OK – I know I have said this sort of stuff before but holy crap it frustrates me. I AM NOT A PIECE OF MEAT ATTACHED TO A PENIS. Dear god, people! I breathe. I have a pulse. I have a brain which is NOT a part of my penis. I think. I do. I feel. I learn. Not only that – I’m probably one of the few people you know who has SO much information about themselves out there. I have a webpage, I have blogs, I have facebook, twitter, tumblr, youtube, you-fricking-name-it, there is something about me at almost every corner of the internet universe.
SO why do people still ask my stats? Why do people still ask the basic questions about me which are clearly written in not one, but multiple places around the web? Furthermore, why do they bother to contact me if they obviously want to know NOTHING about me. I would say it drives me nuts, but the smartass friends I have would say something about that. It is, however bloody annoying.
If you want to talk to me or message me, then do some leg work. Find out WHO I am not just what I am. READ – don’t just look at the pretty pictures. I get conversations by IM or email which start off with “I’m so horny right now” – I’m glad you are. I am horny too – all the time. And while its nice to be looked at as a porn item, there is so much more to me than that. If that is all you are interested in me for, then please keep moving.
I am funny, and witty, and mischievous, sometimes kinky and bordering on perverted. I love to laugh – I openly admit I can be moved to tears – both good and bad, sometimes at the drop of a hat. I love my friends, I’m passionate about a number of things, including kink. I don’t like mushrooms and I don’t do phone sex. I don’t own a cell phone, and I won’t send you pictures by email text or courier pigeon. There are more than enough pictures of me available out there on the web – and I add new ones constantly. If I can make the effort to read the profiles of you I can find, you can do the same.
/end rant
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