I never ever got porn.
Why would I want to watch other people get laid and not me?
What I am interested in is ads I get served on myspace.
Such as an ad that said "overcome porn with jesus"
(if you're a girl you probably don't get ads like that - all the ads on myspace are targeted)
here's what it said on the site:
The purpose of this website is to help people like you and I, overcome bondages and addictions caused by Pornography.
Statistics show that in average, 50% - 65% of Christian men are involved with pornography. We fear the figures are much higher.
Today we have the availability of pornographic explicit images, videos, and games at the touch of our fingertips. It is now much easier to access such content without enduring embarrassment or getting caught. We are living in a dark era that is exploiting women , men, children, and even animals to produce sexual arouse and sinful satisfactions.
This website is for those of you that have come to a dead end in your struggle overcoming these addictions or for people that would like to have a roadmap to avoid these addictions from the start.
How much healing should I expect?
If the Son therefore shall make you free, you shall be free indeed" John 8:36
Yes... you will totally be set free and finally get rid of the bondage & compulsive desire.
Maybe you came up with “another theory” of recovery. Who knows? The bottom line is that nothing will really set you free unless you are delivered by the power of God. You will be craving your Porn every day of your life and will be miserable and acting miserable. Your attitude will change and you will go through crazy mood swings. Not only that.... The minute you get a chance you will fall again.
I'm actually working for some christians at the moment. They always pay me really well. In fact they given me a month long contract in July for 15k.
nice.
Saturday, May 24, 2008
Mr. & Mrs. Right
I’ve been so busy at work and considered that I might be going crazy.
I’ve been thinking about becoming a better person.
Not right away, but y’know, soon. And I’ve been wanting to blog about how I’ve been thinking about becoming a better person recently.
But every time I try, I sound like a big fuckin gay and feeling how smug all those fuckin penniless lesbian losers who are always telling me I’m arrogant and shallow and all the rest would be.
I mean just because even after you got your stupid arts degree you’re not smart enough to get a decent job and make half what I do and your boyfriend looks like a bum it doesn’t make me shallow, k?
I like models for the same reason I like chocolate. It’s yummy to put in your mouth.
Liking chocolate and german automobiles and models doesn’t make me shallow it just means I like nice things. I don’t like second rate shit.
But I work too hard.
And I get frustrated, so I take my frustrations out by being arrogant and insensitive, because I reason, “that’s life”.
Or did you fail to realise you've grown up in a world obsessed with money and sex? Did you not see that one coming?
And you call ME shallow. sheesh. "Don't hate the player, sweetheart . . ."
Like I laugh at people who want to ban GE.
”oh! You should have thought about that 30 years ago when your capitalist overlords introduced it secretly! Oh well. Maybe next time.”
So there I was, I was sort of complaining mournfully that
“there’s no one in my life that inspires me”
Which is true.
Or considering that because I’m kind of arrogant and a womaniser, the only women I attract are second rate, and I just cant connect to them. It’s kinda lonely. Diddums.
In fact, I was lying awake in bed and the realisation just hit me.
A NEW BEAMER OR BENZY IN THE NEXT FEW MONTHS WILL IN NO WAY GET YOU CLOSER TO MEETING A WOMEN YOU RESPECT.
it’s fuckin’ depressing. But it’s true.
But if you’ve ever had a girlfriend you’ll know that they don’t want you to succeed and realise your potential and dreams. They just want you to watch a DVD with them.
By the time you’re talking about walks along the beach you can forget it, I got this money to make.
Often I compare the way I behave to a hot chick. If you know any hot chicks, you’ll know that they have what is known as a “bitch switch”.
It’s used to keep loser guys away by instantly turning into a cold, nasty little cow, that will cut them down the moment they try to lay down their ragged game.
And this is often why I act like an arrogant prick, because it keeps girls who aren’t too bright and have emotional problems and dont think that hard away.
I mean, I tell you I'm arrogant and shallow, so I must be, right?
That’s when I realised that’s what my problem is.
I’m like a hot chick. Sitting there, waiting. Waiting for a half decent guy with some real game to come along and in the meantime amusing myself swatting flies away.
I know plenty of hot chicks who just have got way too caught up in the fact that theyre hot, and that that’s all they’re expected to be, so theyre happy with themselves, and meantime theyre just wasting their life and their looks waiting for what they think theyre entitled to.
I don’t want to be like that any more!
I’ve always said that the kind of people I hate are the people who’s only aim in life is to be better than theyre best friend. I hate those small little worm people. If you have a friend like that, just find things to throw at them until they go away.
So yeah. The fact that I’ve got a better job and am a lot smarter and cooler than you means I can act superior if I want.
But is that improving myself, is that taking me to a higher level of achievement, inspiration and personal development?
Or am I just stuck in a sad little rut like you are?
Most chicks are never going to meet the guy they dream of. Theyre just going to settle for some dude who is getting too old to do better.
So I dunno. I’m going to start by visiting my granma in the home more often, and then maybe I been thinking of yknow, like volunteering at starship or looking at other ways I could impress hot chicks by being caring and stuff.
Girls don’t really care about this stuff. They just want a lie to believe, one they can share with their friends.
But that’s not the point.
And maybe rather being gratified that I’m a rich prick who’d run circles round most, I’m gonna look forward to being gratified that I am . . . Mr. Right.
But maybe being Mr. Right does make me a better person.
I’ve been thinking about becoming a better person.
Not right away, but y’know, soon. And I’ve been wanting to blog about how I’ve been thinking about becoming a better person recently.
But every time I try, I sound like a big fuckin gay and feeling how smug all those fuckin penniless lesbian losers who are always telling me I’m arrogant and shallow and all the rest would be.
I mean just because even after you got your stupid arts degree you’re not smart enough to get a decent job and make half what I do and your boyfriend looks like a bum it doesn’t make me shallow, k?
I like models for the same reason I like chocolate. It’s yummy to put in your mouth.
Liking chocolate and german automobiles and models doesn’t make me shallow it just means I like nice things. I don’t like second rate shit.
But I work too hard.
And I get frustrated, so I take my frustrations out by being arrogant and insensitive, because I reason, “that’s life”.
Or did you fail to realise you've grown up in a world obsessed with money and sex? Did you not see that one coming?
And you call ME shallow. sheesh. "Don't hate the player, sweetheart . . ."
Like I laugh at people who want to ban GE.
”oh! You should have thought about that 30 years ago when your capitalist overlords introduced it secretly! Oh well. Maybe next time.”
So there I was, I was sort of complaining mournfully that
“there’s no one in my life that inspires me”
Which is true.
Or considering that because I’m kind of arrogant and a womaniser, the only women I attract are second rate, and I just cant connect to them. It’s kinda lonely. Diddums.
In fact, I was lying awake in bed and the realisation just hit me.
A NEW BEAMER OR BENZY IN THE NEXT FEW MONTHS WILL IN NO WAY GET YOU CLOSER TO MEETING A WOMEN YOU RESPECT.
it’s fuckin’ depressing. But it’s true.
But if you’ve ever had a girlfriend you’ll know that they don’t want you to succeed and realise your potential and dreams. They just want you to watch a DVD with them.
By the time you’re talking about walks along the beach you can forget it, I got this money to make.
Often I compare the way I behave to a hot chick. If you know any hot chicks, you’ll know that they have what is known as a “bitch switch”.
It’s used to keep loser guys away by instantly turning into a cold, nasty little cow, that will cut them down the moment they try to lay down their ragged game.
And this is often why I act like an arrogant prick, because it keeps girls who aren’t too bright and have emotional problems and dont think that hard away.
I mean, I tell you I'm arrogant and shallow, so I must be, right?
That’s when I realised that’s what my problem is.
I’m like a hot chick. Sitting there, waiting. Waiting for a half decent guy with some real game to come along and in the meantime amusing myself swatting flies away.
I know plenty of hot chicks who just have got way too caught up in the fact that theyre hot, and that that’s all they’re expected to be, so theyre happy with themselves, and meantime theyre just wasting their life and their looks waiting for what they think theyre entitled to.
I don’t want to be like that any more!
I’ve always said that the kind of people I hate are the people who’s only aim in life is to be better than theyre best friend. I hate those small little worm people. If you have a friend like that, just find things to throw at them until they go away.
So yeah. The fact that I’ve got a better job and am a lot smarter and cooler than you means I can act superior if I want.
But is that improving myself, is that taking me to a higher level of achievement, inspiration and personal development?
Or am I just stuck in a sad little rut like you are?
Most chicks are never going to meet the guy they dream of. Theyre just going to settle for some dude who is getting too old to do better.
So I dunno. I’m going to start by visiting my granma in the home more often, and then maybe I been thinking of yknow, like volunteering at starship or looking at other ways I could impress hot chicks by being caring and stuff.
Girls don’t really care about this stuff. They just want a lie to believe, one they can share with their friends.
But that’s not the point.
And maybe rather being gratified that I’m a rich prick who’d run circles round most, I’m gonna look forward to being gratified that I am . . . Mr. Right.
But maybe being Mr. Right does make me a better person.
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Fruit Salad
Yummy yummy.
Pretty much.
I been Dr. Philling out on every fucker in sight this weekend. I see cats walking down the street and basically i’m all on them asking them whether they’re recognising the responsibilities they have in their relationships and the roles they’re playing there.
Even this massive samoan guy at the gas station who tried to take my place in the queue I addressed my issues toward him and challenged whether the expectations he was placing on me were realistic.
Yeah I’m getting a mortgage.
Hot, huh?
I’m turning into dad.
WOULD YOU BLOODY KIDS QUIETEN DOWN?!
Or the lot of ya’s will have a bloody thick ear!
oh wait that’s illegal now isn’t it?
gay
Fruit salad! Yummy yummy
Pretty much.
I been Dr. Philling out on every fucker in sight this weekend. I see cats walking down the street and basically i’m all on them asking them whether they’re recognising the responsibilities they have in their relationships and the roles they’re playing there.
Even this massive samoan guy at the gas station who tried to take my place in the queue I addressed my issues toward him and challenged whether the expectations he was placing on me were realistic.
Yeah I’m getting a mortgage.
Hot, huh?
I’m turning into dad.
WOULD YOU BLOODY KIDS QUIETEN DOWN?!
Or the lot of ya’s will have a bloody thick ear!
oh wait that’s illegal now isn’t it?
gay
Fruit salad! Yummy yummy
Hate facebook
So I was on facebook.
- You can’t keep a good cyber stalker down -
There’s this guy I owe payback to for something that happend way back, so I was stalking away on facebook, hunting him down like a dog for the pain he visited upon my people, to y’know, strike him down and rain great vengeance upon him.
Nothing illegal! You don’t have to break the law to put people in misery.
(another good reason to be successful - paying back those who brought you suffering in kind. And no I don’t mean ex’s. Sheesh. I mean like thieves, perverts and attackers. Bad guys.
)
when I notice - because I barely know how to use the fuckin thing - some hottie all messaged me last year about blah blah blah myspace did you have a good time at the gig last night rah rah rah . . .
- Green lights mean go -
and I’m like oh HOT
click on her . . .
on her pic
to see her profile to see if she’s single . . .
My options are:
1 - Add to friends
2 - Message
3 - View friends
No, you don’t understand me. I want to see her profile. I want to see if she’s single.
FACEBOOK, WHAT ABOUT "SEE IF IS SHE SINGLE?"
WHAT ABOUT FUCKING LOOK AT HER PROFILE TO SEE IF SHE’S SINGLE.
FACEBOOK, THAT IS WHAT I WANT TO KNOW.
I’m astounded.
How much do I hate that website?
- You can’t keep a good cyber stalker down -
There’s this guy I owe payback to for something that happend way back, so I was stalking away on facebook, hunting him down like a dog for the pain he visited upon my people, to y’know, strike him down and rain great vengeance upon him.
Nothing illegal! You don’t have to break the law to put people in misery.
(another good reason to be successful - paying back those who brought you suffering in kind. And no I don’t mean ex’s. Sheesh. I mean like thieves, perverts and attackers. Bad guys.
)
when I notice - because I barely know how to use the fuckin thing - some hottie all messaged me last year about blah blah blah myspace did you have a good time at the gig last night rah rah rah . . .
- Green lights mean go -
and I’m like oh HOT
click on her . . .
on her pic
to see her profile to see if she’s single . . .
My options are:
1 - Add to friends
2 - Message
3 - View friends
No, you don’t understand me. I want to see her profile. I want to see if she’s single.
FACEBOOK, WHAT ABOUT "SEE IF IS SHE SINGLE?"
WHAT ABOUT FUCKING LOOK AT HER PROFILE TO SEE IF SHE’S SINGLE.
FACEBOOK, THAT IS WHAT I WANT TO KNOW.
I’m astounded.
How much do I hate that website?
Wombat Rape
Things have a funny old way of working out.
Though people who know me know sometimes I wear eyeliner for cheap thrills, on the whole I like to be a winner which means I don’t really take an interest in poor people, ugly people, stupid people and particularly . . . boring people and thier problems.
But we’ve all got tests to face. I’ve been meaning to blog about my recent religious experiences.
You see growing up in grey lynn I was taught from a young age that it’s okay for a man to put his penis up another man’s bottom, that voting national is wrong no matter how much you earn, and that believing in god is for uneducated people.
It is said that a man is really two men.
The man he is and the man he wants to be.
The man I want to be would probably date more models, but more importantly, wouldn’t have missed the awesome party last night.
But we all have tests to face and challenges to overcome. It is the will of the universe. The idea that the will of the universe is an old man who has a beard and sits on a cloud is obviously the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard.
Sometimes you have to miss an awesome party in order to maintain your commitment to becoming, superior, smug, and dating more models.
Is it destiny, is it the will of the universe, is it some dude with a beard?
What’s the difference?
Things have a funny old way of working out.
Sometimes you work out and do your crunches to some driving drum’n bass.
Sometimes you put on some indie and think about a girl you used to know.
Sometimes you pump up an 80’s power anthem and punch the air because you’re a winner.
We’re following up on recent goat rape news with this wombat-strikes-back report.
A NEW Zealand man has been sentenced to community work after telling police he was raped by a wombat and the experience had made him speak "Australian".
Arthur Ross Cradock, 48, from the South Island town of Motueka, called police on February 11 and told them he was being raped at his home by the wombat and he needed help, The Nelson Mail newspaper reported.
The orchard worker later called back and said: "Apart from speaking Australian now, I’m pretty all right, you know."
Cradock pleaded guilty in the local court to using a phone for a fictitious purpose. He was sentenced to 75 hours’ community work.
Police prosecutor Sergeant Chris Stringer told the court alcohol played a large role in Cradock’s life.
Though people who know me know sometimes I wear eyeliner for cheap thrills, on the whole I like to be a winner which means I don’t really take an interest in poor people, ugly people, stupid people and particularly . . . boring people and thier problems.
But we’ve all got tests to face. I’ve been meaning to blog about my recent religious experiences.
You see growing up in grey lynn I was taught from a young age that it’s okay for a man to put his penis up another man’s bottom, that voting national is wrong no matter how much you earn, and that believing in god is for uneducated people.
It is said that a man is really two men.
The man he is and the man he wants to be.
The man I want to be would probably date more models, but more importantly, wouldn’t have missed the awesome party last night.
But we all have tests to face and challenges to overcome. It is the will of the universe. The idea that the will of the universe is an old man who has a beard and sits on a cloud is obviously the stupidest thing i’ve ever heard.
Sometimes you have to miss an awesome party in order to maintain your commitment to becoming, superior, smug, and dating more models.
Is it destiny, is it the will of the universe, is it some dude with a beard?
What’s the difference?
Things have a funny old way of working out.
Sometimes you work out and do your crunches to some driving drum’n bass.
Sometimes you put on some indie and think about a girl you used to know.
Sometimes you pump up an 80’s power anthem and punch the air because you’re a winner.
We’re following up on recent goat rape news with this wombat-strikes-back report.
A NEW Zealand man has been sentenced to community work after telling police he was raped by a wombat and the experience had made him speak "Australian".
Arthur Ross Cradock, 48, from the South Island town of Motueka, called police on February 11 and told them he was being raped at his home by the wombat and he needed help, The Nelson Mail newspaper reported.
The orchard worker later called back and said: "Apart from speaking Australian now, I’m pretty all right, you know."
Cradock pleaded guilty in the local court to using a phone for a fictitious purpose. He was sentenced to 75 hours’ community work.
Police prosecutor Sergeant Chris Stringer told the court alcohol played a large role in Cradock’s life.
Man and Goat
Man and Goat
oh the questions that remain . . . how did he get caught???
Was it a boy or a girl goat? was the goat underage? Pretty shabby journalism really.
I mean seriously. HOW did he get caught?
Did someone say to the goat . . . "show me on this doll where the man touched you?"
Final name suppression was granted today to a North Canterbury man who admitted trying to have sex with a goat.
In Rangiora District Court, Judge Brian Callaghan ordered the man, who turns 69 tomorrow, to undergo two years of intense supervision.
Judge Callaghan said the behaviour was "unusual, perverse and depraved" but his family, including the man’s wife, continued to support him and publication of his name would negatively affect any chances of his rehabilitation.
"It is unfortunate that cases of this nature, the way things are, attract overwhelming media publicity," the judge said.
"There is no doubt a prurient interest (in the case) that people will want to read about. Unfortunately that is human nature."
He said he believed the man’s wife was "bearing the greatest burden here".
The judge noted the man’s previous sexual offending against pre-pubescent girls more than 20 years ago, which, he said, might explain why he chose an animal to satisfy his sexual urges.
"You are a sad case, really," Judge Callaghan said. "This is such perverse and depraved behaviour it reflects a person of enormous deficiency in personality."
At his earlier appearance the court was told the man believed he would not get caught because "animals couldn’t talk" and he would not be "told on".
He had pleaded guilty then to the charge of attempting to commit bestiality with a goat.
Police said the man admitted taking the goat to the rear of his small lifestyle property in a rural township and trying to have sex with it.
After the unsuccessful attempt, the man did up his trousers, patted the goat and walked off.
"He was contrite but said he was unable to stop the behaviour," the police prosecutor said.
Urging Judge Callaghan to grant final name suppression, lawyer Andrew McCormick said the man had "significant personal problems", was unsophisticated, and as an "untreated sex offender" was at a high risk of reoffending.
When the public became aware of earlier offending against children he’d been "run out of town" and suffered regular beatings.
He’d suffered the "full spotlight of the public" and believed he was a prisoner in his own home, fearful of going out because of public hostility.
The man also suffered from a number of medical conditions, including sexual dysfunction.
"If this man’s identity is before the public, he and his family would become pariahs in the community," Mr McCormick said.
Judge Callaghan noted the maximum penalty for similar offending had been reduced from life imprisonment at the turn of the 20th century to one of 3-1/2 years.
But he said he believed a jail sentence was not warranted despite the "niggling issue of sexual offending against young females over 20 years ago".
oh the questions that remain . . . how did he get caught???
Was it a boy or a girl goat? was the goat underage? Pretty shabby journalism really.
I mean seriously. HOW did he get caught?
Did someone say to the goat . . . "show me on this doll where the man touched you?"
Final name suppression was granted today to a North Canterbury man who admitted trying to have sex with a goat.
In Rangiora District Court, Judge Brian Callaghan ordered the man, who turns 69 tomorrow, to undergo two years of intense supervision.
Judge Callaghan said the behaviour was "unusual, perverse and depraved" but his family, including the man’s wife, continued to support him and publication of his name would negatively affect any chances of his rehabilitation.
"It is unfortunate that cases of this nature, the way things are, attract overwhelming media publicity," the judge said.
"There is no doubt a prurient interest (in the case) that people will want to read about. Unfortunately that is human nature."
He said he believed the man’s wife was "bearing the greatest burden here".
The judge noted the man’s previous sexual offending against pre-pubescent girls more than 20 years ago, which, he said, might explain why he chose an animal to satisfy his sexual urges.
"You are a sad case, really," Judge Callaghan said. "This is such perverse and depraved behaviour it reflects a person of enormous deficiency in personality."
At his earlier appearance the court was told the man believed he would not get caught because "animals couldn’t talk" and he would not be "told on".
He had pleaded guilty then to the charge of attempting to commit bestiality with a goat.
Police said the man admitted taking the goat to the rear of his small lifestyle property in a rural township and trying to have sex with it.
After the unsuccessful attempt, the man did up his trousers, patted the goat and walked off.
"He was contrite but said he was unable to stop the behaviour," the police prosecutor said.
Urging Judge Callaghan to grant final name suppression, lawyer Andrew McCormick said the man had "significant personal problems", was unsophisticated, and as an "untreated sex offender" was at a high risk of reoffending.
When the public became aware of earlier offending against children he’d been "run out of town" and suffered regular beatings.
He’d suffered the "full spotlight of the public" and believed he was a prisoner in his own home, fearful of going out because of public hostility.
The man also suffered from a number of medical conditions, including sexual dysfunction.
"If this man’s identity is before the public, he and his family would become pariahs in the community," Mr McCormick said.
Judge Callaghan noted the maximum penalty for similar offending had been reduced from life imprisonment at the turn of the 20th century to one of 3-1/2 years.
But he said he believed a jail sentence was not warranted despite the "niggling issue of sexual offending against young females over 20 years ago".
Mr. Good Enough?
I just LOVE sexual politics. In case you didn’t know.
You really shouldn’t get the wrong idea.
But you can still delete me if you like, I always get sick of stupid people eventually anyway and there are heaps of stupid people on my friends list.
There are some people on my friends list who - if I was a REAL friend - I would tell them to stop using myspace as an excuse to act 15 years old.
But you know what girls are like. The truth is not one of their favourite things.
Did you see that article in the sunday star about settling for mr. good enough?
basically if you’re 30 and an 8, you should accept that you’re an 8 and settle for an 8 husband rather than holding out for a 10 and before you know it 40 and a 5 and settling for a 5 husband.
It’s so calculating isn’t it?
Don’t you just love post-feminism?
so let me get this straight.
When you’re ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />erin brokovich and you’re using your cleavage to save the planet, you’re sexually empowered, but when you’re pushing 40 and losing your looks, you’re best to just take what you can before you die "lonely and childless"?
Or could it be that maybe buying into all this "sexual empowerment" shit is basically setting yourself up for a fall because you chose to define yourself in terms of your sexuality because you have a sweet rack rather than say . . . oh I dunno . . .
your basic essence of goodness as a human being?
I dunno. Men are programmed to want to fuck.
You want to sell something to a guy? Put a hot chick next to it. You’ll see this . . . oh . . . everywhere?
Men are programmed to sexually profile women without even thinking consciously about it.
And that’s the reason guys are into blondes. Only young girls have naturally blonde hair while the boobs are there because men don’t have that greater noses like other animals that can smell when shes keen, so the boobs tell the man that she’s not too young.
And of course on top of tits thats another crazy thing about human females. While other animals go on heat, human females are always keen.
Thats a whole nother story to do with how useless human children are that they need two parents (another reason men are programmed to basically just want to fuck) but anyway.
The boob jobs and the short skirts and the blonde dye jobs . . . is that instinct too?
Or maybe sexual empowerment is just another marketing scam . . .
Not saying there’s anything wrong with marketing!!!!
hahaha
You really shouldn’t get the wrong idea.
But you can still delete me if you like, I always get sick of stupid people eventually anyway and there are heaps of stupid people on my friends list.
There are some people on my friends list who - if I was a REAL friend - I would tell them to stop using myspace as an excuse to act 15 years old.
But you know what girls are like. The truth is not one of their favourite things.
Did you see that article in the sunday star about settling for mr. good enough?
basically if you’re 30 and an 8, you should accept that you’re an 8 and settle for an 8 husband rather than holding out for a 10 and before you know it 40 and a 5 and settling for a 5 husband.
It’s so calculating isn’t it?
Don’t you just love post-feminism?
so let me get this straight.
When you’re ..:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" />erin brokovich and you’re using your cleavage to save the planet, you’re sexually empowered, but when you’re pushing 40 and losing your looks, you’re best to just take what you can before you die "lonely and childless"?
Or could it be that maybe buying into all this "sexual empowerment" shit is basically setting yourself up for a fall because you chose to define yourself in terms of your sexuality because you have a sweet rack rather than say . . . oh I dunno . . .
your basic essence of goodness as a human being?
I dunno. Men are programmed to want to fuck.
You want to sell something to a guy? Put a hot chick next to it. You’ll see this . . . oh . . . everywhere?
Men are programmed to sexually profile women without even thinking consciously about it.
And that’s the reason guys are into blondes. Only young girls have naturally blonde hair while the boobs are there because men don’t have that greater noses like other animals that can smell when shes keen, so the boobs tell the man that she’s not too young.
And of course on top of tits thats another crazy thing about human females. While other animals go on heat, human females are always keen.
Thats a whole nother story to do with how useless human children are that they need two parents (another reason men are programmed to basically just want to fuck) but anyway.
The boob jobs and the short skirts and the blonde dye jobs . . . is that instinct too?
Or maybe sexual empowerment is just another marketing scam . . .
Not saying there’s anything wrong with marketing!!!!
hahaha
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