This blog isn’t here. It’s there.
Ok – I'm getting ready to move to WordPress. If you're into that kind of thing, you can watch in real time over at my new domain – www.mydissolutelife.com. I should be up and running there in a few days, but keep coming here until I actually move.
but Google has reactivated my G+ profile. I still think I'm going to investigate moving away from Blogger, and ponder getting off G+. I think it's really hit home how much I'm product, rather than customer for them. I think I might prefer to be someone's customer….
I have a love/hate relationship with porn. On the love side, I consume it regularly. It’s my favorite masturbation accompaniment – I prefer it to fantasy infinitely. Well, that’s not quite right: fantasy plays a huge part in my life – it’s just not how I bring myself off when I’m rubbing my cock. That’s how I use porn. And not just when jerking off – also as a sort of idle leisure-time activity.
On the hate side? The vast majority of porn not only doesn’t arouse me – it actively turns me off. There’s almost no porn (other than, as I’ve written, X-Art, Amateur Allure, and the “OnlyAllSites” suite of web sites) that resonates for me, and, the way I’m wired, I’m constantly in touch with the portion of my reaction to anything (including/especially that which I find most satisfying) that’s disappointed. So herewith – a review of the porn I dislike least. A healthier person might manage to present this as a review of the porn I like most, but hey – that would be another dude’s blog.
Fuckers disabled my Google+ profile. I don't know if this means that Blogger is about to disable me and this blog too, but it's definitely complexifying my life for now, as my Blogger profile and my G+ profile were linked.
Some requests for you, gentle readers:
1) E-mail me here if you want me to notify you where my blog lands up. I promise to use your e-mail for no purpose other than that, not to share it with anyone for any reason, and to delete it after notifying you.
2) If you're not comfortable with that, which I perfectly well would understand, google "mydissolutelife" in a week or so's time – I hope to be up and running somewhere else shortly.
3) Give me advice on blogging platforms: what's good for us smutty, pseudonymous folks? Is it WordPress? Something else?
4) Make some noise about Google's unfortunate "Names Policy" and "User Content and Conduct Policy." I understand that I'm not the customer – the people they sell my information to is/are – but Google is a utility, and a natural monopoly, and its behavior (and that of Facebook, too, which is similarly a natural monopoly) should be regulated.
Check out the message I get when I try to log on to G+:
"After reviewing your profile, we determined that some of the content (for example text, images, or name) violates the Google+ User Content and Conduct Policy or Names Policy. Please remember that profiles are limited to individuals; use Google+ Pages for businesses and other entities.
While suspended, you will not be able to make full use of Google services that require an active profile, such as Google+, Reader, and Picasa. This will not prevent you from using other Google services, like Gmail.
If you believe that your profile was suspended in error, or if you recently changed your profile to comply with our policies please submit your profile for reconsideration.
Your profile will be reviewed again and we will lift the suspension if it complies with our policies. Reviews are usually completed within a few days.
We're sorry for the inconvenience.
We understand that Google+ and its Names Policy may not be for everyone at this time. We'd be sad to see you go, but if you do choose to leave, make a copy of your Google+ data first. Then, click here to disable Google+."
Yesterday, I wrote about pussies – today, I write about breasts. I like them. I like them big, I like them small. Perky, saggy, big aureolae, small ones, inverted nipples, eraser nipples – you name it, I like it. With one exception: silicone. I hate silicone.
Go to any strip club, and you’re sure to see a horde of pneumatic women, breasts that don’t move when the women to whom they’re appended hang upside down on poles, breasts that defy not just gravity but entropy – by not bursting.
Why do women want these breasts? Why do men want them?
My trainer – a hot, young, thing – had beautiful B-cup breasts. (The picture below shows what her breasts used to look like.)
Unfortunately, she wanted something a little more… attention-grabbing. So she saved up and stuffed some 20s in her breasts, after first converting them into silicone. Now? She looks (to me) ridiculous. And she doesn’t look hot any more….
A wise man once said to me that the reason many men prefer large breasts is because it is a sort of insurance policy against the possibility that they might harbor some latent homosexual feelings. Or maybe it has something to do with our fantasy relationships with our moms. Who knows?
But it’s not for me.