Just left a scathing comment on a young woman's picture on the "Kinky and Popular" page of Fetlife.com that was not very nice. I will own that trigger response despite it's bitchy connotations but I have rather hit the wall with all things fake and contrived. The influx of social media on our lives has created a world and environment that glorifies a beautiful facade and promotes pathological lying as jusification for narcissistic ego stroking.
Add sex and BDSM into the mix and shallow libidinous males with porn addiction click "Like" with lascivious abandon like salivating dogs after a week long fast. Do they really buy this shit? Do they honestly believe the fakery that is blatantly evident?
Or maybe they inherently know, but choose to believe the unbelievable bullshit fantasy sold them for the momentary meaningless thrill that it gives them. No wonder less people are in relationships and porn perusal is gaining in popularity because the reality is far less sexy than the online portrayal.
I do not want the fakery, I want the fucking real thing in all it's messy, dirty and at times bumbling mess. I want to see real people, in a real mess, but experiencing a real moment.... I want to be one of those people. But the narcissism of the competition for "likes" that motivates blatantly false portrayals of events has created a degree of disgust and cynicism in me such that I have started to avoid "Kinky and Popular" on Fetlife.com which should more rightly be described as "Contrived and Manipulated".
Show me your fat asses, your ugly dicks, your pimples and cellulite, your pussy farts and laughter. I want to see you messed up, your makeup running, your hair a matted mess and the real true expression of your pleasure and pain intricately etched in your wrinkled eyes and blotchy face.... for there is the real truth of what sex and lust, and BDSM really is... an experience that is not fake, that is not pretty, that lets you so let go that you are lost to all but the experience and beyond the knowledge of whether your ass looks fat in this position.
Leave that concern to the Kim Kardashian's of this world and the social media narcissists whose fake sex life is clearly better in pictures than it is in person. Personally, I don't want an immortal picturesque document of my sex life or general life for that matter.... I actually want to fucking live and experience it in all it's mess and imperfection for that in the end is what will matter when I am 80 and in a wheelchair and recalling with smug satisfaction what it all meant to me.... But then that is me, the truth teller who would rather wallow in ugly truth than a pretty lie any day of the week.... what about you?
Add sex and BDSM into the mix and shallow libidinous males with porn addiction click "Like" with lascivious abandon like salivating dogs after a week long fast. Do they really buy this shit? Do they honestly believe the fakery that is blatantly evident?
Or maybe they inherently know, but choose to believe the unbelievable bullshit fantasy sold them for the momentary meaningless thrill that it gives them. No wonder less people are in relationships and porn perusal is gaining in popularity because the reality is far less sexy than the online portrayal.
I do not want the fakery, I want the fucking real thing in all it's messy, dirty and at times bumbling mess. I want to see real people, in a real mess, but experiencing a real moment.... I want to be one of those people. But the narcissism of the competition for "likes" that motivates blatantly false portrayals of events has created a degree of disgust and cynicism in me such that I have started to avoid "Kinky and Popular" on Fetlife.com which should more rightly be described as "Contrived and Manipulated".
Show me your fat asses, your ugly dicks, your pimples and cellulite, your pussy farts and laughter. I want to see you messed up, your makeup running, your hair a matted mess and the real true expression of your pleasure and pain intricately etched in your wrinkled eyes and blotchy face.... for there is the real truth of what sex and lust, and BDSM really is... an experience that is not fake, that is not pretty, that lets you so let go that you are lost to all but the experience and beyond the knowledge of whether your ass looks fat in this position.
Leave that concern to the Kim Kardashian's of this world and the social media narcissists whose fake sex life is clearly better in pictures than it is in person. Personally, I don't want an immortal picturesque document of my sex life or general life for that matter.... I actually want to fucking live and experience it in all it's mess and imperfection for that in the end is what will matter when I am 80 and in a wheelchair and recalling with smug satisfaction what it all meant to me.... But then that is me, the truth teller who would rather wallow in ugly truth than a pretty lie any day of the week.... what about you?
