Monthly Archives: February 2020

The Misfit

It was February, I just got back from a 3 week vacation from the snow and settling back into the routine of life back in my adopted home city.

And then it happened, maybe due to boredom, maybe due to a desire to explore.

I met a skank with a unique haircut and dress sense, tatted up and fit, and a total misfit in this homogeneous society I was living in. I didn’t think much of it, initially brushing off her calls to catch up. But in the end I thought it would maybe be interesting.

I would never want to be seen with her in public but the exploration in private was intriguing.

A third cultured up-bringing over three countries, deviation of family expectations and simply ending up with in the wrong crowd at the wrong time left her in this state. But to me that didn’t really matter, her life was funded through previous generations and she simply lived it as she wanted.

The trysts were random, infrequent but intense and it was a nice get away from reality where perhaps I was sometimes overwhelmed with stress. The chill, casual nature of it was a perk as I’d bumped into her once at a shopping centre with the company of another companion and it wasn’t an awkward greeting at all. I guess when people can’t fathom the combination of two polar opposites it’s hard to really feel suspicious.

In the end, I had bigger issues to deal with and “forgot” to reply to too often for it to continue and I wasn’t one bit worried or fussed, but then the other day, I see her at an airport somewhere totally random and we exchange smiles and continue walking in our intended directions.

Bitter Bangs

Have you banged a girl and despised her so much that you simply hate fucked her the whole time?

I think it’s happened to me a lot more in Melbourne than anywhere else in the world. The amount of bitter feminist skanks that spread their legs open and take me raw despite having opposing views or beliefs to me is something that points me to the direction of irrationality in women. You can always take this to your benefit.

You simply cannot negotiate desire. 

That’s the truth of it all: turn them on, bang them out.

In other parts of the world there might be elements of romance, some alignment of views, and a respect that forms, although it may only be for a whim, there’s a common ground of care that precedes the fornication.

But in feminist nations, it’s rarely the case for me these days.

I was in London recently and the same thing happened. A girl I met, nothing in common besides that fact that she’s DTF and I’m giving it out. Talking shit, going through the motions she drops hints about her feminist values, these annoy me on the inside but I let them slide, eventually this goes on where I realise, god, this girl is a mess and annoying, so since it was almost time to pull, I told myself..

“Ok, just go through with this and regret it after”

So I plowed through, took her back and slammed.

It wasn’t bad on a physical level but then after I emptied my load, all I could think about was which Tube stop to take, how to walk there, when will I make it to meet up with a friend later.

I simply couldn’t force myself to stay there any longer. The lack of attraction besides purely physical just became more and more evident. I think she got the hint and asked if I was in a hurry to which I said…

“Yeah, sadly – wish I could stay a bit longer”

It was all a smoke-screen of the reality, sometimes you need to just say these things these days, especially in the post #MeToo era where there’s no telling what could really happen when a girl changes her mind about you.

I finished up, hopped on the tube then met up with a friend who I hadn’t seen in over 4 years. We both discussed our views on girls in London, he was spending most of his time in other parts of Europe and told me he was over the London scene. I guess that’s what being in a place for a few years can do to you.