around 10 or 11 in the morning. There's 6 movies in total, plus 3 Marvel One-Shots (only 4-12 minute long short films) to get through. 7 movies if you count the Ang Lee Hulk movie with Eric Bana, but I think we're skipping it 1) because it's not a Marvel Studios movie; 2) because it's generally ignored in the rest of the series of movies and the only important part (how Bruce becomes Hulk in the first place) is summarized in the opening credits of Incredible Hulk; and 3) it sucks on every conceivable level.

We'll be doing them in order too:

Iron Man
Incredible Hulk
Iron Man 2
The Consultant (One-Shot)
Thor
A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To Thor's Hammer (One-Shot)
Captain America
The Avengers
Item 47 (One-Shot)

So in order to make it though about 12-14 hours of movies in 1 day and watch ALL of them, we need to start kinda early or else we're going to be finishing at like 3am.

We're also going to be snacking and drinking all day. We might order some pizzas if people want "real food". So anything people would like to bring with them would, like usual, be quite appreciated.

Also, we're going to be playing a drinking game. @Diotima has been thinking about how that game will work, so she will be the one explaining those rules. I'm just along for the ride on that one. The extent of my movie oriented drinking games ended when I invented the IMDB drinking game about 8 years ago. The damage I did to my body that night from that game is something that I still have phantom pains from occasionally (or maybe that's liver failure?) and I'm not about to invent another game based around the visual medium that forces me to drink at certain times. I'll leave that up to someone else from now on.

So what do you think? If you're interested (even if you've already voiced some interest), please post a reply here.

Random Thought Of The Day #716

Day 716

I got a Groupon offer yesterday for Pole Dancing classes.

Because that seems like something I'd totally have a use for.

I have no intention of putting some girl through stripper school. Though I would be happy to grade them and critique their routine and give pointers where necessary. Because there's always things that can make them better.

Yes, I am the arbiter of good pole dancing.

Actually, this gives me a good idea. I'm taking a stack of scorecards with me the next time I go to the strip club. I'll start grading them on the 10-point scale.

Don't steal that idea. It's mine.