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auntblabbly wrote:

Idk about that auntblabbly....I think alot of women just find our thingies gross unless they actually have strong feelings for the hirsute schlubs they're attached to.





Well...I envy you actually. It's not easy to get your rocks off when you're not attracted to 100% of roughly half the globe's population and MAYBE 5% of the other half. I wish there were something I could do about that, but any suggestions to "lower my standards" are about as ridiculous as the fundie christians trying to "cure" people of their....*gasp!! !*....attraction to the same sex. If the visuals leave much to be desired for me....so will the blood flow to my corpora cavernosa...lol.

Anyway....all I can offer you is two photos of the slightly amused Archbishop of Manhorberry.....my backside was excommunicated

I was 99.9% sure it had something to do with naked pink flesh...but I didn't know it was of Japanese origin. Give praise to emperor for that one!! !






Well....yeah...but my sex drive hasn't been this strong since I was in my 20's. That seems like a lifetime ago and now i'm even less appealing than I was in my 20's. Heck...i'd trade a free lifetime membership to the Playboy mansion for the brains and talents many of the posters you are referring to possess. A hero is someone who actually makes at least a miniscule effort at the thing they're being dubbed heroic for. I don't even look the women i'm attracted to in the eye 99.9% of the time, let alone initiate conversation with them. Most of the women i've been with have made it so easy for me, they might as well have been milkmaids bringing the bovine udder juice along with a vertical smile to my backdoor every evening. I've been sending my nudie pics to the women who've asked for them on Craigslist for weeks now. All i've actually gotten aside from a cheap Hands Solo thrill is a girl who would make Snooki seem classy and attractive...lol While she was obviously smitten with me, (we went out for an epic failure of an evening on Saturday night) the feeling was anything but mutual and I couldn't convince myself to do the deed with her even after nine Sam Adams had pickled my brain. So I made up this big bungling story (actually...it was a masterpiece ....."BBS" is just a silly pet phrase of mine) and gave her the short shrift.





And here in South Florida....i'd be a millionaire i'm sure.


Only one who is HIV+ with the ABC's of Hepatitis to boot though. n' Xbones.




Been there, done that, bought the might-as-well-be extra virgin olive oil.

I prefer to hump the stuffing out of my mattress (I know....TMI right?) thank you very much. I can last about 30 minutes (ladies take note if all you've had are minute men ) in one of those fleshlights. If i'm so inclined and I have time to kill, I can ravish the mattress for about two or three hours.





Considering what depression feels like....there is no such thing as a happy medium here.

let's see
dedicated audio restoration software, i must use about 10 of 'em to make my record collection sound better. my favorite is a spectral retoucher which can [like a photo retoucher] transparently erase extraneous sounds from live recordings like coughs and chair squeeks and such.
weird electronic gizmos such as a neurophone, which purports to channel neural aural information to the brain via peripheral nerves.
i have a neat black box called a CEDAR [Computer Enhanced Digital Audio Restoration] whose sole purpose is to transparently declick noisy phonograph recordings. btw, you remember what a record is, those black flat circular things with grooves in em
i have a CD player [these days considered an antique] that upsamples CD audio to 88.2 KHz, which provides for an [mostly inaudible] frequency response up to 44.1 cycles per second, which dogs can hear. the trebles sound smoother somehow.
i have another CD player that compresses or expands dynamic range and stereo soundstage width.
i have flat-panel loudspeakers which, if you keep your head in a virtual vice, perfectly recreates the [horizontal] hemispherical sound field of the original recording venue. it has to be heard to be believed.
i have a neat little kitchen gadget that takes skim milk and expands it into a creamy fluffy meringue.
i have a neat little electronic black box that removes A/C line hum from noisy recordings.
i have a recording by the late major "mule" holley, a basso-profundo-singing string bass jazzman, who could sing down low along with his string bass bowing, a really funny effect. he could sing all the day down to the low E-string. amazing.
i have a tv set which makes movies look a lot like live video. also a neat effect.

i hope i haven't bored you to sleep. do you have any of your own doodads you want to talk about?

yeah, men are such visual creatures. i'm guilty also. but i learned to find sexy parts of people to be stimulating as well. a fine leg here, a find [ahem] there. compartmentalising attractiveness vastly expands the repertoire of randiness. also use your imagination to augment reality. your mind can smooth over the gaps in matter.



ah, a pity that your caboose was unhitched from the engine. i like cabooses.



i'm glad you let her down gently. what do you think about realdolls? 10s appearance-wise, at least.



a lot of GGs swear by the female reality inverse condom [FC2]. google it.



there are techniques and methods for maximising the utility of these devices.



so you're within shouting distance of being a 60-minute man, eh?

"Look a here girls I'm telling you now,
They call me "Lovin' Dan"
I rock 'em, roll 'em all night long-
I'm a sixty-minute man!

If you don't believe I'm all that I say,
Come up and take my hand-
When I let you go you'll cry "Oh yes!"
"He's a sixty-minute man!"

There'll be 15 minutes of kissing,
Then you'll holler "please don't stop!"
There'll be 15 minutes of teasing,
And 15 minutes of squeezing,
And 15 minutes of blowing my top-

If your man ain't treating you right,
Come up and see ol' Dan-
I rock 'em, roll 'em all night long,
I'm a sixty-minute man!"

everybody

I've met one person off here but I can't remember what her username is (I know her off another site)

I'd meet any attractive women

I've met like 2 people on this forum, I knew them before I even came on this forum.

I'll be straightforward Aimless,MissConstrue,IdahoRose,superboyian,B9,an many others whom are quite enlightening by all accounts..

I'd really like to meet all of you but especially

-Talis
-BeauZa
-CockneyRebel
-Ferdinand
-IdahoRose
-Valoyssa(Or however you spell her name)
You all sound interesting!

[b]auntblabbly wrote:[b]

I'm actually not AS picky when it comes to body types....but I need a face I like. I can handle a little cushion for pushin', so long as it's not 50lbs+ plus of extra cushin'. I can handle skinny minnies....so long as they don't look like auschwitz survivors. I don't need legs to look a certain way or boobs to be a certain size, just as long as neither looks deformed or freakish. The latter is what the tatas of many women with implants come out looking like IMO. Still....if the rest of girl is acceptable, I can even forgive a set of super-glued basketballs. One thing that turns me off though is a real ugly and/or exceptionally large set of feet. This was an issue with the second girl I had sex with in my life. We were both 14 and she was perfectly stunning beyond her huge, flat and rather deformed feet. In fact.....she was SO stunning that my father and all his friends (I met her on a beach in Presque isle on Lake Erie. My dad and I used to go there every summer and sail, fish, canoe, hike, camp, etc...He had many friends among the fellow sailors) were patting me on the back and wondering how the hell I landed such a beauty. Anyway.....for whatever reason...I didn't notice her feet until sometime after we had sex. I was sitting in a raft with her on the lake and that's when I noticed how massive and ugly her feet were.

Well...long story short....this totally turned me off (I suppose it could be said I have a foot fetish, so perhaps you can understand why this was such a turn-off for me) and I never wanted to be with her again. My dad badgered me to call her and I refused without telling him why (too embarrassed to tell dear ole' dad about my foot fetish of course ) I didn't want to call her. I think he thought I was gay for awhile after this....lol





Well...I certainly like female ones, but you're not missing much in any case. My caboose is not one of my best assets (no pun intended) IMO, but I imagine you prefer to be the judge of such things. The only pics I have of myself in any stage of undress are the two aforementioned ones though.....so sorry







I did.....I always do....i'm the furthest thing from a sadist and I will go out of my way not to hurt anyone's feelings. Hmmm....I believe i've seen them before and my opinion of them at that time was mostly ambivalent. It would still qualify as masturbation in my eyes of course. Considering I have a preferred method of self-stimulation which I view as ideal for me and that i've been using for years, such dolls would be rather superfluous I think. I will spare you and everyone the details in regards to my "preferred method". All I will say here is that it doesn't just involve humping the mattress for an hour or so.

Beyond that......realdolls=big$$$-$(?) that i'm not even close to having to spare right now. It's pretty bad when you can't even laid by a hunk of blended silicone Even an emaciated crack whore (not that I would or could EVER be with such a person...but if I was so inclined....) would be beyond my financial means at the moment







Yeah I know all about them.They aren't foolproof though of course and i'd be worried about alot of other things beyond STD/STI anyway. Namely law enforcement and the next Jeffery Dahmer. Besides.....like I said..... i'm about "as" straight as humans get, so I know there would be a tremendous "ick factor" involved in something like this for me even if it was risk-free.







Hmmm....well....it's always a great blow to my ego to admit that someone else may know something I don't, but I must say, i'm probably not familiar with the techniques/methods you're referring to. Care to share?.....i'm always willing to try something new in a world where hardly anything is under the sun.







Well......I CAN be....but that doesn't mean I can always be the sexual equivalent of the Eveready Bunny.


That all depends on numerous factors and no need to mention them here.

Still....I seem to have a pretty short refractory period and I can erupt several times a day even at my ripe ole' age (40).

Especially during times (like now and the past few months) when if i'm not defacto hypersexual....i'm close enough.







Hmmmm....who wrote and/or sang this? It sounds like something "Captain Beefheart" or one of those other obscure white stoner acts from the 70's would do...lol.

what if she wore flesh-colored socks? if she were a 10 otherwise, i get the impression you threw a fine catch back in for somebody else to enjoy.



i will pm you with the salacious details.



lucky you. when i was forty ages ago, i had that facility also, which was extremely frustrating for me 'cause i had no fleshlight back then, much less a willing partner. i was a roiling mass of frustrated, thwarted rage back then.



it was a r&b "dirty blues" type of hit for billy ward and the dominos, back in 1954. a few years later, he wrote a parody sequel to that song where he complains about not being able to do it for 60 minutes anymore. maybe he should have called it "[i can't] get [it] on up."

Wow! Not exactly what came to mind when I read the word "doodad." Much more interesting, though. May I hazard to guess that you have a keen interest in music and audio equipment? That spectral retoucher sounds great--I didn't even know such a thing existed. And I know what a record is! I used to have a nice little record collection myself and have always wanted a phonograph.

You haven't bored me. I'm afraid I haven't really got much in the way of doodads myself, though. I was simply curious. ^_^ Thanks for sharing.

what did you believe i meant by "doodads"? this enquiring mind wants to know.
ever since i read an article in [defunct] high fidelity magazine back in may of '87 about the then-new field of digital audio restoration, i determined that i had to start doing that myself. i then had a large record collection in dire need of such, but i had to wait until the technology came down in price, in the mid-90s, before i could do it in earnest.
and what happened to your record collection? over 99% of all recorded music over the last century, is in non-CD form, on LP records, 45 & 78 rpm discs, cassette tapes, 8-track tapes. only the most mainstream stuff made the transition to CD.



if you were to get some doodads, what would they be? i am curious.

Trinkets and baubles were what immediately came to mind.



I gave it away when I moved a few years ago. And I did not know that about recorded music formats, but I can believe it. Makes me want to go out and look for old, forgotten jazz/blues records. In fact, that sounds like a lovely hobby. I should keep it in mind for when I'm a little more settled (collecting things and moving around do not go well together).



I'm not sure, really, I've never really thought about it. I would want a phonograph, as I mentioned, but otherwise, I'd need to give it thought. Not much springs immediately to mind. Does a telescope count as a doodad? Probably not, but I'd like one.

Ackman, he sounds like an interesting person....

SuperBoyIan or TallyMan. Both legends!

Unfortunatly, I have no choice if I get to meet MotherKnowsBest or not

reginaterrae