I stuck this topic...In case my bitch wants to know..Its jigaloo approved...

What makes this thread different from all other threads?

... he asks sardonically on the 15th of Nisan ...

this thread comes highly recommended by jig...

That is what I like to see. Someone in power around here that listens to the suggestions of the posters and gets shit did.

TRWPL, the People's Mod.

You'll have to cast that Iron Claw aside and learn how to deliver the People's Elbow. You learned the worthless Von Erich claw anyway. Blackjack Mulligan wore a fingerless glove on his claw hand making it immeasurably superior.

Aww, look who found the afikomen.

the threat of dispensing iron claw justice brought me respect..

This may sound a bit Frankie-goes-to-therapy ....

But at the satellite pool today, there were these two chunky girls. Likely 20s. Could be 30s. Chunky girls always look older to me.

There aren't usually women in the pool area under 70.

But, I took little notice. Chunky women aren't typically my thing. They appear to be sisters. Very "Stevens" sister-ish.

Dark. Thick. Big breasted. One with a pouch small enough to still be a bit sexy in bikini for the Reubens fans, much like Ava Rose in Big Wet Butts. The other in one piece because that line had been violated. Or at least she thought it had.

So ... as I was saying ... chunky ...

They were dark haired. Sunglassed. Very pale for Mediterranean types. With their chairs pointed at the sun like tulip buds. Taking no notice of those coming and going.

I'm not the most social of individuals. And, I don't like guys who indiscriminately hit on the young girls visiting relatives. So, unless a younger girl addresses me first, I leave them completely alone.

From what I could see, they were too chunky, with the tell-tale acquiline noses endemic to this elephant graveyard. Not at all my type.

But, being the only remotely attractive women I would see in a swimsuit today, I cannot says I didn't take notice.

But, after a minute or two of adjusting to the water temp, I got lost behind my mirrored swim goggle in the world of my exercises and fantasies of world conquest. Only occasionally did I peer sideways to see what the sisters were up to.

So, I was doing my walking in the pool and my butterfly laps. After a few minutes I noticed that I could easily see both of their crotches. This was surprising considering how they had positioned their chairs.

But, now one was reading a book and shifted her leg. And the other sat initially Indian style and then full spread while examining/replying to her smartphone texts.

I thought little about it. But did steal more frequently glimpses.

It was during one approach to the shallow end near their lounges when I noticed both stealing looks from the sides of their sunglasses.

So shaving the Jewish beak as a rite of passage's more than an anti-Semitic stereotype.

I don't think that they so much were looking AT me than trying to determine whether I was looking at them.

That would be hard to determine since I rarely give away what I'm looking at. I have become adept at looking sideways through dark glasses while keeping the head forward.

But, in all fairness, other then generalizations, being myopic, I can't see faces clearly without my glasses. Body shapes, types, yes. But, details, no way.

Now the heavier of the two Ava Roses gets into the pool ... presumably to cool a bit while still reading her book.

Oddly she goes for the stairs on "my side" of the pool.

She just as easily could have gone for the east side stairs. Yes, the east are the busier stairs. And, yes, there are more people on that side.

But, I walk and swim right up to the west stairs. And, have been doing that for the last 40 minutes. Unless they are going in and out no one goes near the other stairs.

I say "my side" since there is this unspoken code between me and the ladies that use this pool that I can do what I want on the western 1/3 of the pool.

They "exercise", if that's what you want to call it.

They kind of do these things with their plastic floating "noodles". But, mostly they exercise their yaps. Complaining about something. Boasting on something. Gossiping about their friends who aren't in the pool and how much they don't really like them.

But, I'm really exercising. Water is the one place I can run without pain. So I run. Walk. Swim laps.

It used to be that they would get in my way. I like to do the entire circumference of the pool. But, I would turn about anytime one of them would get near.

Over time, we have come to the understanding that I have the entire west lane and the "top" of the pool at the deep end at the south. So I run and walk the "L" this creates and swim my butterfly laps without much if any splash.

God help a husband of these women if they stray into my zone. Their wives belittle them.

"Can't you see he's there exercising?!? Don't give that look! What you are doing is not exercise. Why don't you just fall asleep here like you did at the movie in the clubhouse last night? Fall asleep here and drown! I should be so lucky!!"

Oh ... back to the chubs.

So ... my hour is over. I decide to be a bit rash for me. I take off and rinse my mirrored googles and walk toward the one-piece who is sitting in the pool.

I see the brown eye behind the right sunglass lens spying me as I walk out of the pool and, different for me, give her the satisfaction of a full stare back.

During my 5 minutes in the jacuzzi at the extreme south end, the two-piece takes to the east stairs mirroring the chub of the west.

After my hot tubbing, I dry off, don my glasses and proceed south and then east past the two chubs.

I focus on the bikini in the east. Better looking that I had imagined, but still nothing great. I stare at her the full time and she locks eyes back.

I nod and say "Hey." She seems surprised and says "Hi" back and keeps her eyes to mine.

I hope it make her happy a bit. They seem to be dying for some attention.

I don't know anything about that shaving. What Durant calls the "Hittite nose" isn't in my family.

We have button noses. Think Mia Kirshner, Mila Kunis ...

I noticed the expression regarding the alleged respective rhinoplasty of one of Howard Stern's daughters or so.

Mia Kirshner's nose looks good to me, a lot slimmer than the one of Mila Kunis in any case.

If they've got Stern's nose, I don't blame the girl.

I've got 1/2 first cousins who inherited their grandmother's nose [she's not in my gene pool, thankfully]. They both needed to rid themselves of that atrocity. But even "smaller" it's pretty hideous.

Thankfully no hooknoses in my gene pool.

Bi-polar though .........

Here's a picture of Amber Rayne

Not to my taste.

However I'm dead certain that's prettier than what Frankie proposed as her superior.

To me anyway.

All this lack of misogyny - do you seek more from porn than beating off; is it fantasy lala land?

Generally, I guess yes. I don't have any anger or hatred of women as a group.

I do have issues with individual women. Those I've attacked on here include Steph of ADT, Tia Ling, Monica Foster, Ashley Blue and even poor Teagan Presley.




This one I don't get. Isn't beating off fantasy? What more could one "seek"?

I'm not trying to meet any of the girls. I'm a complete voyeur when it comes to porn.

Why Teagan Presley?
If you really want to get a bitch down, show her recent pics and await an assessment, then add that two kids went through there.
I doubt she'll be happy for long.

If beating off for you's linked to thinking to fuck whores, then it'd probably be a milder fantasy.
Seeking more - anything emotional and usually lived out in a relationship. Titter-fanlon-level hopelessness.

I know on tritone's lala stage, he likes to pretend that it's just a matter of dick colour, but he pretends to be white, too, and thus seems suspicious. That size and everything else doesn't match just shows that there's not a lot of rational thought going on under the hood of contrast faggots. Stealthy Spartans.

you seem a little too interested in other dudes beat pattern, pipe. I suggest couples therapy for you and your inner twink. and feel free to keep the results to yourself.. Thanks.

I never could figure out the Tia Ling hate. She seemed nice enough.

Agreed. Tia was cool.

Loucy needs to get rid of the hard disks and clean the trunk.
This lame angle... Well.

the only thing lame about the angle is your interest in what gets the fatman off... like I said...keep it to yourself.

and wtf were you thinking asking those questions when you knew I'd be around to kick your ass up over ears?. heh

It just isn't about your shit, Louser. So lame.

Just ask me to stop. That's all it takes.

Three reasons:

1. She went off all-irrational after I commented that her hubby had a bad prison-ish haircut. She wouldn't get over it and seemed to think that being a whore posting here entitled her not to be picked on.

2. She reminds me of a half-Korean cousin who I don't care for. Since I already knew what kind of issues pissed my cousin off, it was easy to change the protagonist to Tia.

3. I enjoyed it.

Teagan I attacked for no good reason.

At first I thought it was a "fake" Teagan. A Monkey-shine, if you will.

But, I quickly learned it wasn't and for reasons I cannot explain I kept up my barbs. Nothing too vicious. But, I wasn't nice.

She would be the only female I was mean to on the site that I feel deserves my apology.

Happy ambiguity there, crypto-fag.

that better not end up in old English on your lower back.... weirdo.

I don't know what this means.

I'm a voyeur. Even in real life. I've pretty much retired from relationships. I interact, but not fully. I don't think I will ever fully interact again. That part of me died long, long ago.

Long before either of THE Twins was born. I no longer open my heart. It's been closed from April 1981. No surprise then that this is when I stopped caring about my weight, etc.

I've had sex upon occasion since. Almost always with inexorable lust from the female involved.

Mostly I relive relationships lost and relationships squandered.

So, if I'm watching a Courtney Simpson or Leah Wilde clip, I'm thinking of the girl I lost in 1981.

Sometimes its of girls I decided to ignore since and now rue the lost opportunity. Thus, if I'm thinking about a young architect who kept asking me about porn in 2003, I would watch a Jana Helusova clip or Kate Lynn of SpunkMouth since in their own way each resembles her somewhat.

Much as both Lexi Belle and Marie McCray both represent a young lady who like me very much, but was afraid of my darker side. She'd seen me hurt too many townies and the delight it gave me to get away with breaking their bones and hurting their pride. 1982 and 83 were rough like that. While I killed my heart and fully eliminated my overt physical need for another.

Likely why younger women appeal to me more. That's how they were in my world when I departed.

There are other reasons, too, of course. Name the girl, for me there's always a reason. An analog.

So lala fantasy land whores on Twitter would like.
Seems reasonable enough for here.

I have little insight on what that means.

I don't follow the girls on Twitter. I just watch their movies.

I have no interest in what the have to say. And, no fantasy that I could interest one of them.

That's very prophylactic.

You wouldn't be a threat to any performer keeping in touch with her fans via social media - or any attention whore pushing the goods in dyslexic symbols all day.

For me or the attention whores?





I don't see how anyone could be. Attention whoring in an inexorable force. Nothing gets in its way. Either you feed the whore her attention or she moves on. There is no end of quys with compliments and over-priced stuffed bears waiting to feed the never-ending-black-hole of needy attention these poor things crave.

I have no savior delusions. I don't believe even God could fill those damaged prolapsed souls.

It's prophylactic of yourself, preemptive in a way.

Most seem safer than they like to play out.
The stalkers here, stalkers there, stalkers everywhere most sport seems a bit contradictory at first, but then causality would have to be taken into account somewhat. Well.
It's just tough to be famous.

All of that is irrelevant though.
I wanted to know if you delude yourself in lala fantasy land or are just visiting.
The latter seems to be the case.
Medicated, self-aware and with plenty of misery.

Still have no idea what that means exactly. Or maybe even remotely.

Is that like the ADT guy BonoOne or whatever who thinks he's close to porn girls and a celebrity and legend in his own mind for reviewing their movies?

It's in that direction.

OK ... so I'm browsing the set of porn stars with birthdays today and I don't see anyone who means anything to me as I keep going up the list older and older.

Then my eyes stop on a name I recognize. Shelley Michelle.

I am acquainted with a Shelley Michelle. She was [maybe still IS} an actress who was mostly known for her GREAT legs and her body doubling.

Sometimes just the legs. Sometimes the boobs. Mostly uncredited double work.

Most of her credited roles involved nudity. I even remember her in a softcore Cinemax feature, one of those that labored under the delusion it was a deep drama.

So, nice, pretty girl, tall with legs to die for, whose boobs I've seen on film. So, I remember every time I've met her. Just as I remembered time I dealt with Tara Subkoff.

I don't meet that many people I've seen naked on film first.

Anyway ...

I see the name and laugh. Some idiot porn girl seems to have taken the name. Shelley wasn't a NAME. So, likely like the Renee Richards whore, it's just a coincidence.

"Isn't that funny!!" I think. "A porn girl with the SAME NAME! She wouldn't like that at all."

Then I click on the name. Same face. One mast title.

Check back at IMDB. Same birthday.

Holy hell. She did a solo mast scene in a porno.

A girl I've actually met in REAL LIFE was in a porno of sorts.

But, a porno NoneTheLess.

AND I DON'T HAVE THE TAPE!!!!!

Bitter.

She was a very popular body double.

Bitter Herbs or "Maror" was last week.

Since then, that week, and several to follow, are just for counting barley or "the Omer".