Uncommon Curiosity

My beloved trolls and stalkers helpful friends,

By now you must have realized that I’m one seriously twisted fuck, so, for the love of all that is good and right with the world, please stop reading me now.  Go read a book, go surf the net – hell, go surf for real cuz it’s fucking awesome, but please, just go find something, anything else to do, cuz you’ve gotta stop reading this blog.  There’s nothing here for you, just the poorly-written ramblings of a pathetic cheating loser, unapologetic to a fault.

Take, for instance, my complete inability to settle on one easy-to-define fucking identity.  When I started writing years ago, I was an “i” and I wrote straight submissive shit about what my nasty bio-Boy Master wanted to do to me, and now that I’ve met the genderqueer man of my dreams I’m pretty much exclusively dominant and gay.  Really, WTF?  I mean, I can’t even work out my fucking orientation, so how the hell am I gonna say anything useful about the world around me?

And that fucking poly shit I keep talking about?  What sort of smoke and fucking mirrors ball of bullcrap is that?  Everyone knows that poly is just another word for “I don’t give a fuck about what anyone else wants and so I’m gonna sleep with everyone” because there’s no way in hell a group of adults could be mature enough to come up with some new fucking paradigm for how to live together.   I mean, really, whom am I fucking kidding?   Like Kyle and his wife and I could get along really well and actually have feelings for one another and wish the best for each other…it’s laughable, really, when you think about it.

And that stuff Kyle and I spew out on Twitter and then repost here?  Not only do I think it’s really fucking hot, but it doesn’t even come close to scratching the surface of my deepest, most disgustingly nasty desires.  Sometimes I wanna do things to Kyle that don’t even have names yet – and you know I’ve looked, cuz I’m just that fucked up.   Sometimes I even have to resort to pictures to try to show him what I wanna do, and sometimes I just have to show him in person and hope to god he’s as twisted as I am and won’t make me stop before I’ve gotten at least one of us off.  And I’m arrogant enough to think that somewhere out there there’s someone as fucked up and twisted as I am who wants to read every nasty word of it.  Yeah, I said it.  I think that putting it here will fucking help someone.

Clearly, I’m beyond help.  There’s nothing you can say to save me – quick, run and save yourself while you still know right from wrong.

That guy I fell in love with?  The one who doesn’t look anything like (insert your favorite heartthrob here because I really couldn’t give a fuck about what’s popular on tv this season)?  The one who kinda looks like a girl but kinda looks like a boy and I keep talking about his dick, but you’re pretty sure he doesn’t have one?  I happen to think he’s the best-looking piece of ass on the planet, and I wouldn’t trade him for the world.  Believe it or not, I’m not in some sort of chemically-induced, fucked-up denial, I actually think he’s the hottest thing ever, and, yeah, I’m gonna keep on posting naked pictures of him here cuz he’s just so damn awesome.  So, yeah, I’m thinking that so much barefaced raw adoration is probably gonna just burn right though your eyes into your skull, tearing a cock-sized hole in your decency, so you’d better go find another place to troll.

Cuz you know that, no matter how much I love humanity, and I do, if anyone so much as breathes wrong in his direction, I’ll be off again like some stupid-ass pit bull, spouting vile insults that I’ll eventually regret.  Not cuz he needs it, but because I can’t help myself, and you know I’m never gonna fucking learn because I’m too fucking arrogant to know how to keep my mouth shut and sit quietly on the side like those other nice girls.  And you don’t wanna keep reading, hoping I’ll change, because I’m telling you now that there’s no hope for me.

I can see that you and me, we’re not ever gonna see eye-to-eye.  So I’ll do you a favor and admit I’m a lost cause, a fucker who’ll never learn.  And you can go spend your time somewhere where you can spread your words of wisdom and they won’t just whither in the sand.

Cuz I’m just fucked-up enough to keep on writing my sad-assed posts like anybody gives a shit and your comments are just egging me on, so it’d be best for you to just turn away from me and my sad, pathetic rants

and leave me the fuck alone.

Hugs and kisses,

Roxy