Monday, January 17, 2011

This shirt was clean this morning...

I made a big ass pot of baked beans, and they're okay.  I have shit all over my shirt, and I'm pretty sure I turn about 3 yrs old when I eat beans.

And on and on and on and on....

I often wish I was funny... when I was younger I just wanted to be witty and funny and I wanted people to think I was interesting... I suppose not much has changed.  When I was young, I felt I was more mature than the kids my age.  At a young age, I knew that naked women were nice to look at, and I wanted to see one in real life.  When we went to mexico, I stayed up really late one night to watch cinemax, and I watched a movie that may have defined my mental state about women...

So the movie was called "Body Double" and there was this really long scene where the woman was meant to be killed.  I watched the scene, and the whole time I was so aroused that had I known about masturbation, I would have let fly like nothing.  Being too young to quite understand that whole process yet, I just lay there silently drooling as I watched this woman suffer before finally being drilled to death.

Since then, I would have these dreams about women being hurt and tortured, and I would wake up with this thing... well, you get it.  It took years for me to understand this as a sadistic fetish, and until then I was worried that I would end up being a murderer of women just to get off.  It was when I started to understand fetish that I started to understand that it would be okay.

I suppose you can say that I've had my fun at times, and as I've become an adult... yeah, I still totally enjoy welt marks!

Huh, that's nowhere near where I was going to go with this... huh?  Okay, well, that's about all for that.

Oh, right, I was going to tell the story about my parents being at a party of a neighbors and the kids were supposed to be watching tv in the living room while the adults played cards in the dining-room and all the other kids fell asleep and I was going to try to put my hand up the neighbor girl's shirt while she was sleeping to touch her 8yr old nipples, but all I could muster was the guts to touch my lips on hers... but I got distracted from that story...

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