Kink shit

I'm always interested when I go down a line of, what I presume to be ladies, and the first one tells me her box is only for girlfriends, her rectum is where the fellas frequent, the next one tells you upfront, because soon people are not okay with it, that at the moment before orgasm she like to be closed fist beaten in the face like a damn man because it intensifies the erotic experience for her. That is opening an ugly door because as much as your pleasure in that would be my agony, I also could not share a deep desire, but would insist on the thread of logic that I go cold numb beating you in the face for your gratification it would be selfish and a holding back from me aspects of her sexual for which I feel you should be more open to me and my feelings of cold nausea which I endure for you but will not again if you will not allow me to try out beating you hand over fist for my own testing at least once. This girl give me the most sharp feeling of figurative castration, I physically check to make sure my cock and balls have not been clean sliced off. That would make me feel very uncomfortable to beat a beautiful little misguided queen in her damn face for her to love the shit out of it. The next gal you talk to tells you that she's into golden showers and I don't know about anyone else but I don't gravitate towards people who like for another to express there waste upon the person of themselves for kicks. Thank you, I recognize that you did feel comfortable enough with me to think of me when you thought of being urinated upon and sullied most foul but I don't want any, and I want us to spend a much more significant amount of time outside of each others company from now on. The next one is nice and it seems to be a potential and then she drops the "and those poor devils how worship that Allah or whatever it is.". I check to see if I have cracked teeth out of my fucking head in my amazement that people's concept of the fabric of all that is greater than them can be consistently so common, so simple, and so small, still. I need to leave now as none of the ladies I spoke to were, except of a very basic level of just manners and civics, not worth looking at. And I contemplate what is happenin' that I struggle to find people to carry on a conversation of any magnitude with that can focus attention for that a fleeting moment. That's sad, I can find, around any corner in this world, someone who is steady, and without fail, breakin' the shit out their precious lil' heart. The block happen to be on has three places on it they know of where they can get a temporary moment of bliss where they don't have to known that if they are to do any of that they have heart and inspiration for they will be doing it alone a solitary act of representation of the them that no one seemed to care to even meet and the beautiful dreams never shared by another. If it was just an act of piaty that was always singular then, shit, I cudda been workin' on a gooooood drunk on a beach or maybe even a serious high that was actually enjoyable as opposed jus' sloppy and dehydrated. I feel like when I talk I am looked at with the distrust of someone who may do quite a bit thinking for himself with the aftertaste of eeling incompatible with the kind of person who regularly exercises independent thinking. I didn't even go into the fact that I look at products from raw materials base to manufacturing process and location to corporate base. They would have me escorted from the building if I had said unashamed that I tried to be thoughtful in every aspect of what is a unified whole. I almost feel as if I have no kindred whom, even astrally, walk side by side with me. Not getting too deep in the quantum theory of it, I'm just speaking as a man who feels lonely, is not sure that he has anyone who is a friend to him, and could use one on occasion.