Selected letters of The Narcissist

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Selected letters of The Narcissist

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Humility. Heh.. What is humility? I will tell you what humility is; it is a farce; it’s a mere sham dire farce. It’s a mask that these insufferable blockheads use in the most vain attempt to enshroud the height of their sanctimonious, and contemptuous Madame de Maintenon personas.

I do not believe in the appeal of what they call this “humble” behavior, this unadulterated “virgin” like behavior. I’d never dare to partake in any such behavior, and find it desperate, pathetic, and as inadequate upon frolicking with a virgin leading to an anticlimactic dismal affair. Continue reading “Selected letters of The Narcissist”

take the JOB out of BLOW JOB

take the JOB out of BLOW JOB

Nothing frustrates me more than frustrated married women, or frustrated women in relationships. As much as it disgusts me to hear women express their displeasure when the store doesn’t have the latest Jimmy Choo’s in their size..then proceed to break out their living will and cry incessantly till their “bestie” suggests to do a mani/pedi/ and indulge in a Tall, Half-Caff, Soy Latte At 120 Degrees to cheer them up. Shit..I veered off onto the path of female lunacy for a minute. I am sorry but I cannot respect a woman who can utter the word BESTIE. Nevertheless..As much as that disgusts me, nothing disgusts me more than women who complain about their husbands always wanting a blow job. Now before the onslaught of remarks commence… such as: “Oh well…Sam..you are not married and you have no idea what it is like or what you are talking about..Oh well Sam marriage changes everything…” Let me say this…if your sex life is non existent or has plummeted heavily post marriage then you are in a terrible fucking marriage! I am beyond dumbfounded by the ungodly, harrowing, fucking consensus amongst married individuals how they tout once you are married your sex life is over. Yeah…Maybe if you are married to the wrong fucking person! That is NOT a healthy marriage. Just because you settled, or got married as an act of convenience, or were approaching “the age” and all your friends were married…etc.. etc….That most certainly does not make you an expert on married couple sex lives. In fact, you know NOTHING! Now, I recently had dinner with three women and one of them mentioned how their husband’s birthday is coming up ..Her exact words were as follows: “I hope he doesn’t think because it’s his birthday I am going to be giving him head. All he is getting is the lingerie from last year”. The other two women erupted with laughter; Naturally, I was appalled. I can’t imagine feeling this way towards someone I am supposedly “in love with”. I don’t know what is worse…The part about the blow job or the part about the lingerie! I truly feel for this poor sorry son of  bitch…Godspeed to you sir.

I will admit there was a time a blow job was most certainly a job or chore. There was nothing appealing about it….I won’t get into details. However, I met someone that I had really strong feelings for not too long ago and dare I say I might have been falling in love with this guy. Naturally, that is why it had to end – HA! That shit was scary as fuck! Another post for another time…Bottom line is, that was the first time in my life I actually enjoyed giving head. I never thought the day would come ( fuck you and your puns) that I would actually say “That was some good dick”. Now, I had dated people in the past and I still did it with a smile, but “deep down inside” the last thing I wanted to do was stick a dick in my mouth. This one particular guy, I can’t explain it…I just really enjoyed sucking his dick. THERE I SAID IT! The fact that I really cared about this person, made giving a “Blow job” nearly a necessity on my part..I craved it more than donuts and cupcakes and chocolate! I actually felt immense pleasure from the act because he felt immense pleasure. All the feelings of disgust I had towards blow jobs from past experiences had quickly waned and were renewed with feelings of excitement and joy! If you care deeply about someone you should want to make them feel good..not feel you have to.

It is very difficult for me to date because I have very high standards. Well maybe just one requirement : Honesty. You can keep the rest…Rich guys, tall guys, hot guys, smart guys, funny guys, come a dime a dozen. Honest guys are like those rare Susan B Anthony Coins. I love sex just as much as any man and I enjoy giving head just as much as any man enjoys receiving it. Only issue is, I just can’t engage with “any man”. I don’t enjoy casual sex…I am at an age where I just can’t do it. The men I date are typically 5-10 years older, and there is no way in hell I am letting a 40 year old penis penetrate any part of my body…God only knows where that has been within the 40 years of its existence. I can wait till I get to know someone and allow trust to grow before that goes anywhere near my mouth!  Now back to married bitches who complain about giving a blow job. Yes, this frustrates me! So, you are trying to tell me every morning you wake up and every night before you go to sleep – that you have a penis you can suck and you chose not to????? What the fuck is wrong with you people???? Ladies – you might as well be single! How can you not appreciate the fact knowing that there will always be a penis available. Yes, a clean, safe, and hopefully “a jewish below the waist” type penis available every fucking day for the rest of my fucking life. Yo..that is the only reason I would ever get married! Honest man = safe sex.

Note to the ladies -Take advantage of the free porn on the internet. Yes – pornhub.com Do your research – learn to give an amazing blow job. If you truly love someone.. it is the least you can do for crying out loud!! Ah! Gee-whiz! (Doing my best mad dog impression. Freakin’ Russo …haha Love that guy!)

A song dedicated to my friends

I want to dedicate this to all my friends – A cover of “That’s What Friends Are For”. I am truly singing from the heart.

 

 

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NOTE TO THE AUTHOR OF THE PIANO INSTRUMENTAL: I recorded this while streaming a cover of the song from youtube. Initially I sent this to one person as an audio text as a joke, so I did not save the link or know who the actual author is of the track. I made an attempt to search through youtube again, but I could not find the video…Should the author hear this and have a strong unnatural desire to kick my ass….I will certainly credit you, or remove it..whatever you wish..I will even go fuck myself too.

Omaha-ha!

Omaha-ha!
I just got back from a lovely trip to Omaha, Nebraska! I certainly did not expect the atmosphere nor the environment of which I developed an uncanny fondness towards. In all honesty, I expected corn fields, and my nights to be somewhat akin to scenes in “Deliverance”, or “Children of the Corn”. Quite assuredly would that have made a delectable anecdote, for you all. However, adversely traumatic for myself. I feel compelled to report that I did not encounter any children in argyle vests, nor hear the sound of dueling banjos throughout my stay.

All jest aside, I really enjoyed my time spent in Omaha. I met some amazing people, who are extremely dedicated and hard-working individuals. It is very inspiring to be amongst a “Team” that exemplifies strong work ethic and harmonious interaction. I feel it is a huge part of what motivates me to go beyond 100%, 110%- and then some. Otherwise, I will only give 100% and call it a day.

I have to admit that I had the best birthday ever in a long time! I celebrated my birthday on the 17th of September (again as usual), in a beautiful deep sleep after a lovely meal of sushi and an abundance of these really soft sugar cookies from Walgreens. Those cookies were phenomenal! The cookies aroused sensations in my mouth I never knew existed. I would rank them far beyond cheesecake, but I have had many wonderful years of cheesecake, and I have grown far to partial towards it, to give up it’s number one spot.

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Great face in time for Halloween mask samples!

 

Hotel Deco is pretty interesting!

 

 

Pensive…

Shout out to all the amazing team I worked with in Omaha: Michael Lang, Corey Hart, Ben Drickey, Scott Drickey, Kyle Wullschleger, Kelly Herrington, Mason Kenton, Amy Lechtenberg, Dylan Adams, and the incomparable soy beans and Ann Luchsinger.

tour·ist (trst) n. One who travels for pleasure.

Fun in Greneda
Fun in Greneda

tour·ist (trst)
How many tourists have come and gone in your life? Or has there been one particular tourist whom you keep allowing to check-in? I suppose you could send a damage bill. However, were there any regulatory measures established? Now, you may certainly elect to ban this tourist, or you could request a security deposit upon their next arrival.

The beauty of tourism is simply pleasure! No responsibilities, no commitments. You will experience the best weather, the best part of town, the best food, simply the best of everything. From the moment you arrive, you are in a continual state of bliss! Why would anyone leave? Well my dears, the idea traveling for pleasure is indeed a great idea. Every tourist knows there are many other great destinations. Why settle in Maui, when you can travel to Antigua or to Paris next week? – More often than not people eventually nest in an area they once roamed as a tourist, and they realize after a week- it was all an illusion. It is funny people forget that they must make their own bed, they must take out their own trash, they must prepare their own meals, they must shovel their own snow… The grass does not stay green year round, and the sun certainly does not shine for the weeks you plan it to. Honestly, I can not think of one good reason why anyone would settle!
I will say this… For those of you who harbor an abundance of sentimental feelings and stare at bananas hoping to finally see the brown spots form – Stare at fucking peaches, or try to drink the rain. (Honestly, that is your life; it’s your business, not mine! I am not going to tell you what to do.) The point is – THIS -When your finances start to dwindle, you will not be able to check-in to the most luxurious resorts. When your health declines, and youth starts to fade, you will still have room-service…When you decide you want to retire early and live off of twinkles and beer, there will always be a motel6..

I am not a tourist, and I am certainly not The Four Seasons. When the love is right, I would rather live with a man throughout his dealings with some extra weight, baldness, ED..(just saying..we are human..shit happens!), than a tourist. Simply because that man will think twice before checking out.

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