nanashi

Porn. In a way it’s the ultimate tool of male emancipation. Skip all the flirting, dating, compliments, money spending, caring, etc. Canned sexuality of a few women obsoleting the rest of them. Cheating the majority of women of reaping the benefits of their sexual predicament. Porn. It’s my poison. It’s my literature. It’s my solitude. It’s my “can’t get laid in Germany”.

Feeds. Cheating me of my well deserved hits.

Indifference. Not caring about what people think. Not caring for achievements. Not being subject to opinion. Not being easily manipulated. Avoiding achievement. Taking the money. Taking the info. Not taking sides. Understanding everything. Cheating the educational system of their trophy. Cheating society of my gift.

Decency. Cheating men of those would be sluts craving to be unchained.

Home. My home is my castle. It’s my refuge. The world must stay outside. No duties to anybody but myself. Privacy. Not caring about appearance. Slacking off. Enjoying myself. Cheating the world of its star.

Showering. Cheating horny sluts of that sweet ripe smell.

Brilliance. Observation. Keen intellect. Open eyes. Quick grasp. Cheating people of their defenses. Cheating them of their secrets. Cheating them of the silence of shame.

Spycams. Cheating me of my “most brilliant mind in the history of the universe”-superiority.

You want to be my pimp? You want to be my dealer? Please throw some pills in my coke. Please throw me some. Please. Please!