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Why I’m Not A Horrible Human Being: The Debut

It’s been a while since I’ve put fingers to keys to craft written drivel for imagined hordes of my fans to fawn over. In a bid to remedy this situation, and to make sure that there is some sort of regular content to keep my beloved masses coming back , I’m starting a feature to convince y’all why I’m not such a bad person to get to know. It will be updated every [time period of my choice to be added later], so you can look forward to seeing this often.

To kick this off, I’ll be talking to a topic that I’ve had close and intimate relations with.


Thanks to the internet, I’ve had access to the worlds of human sexual acrobatics that have both amazed me. Beautiful choreography of motion and mechanics that make you want to shout for joy at being part of the human race.

Unfortunately (I think), I’ve also been exposed to levels of depravity and sickness of the human conscious that to describe what has been put to video as sex is to stretch the meaning of the word to encompass cabbage, tarmac and dentures.

Hours of blood-drawing flogging and nut-twisting foreplay. Rape scenes with bound-up chicks, and women left curled up on the floor, crying at the simulated humiliation. Shoving foreign objects into every orifice of an awfully young looking girl while she screams in protest. A woman having to give sexual favors while a knife is held at her throat. I have watched these videos in the dark confines of my room,  many of them several times. My pants being on the floor was just a weird coincidence.

And the revelation that I’ve come to is that such scenes are not for me. I get no excitement from  watching. All it looks to me is like a presentation of numerous and varied perversions that exist. While I understand that a great percentage of humanity get off on this, I in no way empathise with them.

I’m proud to say that only smut that features all the parties enjoying the proceedings is my cup of tea. The screams of (fake, I know. It’s acting.) pleasure and exhortations from the woman for more adds to my engorgement. A woman asking to be choked is very different from one begging for it to be stopped. I don’t view the women as cum dumpsters who deserve to be treated as horribly as possible, but as joint participants in the glorious pursuit of the orgasm.

So if you think that it would be a mistake to get to know me, especially the ladies, just remember: I don’t enjoy rape.



3 responses

  1. LivKidula

    Joint participants in the glorious pursuit of the orgasm.


    June 8, 2012 at 7:28 pm

  2. *shudders horribly at the horror that awaits* Dude, the two of you…*gulps*

    Oh Hades, whay can’t I UNSEE?!?!?!

    June 25, 2012 at 5:04 pm

  3. retardeddesu

    Lol I agree with you. Sadly I do. *hangs head in shame*

    July 18, 2012 at 12:50 am

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