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stated females still outnumber stated males two to one in my preferred corner of th Internet, w/ a troubling number of godless Unspecifieds.
Are males or females more likely to maintain journals?
Deep down, doesn't everybody get bored w/ this tiresome binary? I made a joke about wanting to see Pourne Ultimatum, about a man who doesn't know who he is, only that he owns a 16-inch cock. He wants to give up fucking forever and live a normal life, but first he must know who he is, and th only way he can find out is by fucking a whole lot of people. I got trigger-shy about googling it, fearing that it exists. Why do men think they are not men unless they fuck a whole lot of people? Don't they know that no matter how many other people you've been inside, you will never be inside other people?
Joe Stremph says if he could be some other person for a day, he would like to try being his wife. That's a good, weird answer. Women say, "You don't know what it's like." Men say, "You think it's a walk in th park?" Shut up, shut up, everybody's heard it all. Let's trade psychic places for a while and shut everybody up.
Jackie woke up, took a shower, put nice-smelling products on her face, and said, "I love being a girl." Just like that, no elaboration or fanfare. I wish I could wake up like that.
Th second book I read this year was a memoir about a man who became th world's foremost expert on picking up hot girls.[2] It's half memoir, half self-help. Now that I've read it I am supposed to be able to pick up any hot girl in any public space, but I can't stop thinking about Jesus and what he would do. Th men in th book have funny codenames just like me. One of th men decides to give up th game and go to India--
I was surprised but not shocked. Extramask's sudden transformation from pickup artist to spiritual seeker reminded me of Dustin. Some people spend their lives trying to fill a hole in their soul. When women don't absorb that emptiness, they look to something bigger: God. I wondered where Dustin and Extramask would turn afterward, when they discovered that even God wasn't big enough to plug the hole inside.
--but th author frames even spiritual seeking as a hole-filling exercise. We can't get enough of male/female relationships; this book was #1 on Amazon.com's bestsellers.
In th Democratic Republic of Congo, armed men emerge from forest hideouts to enact nightmares on women's genitals. Th UN says, "In numerous cases, male relatives are forced at gun point to rape their own daughters, mothers or sisters."[1] We have to save them. We have to convince our government that those women have crude oil reserves inside their hearts and must be saved. No, assholes, I don't know what to do. Th fuck am I supposed to know. It's up to us to save them.
Not that it matters, but Kevin has diabetes and I don't feel too well my own self. I'm happy on th inside, but my body feels like it is chronically sitting in an economy class seat on a plane, never comfortable, always looking forward to having a proper lie-down. I wake up w/ my hands asleep and wanting a giant baby to stand on my neck. I don't wake up loving being a girl. A web site turned a photograph of me into a cartoon version.
He looks too comfortable to be me.
They got th cat exactly right.
Th kitchen is too clean to be mine. I fucked around w/ another web site until I had one that looked th way I see myself.
I'm in love w/ th modern world!
Everyone woke up tomorrow and loved being a girl.
________
1. United Nations Human Rights Council, "UN expert on violence against women expresses serious concerns following visit to Democratic Republic of Congo", 30 Jul 2007
2. Neil Strauss, Th Game: Penetrating th Secret Society of Pickup Artists (2005)
Are males or females more likely to maintain journals?
- Male: 1865772 (32.9%)
- Female: 3810071 (67.1%)
- Unspecified: 2164827
Deep down, doesn't everybody get bored w/ this tiresome binary? I made a joke about wanting to see Pourne Ultimatum, about a man who doesn't know who he is, only that he owns a 16-inch cock. He wants to give up fucking forever and live a normal life, but first he must know who he is, and th only way he can find out is by fucking a whole lot of people. I got trigger-shy about googling it, fearing that it exists. Why do men think they are not men unless they fuck a whole lot of people? Don't they know that no matter how many other people you've been inside, you will never be inside other people?
Joe Stremph says if he could be some other person for a day, he would like to try being his wife. That's a good, weird answer. Women say, "You don't know what it's like." Men say, "You think it's a walk in th park?" Shut up, shut up, everybody's heard it all. Let's trade psychic places for a while and shut everybody up.
Jackie woke up, took a shower, put nice-smelling products on her face, and said, "I love being a girl." Just like that, no elaboration or fanfare. I wish I could wake up like that.
Th second book I read this year was a memoir about a man who became th world's foremost expert on picking up hot girls.[2] It's half memoir, half self-help. Now that I've read it I am supposed to be able to pick up any hot girl in any public space, but I can't stop thinking about Jesus and what he would do. Th men in th book have funny codenames just like me. One of th men decides to give up th game and go to India--
I was surprised but not shocked. Extramask's sudden transformation from pickup artist to spiritual seeker reminded me of Dustin. Some people spend their lives trying to fill a hole in their soul. When women don't absorb that emptiness, they look to something bigger: God. I wondered where Dustin and Extramask would turn afterward, when they discovered that even God wasn't big enough to plug the hole inside.
--but th author frames even spiritual seeking as a hole-filling exercise. We can't get enough of male/female relationships; this book was #1 on Amazon.com's bestsellers.
In th Democratic Republic of Congo, armed men emerge from forest hideouts to enact nightmares on women's genitals. Th UN says, "In numerous cases, male relatives are forced at gun point to rape their own daughters, mothers or sisters."[1] We have to save them. We have to convince our government that those women have crude oil reserves inside their hearts and must be saved. No, assholes, I don't know what to do. Th fuck am I supposed to know. It's up to us to save them.
Not that it matters, but Kevin has diabetes and I don't feel too well my own self. I'm happy on th inside, but my body feels like it is chronically sitting in an economy class seat on a plane, never comfortable, always looking forward to having a proper lie-down. I wake up w/ my hands asleep and wanting a giant baby to stand on my neck. I don't wake up loving being a girl. A web site turned a photograph of me into a cartoon version.
He looks too comfortable to be me.
They got th cat exactly right.
Th kitchen is too clean to be mine. I fucked around w/ another web site until I had one that looked th way I see myself.
I'm in love w/ th modern world!
Everyone woke up tomorrow and loved being a girl.
________
1. United Nations Human Rights Council, "UN expert on violence against women expresses serious concerns following visit to Democratic Republic of Congo", 30 Jul 2007
2. Neil Strauss, Th Game: Penetrating th Secret Society of Pickup Artists (2005)