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Fuck you, you blasphemer! How dare you insult God? Watch it, or I'll call the hate-speech police! Don't make me foam at the mouth and yell incoherently as I spasm like a motherfucker... or a religious nut.
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I've considered it. I have no problem saying a guy is handsome, or even sexy. Hell, I even find some guys worth oogling... though I'm very picky and choosy when it comes to the dudes.
But I just don't get horny over guys. It's not that I mind having anal sex-- hell, if a girl wants to experiment with that, even on me, I'd be willing to give it a definite go. Guys just don't... turn me on. I don't get a rush like I do when I see a girl I find stunning or drop-dead-gorgeous.
Is that open to change or revision? I don't know. Maybe I could be attracted to some guy in the future. For now, I can say with a relatively good amount of certainty, I'm straight.
In any case, if it does change, I don't think it'll have a profound effect on my sense of identity. Sexual orientation isn't something I find important. If I turn out to be gay or bisexual later on, then so be it. Doesn't bother me even the slightest.
Also, just wanted to say: there are orientations in-between gay bisexual, and straight. Hetero-, and homo-flexible are people who, while they may have a strong preference for one gender, they are open to make an exception.
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Teacher or professor. Author. I'd really love to live in a commune for a long time. Travel. Shit like that.
As for a relationship status, I don't know. I'm sure I wouldn't have much of a problem having a girlfriend or whatnot, but I'm not too big on marriage. As for what kind of relationship that is, I can't say for sure. I'd be open to experimentation to the point where I honestly can't say I wouldn't try out living with someone and not be married, or being married and still having different living spaces like houses or rooms. I'd be open to poliamori, and whatnot.
To be honest, I'm not too big on making that kind of a forecast. I just don't like the normal contemporary perception of life, so I'd experiment and try out alternatives... see how it all works. -
Fuck and all its derivatives.
Fuck.
Fuck you.
Fuck me.
Fuck it.
Help me help you fuck us all. -
I know, bitch... I know. >=3
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Me? God? A day? I'd light this planet and make the sun look like a firecracker by comparison. We deserve no less. If you still want humanity around, then I'd get rid of natural suffering- you know, hurricanes, tornadoes, tsunamis, volcanoes, earthquakes, etc. Instead, I figure my all-powerful and all-knowing wise-ass might find some way to accomplish the same without causing tragedy.
I'd certainly torment the local political leaders, that's for sure...
I dunno... I might also just be feeling rather lazy at the moment. I might just make a large flat-screen TV pop in so I can look at other people's misfortunes.
Right after making sure I have a place to stay in the US, Canada, or United Kingdom. This calls for priorities, of course! -
Good to know I've done something to spread the pleasure of other people's misfortunes. You're welcome.
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I'm guessing you haven't found out that there is a negative spectrum in mathematics, huh?
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"Good evening, your Holiness. How hangs the hammer? Don't mind me, Pope Porky the 8th, if I stand with my butt against the wall. Oh, nevermind... I forgot I was a bit old for your tastes. Hey! I'm not judging, whatever floats your boat. Ha! I lied, you miserable fucking old coot! I'm guessing even hookers pay YOU not to fuck them. What can I say? You're about as creepy as wrinkly old Emperor Palpatine wearing a strap-on in church. Oh, sorry. Didn't know he was your son. Listen, I just took a three-and-a-half hour shit and my asshole is about as raw as a side of veal. I'll see you later. No, I won't send any handsome little choirboys to 'confession'."
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YEAH! My baby is awesome. :3
Plus, mac is a shitty gaming O.S. hardly any game support. Fuck macs! I don't even bother capitalizing their names anymore. -
I'd say, "Ha! I love it when people say what I'm thinking. Fuck kids, let's just make as if we had that goal in mind."
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Tell him to get in line. I already have figures like Voltaire, de Sade, Diderot, Russeau, and countless other libertines whom I want to fuck.
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Seeing as I can't speak from experience, I'd say it's awesome; sort of in the same way that eating food can be a fun, enjoyable, and healthy activity. Like everything else, there are dangers in the extremes- sex is harmful with prudence and debauchery in the same way food has its anorexics and the morbidly obese.
But if it's not your cup of tea, then just don't get into it. There are lots of other pleasures. Don't bring your prudery everywhere, let people do as they wish as long as they respect other people's freedom and stay along a basic morality (read: consentual adult), and let us all have fun! People should stop being so goddamn ashamed! -
I don't think so... depends on what you mean. Most of the things people give this responce for shouldn't even be shameful in the first place. I eat, I shit, I sleep, and I (eventually) fuck- or watch porn and read erotic fiction.
I feel a pang of guilt and shame when I've actually done something wrong, like being rude to someone I respect and/or care for, saying things I shouldn't have, or whatever falls into breaking my ethics code.
I don't feel shame for being what Nature and Philosophy made me, I'm not embarrassed about satisfying the lust God put there in the first place, and I think society should puck the stick off its prude ass and start expressing itself more freely. -
Taylor Swift? Amy Lee? You're staring down the wrong end of the spectrum. Christina Scabbia, Simone Simmons, Katra Solopuro, Liz Vicious and a handful of others I can't remember are leagues above those who you just mentioned.
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You've obviously never met me.
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Okay kids, I've got a class project for ya. Take off your pants and look down. Now look around. It's a puzzle. Find the other piece to get attached to. Once you find one, connect the pieces. If nothing happens, take it out and try again-- sometimes it takes a while to work, but it'll get there eventually. Do it several times; do it with several people. I'll see you in a year. If you don't know the answer by then, you fail.
By Baccus, if you haven't figured it out, only He knows just how fucking clueless you really are. -
I don't think the objective is to harm cute things. In fact, I'd say cuteness is beside the point-- though I can imagine someone actually doing it because other people think it's cute. But in general terms, I'd say the person just wants to do harm.
If we were to watch that same person react to both cute and ugly things, I'd place my bets on him beating the ever-ugly-shit out of both. If one recieves less than the other, it'd probably be either exhaustion or that he'd already vented most of the anger out already.
I think sadism is the central desire, with cuteness having been something present, but beside the point. The fact that humans can take such sick pleasures out of the suffering of innocent creatures is certainly revolting, but unsurprising. But you know me... I'm a misanthrope through and through. -
I'd rather be beef jerky.
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Women. While apparently I'm handsome enough and I'm more charming than I give myself credit for, I'm also clueless about how to go about with them. If I respect a woman to the point where I would consider going out with her, I become a catastrophe.
It becomes harder for me to come up with something to say, I start feeling nervous about proximity, self-conscious about the slightest thing from my breath, to my posture and speech. I don't know the slightest thing about body language, if she does send any signals, I don't get any, nor do I act upon anything. I can't be forward since I'm too busy either panicking or failing to come up with a way.
I'm not used to being so idiotic and incompetent. Plus, it's unfamiliar territory, so it means I stare right into the faces of both the Unknown and the Unfamiliar. You can bet your ass my trousers are officially soiled.
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Julian Rios’s Bio
I like to say I'm a 'Heretic' in the full sense of the word, as I'm a libertarian apostate who has no love or respect for the sacred or tradition-- the two things in vogue in my country of god-damned origin.
