NTONKS A OWNER OF CLUB TABU's blog: "Love Trips: Penis Love"

imikimi - Customize Your World DELIGHTED TO HAVE THE PLEASURE OF SETTING THE RECORD STRAIGHT ONCE AND FOR ALL ABOUT ME. YES, THE PREVIOUS PROFILE IS TRUE OF ME. YEP, THE RN, 1 SON, WICCAN, BEING A CANCER,FUN, EASY TO LOVE, ALLERGIC TO STUPIDITY, EVEN MY OWN IS ALL TRUE.THE PROBLEM IS I HAVENT TOLD ANYONE WHAT IT MEANS TO READ OR SAY MY NAME,ESPECIALL WHEN IT COMES FROM A MAN'S MOUTH. MY WOMEN FRIENDS WILL RELATE AND MAYBE SOME OF MY MEN "FRIENDS" BUT THOSE MEN FRIENDS SHOULDNT PAT THEMSELVES ON THE BACK. AFTER ALL, READING AND KNOWINF WHAT I AM WRITING HERE WILL BE EVENTUALLY FORGOTTEN OR GO UNNOTICED IN THE COURSE OF YOUR/THEIR LIVES. SOME OF MY "FRIENDS" MY FEEL RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS TURNING OVER A NEW LEAF FOR ME AND YOU SHOULD FEEL THIS WAY, WHATEVER THOSE FEELINGS MAY BE. I GREATLY THANK YOU FOR OPENING MY EYES AND MAKING ME LEARN MY LESSON, EVEN WHEN I DID NOT WANT TO DO SO. CALL IT A RANT OR WHATEVER YOU WISH BUT ITS A WAY OF LIFE FOR ME NOW. IM SURE I WILL LOSE SOME "FRIENDS" BUT THOSE WHO EXCEPT WHAT IT MEANS TO READ OR SAY MY NAME WILL KNOW THAT ALL APPLY AND REMEMBER THIS, LEAST THEE THINKS HE IS SPECIAL AND CAN OR HAVE WENT THERE. THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS FROM HERE ON OUT TO READ OR SAY MY NAME. DENIECE DRENCHED IN THE KNOWLEDGE THAT ALL IS FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR. I AM SIMPLY PUTTING AN END TO THE LOVE PART AND MAKING TRACKS FROM THE WAR AS WELL. SOME PEOPLE ENJOY PLAYING THE "GAME" WHILE WHISPERING TO THEIR VICTIM "BELIEVE IN YOUR HEART", " IM TORN", " I DONT KNOW WHAT I WANT" AND THE ULTIMATE ONE " I LOVE YOU" JUST TO SEE IF THE ONE WHO IS RECEIVING THESE SO CALLED "ENDEARMENTS" WILL RETURN THE TAUNTS AND PLAY THE GAME, KNOWING ALL ALONG THAT THE GAME IS RIGGED. GREAT GAME I SAY.... IF YOU LIKE PLAYING THE GAME. I USE TO PARTICIPATE... USING MY HEART AS THE ANTE CHIP, THINKING PEOPLE COULDNT BE THAT MEAN...VERY FOOLISH. NOW I HAVE PUT AWAY MY PLAYING PIECE, THE GAME PUT IN THE TRASH. SO DONT ASK OR THINK THAT YOU CAN GET ME TO PLAY OR THAT I EVEN WANT TO PLAY CAUSE THE ANSWER IS NO!!!!!!! ESTRANGED TO BULLSHIT AND SENTIMENTS ALIKE BECAUSE IN THE END ITS ME WHO DECIDES IF WHATS BEING SAID IS REALLY TRUE AND GENUINE AND FROM WHOM IT COMES FROM AND JUST TO LET YOU KNOW I NOW HAVE NO PROBLEM TELLING YOU WHAT I THINK OF YOU, NO MATTER HOW I FEEL OR FELT ABOUT YOU. NOT EVEN GOING TO ENTERTAIN PRESENT OR PREVIOUS RELATIONSHIPS THAT ARE FULL OF DOUBLE TALK AND BULLSHIT, ESECIALLY WHEN I KNOW THE ACTIONS OF THE PERSON IN THE RELATIONSHIP WE SHARE TELL A DIFFERENT STORY. TELL THE FUCKING TRUTH!! IM A WOMAN, NOT A LITTLE GIRL, I CAN TAKE IT!! AFTER ALL IF YOU DONT, I WILL!! AND WALK AWAY FOR GOOD! I AM A FIRM BELIEVER NOW OF "IF IT QUAKS LIKE A DUCK, WALKS LIKE A DUCK,THEN DAMNIT ITS A DUCK!" THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS IS NOTHING IF I DONT HAVE TO PUT UP WITH THE BULLSHIT!!! SO, DONT KID YOURSELF IF YOU THINK THAT I WILL FEEL OR BE SORRY, I WONT!!! IS NOT (FOR THOSE WHO ARE ON OR CLICK MY PAGE) GOING TO FUCKING CYBER WITH YOU, GIVE YOU NUDE OR REGULAR PICS OF MYSELF. THE FEW AND I DO MEAN FEW WHO WERE LUCKY ENOUGH TO ACHIEVE THIS FROM ME IN THE PAST, CONSIDER YOURSELF LUCKY AS THIS WILL NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN IN MY OR YOUR LIFE TIME OR THE NEXT!!! IT WOULD BEHOOVE YOU TO ACT ACCORDINGLY WITH THE PICS AND MEMORIES AND DELETE THEM AS I HAVE DONE THE SAME CAUSE IT IS AND WAS A WASTE OF TIME. I AM NOT GOING TO BOOST YOUR EGO EITHER NOR WILL I EVER MEET YOU ANYWHERE IN THIS LIFE OR THE NEXT! TRUST ME WHEN I SAY I WILL DO THE SAME THAT I HAVE SAID HERE. MY LIFE IS MY OWN AND I DO NOT WISH TO SHARE IT UNDER THE GIST OF "LOVE" WHATEVER THE FORM OR FAKE "FRIENDSHIPS" JUST SO YOU CAN FEEL BETTER ABOUT WHAT YOU HAVE DONE TO ME OR PLAN TO (UNKNOWINGLY,LET SOME FOLKS TELL IT) DO TO ME. EXHIBITIONISTS NEED NOT THINK THAT I WILL EVER AGAIN ENTERTAIN THEM NOR THEIR PAGE AS I EXPECT THEY WILL CONTINUE OR ALREADY DONT ENTERTAIN MINES. I DONT FEEL A NEED TO SHOWER YOU WITH LOVE AS I HAVE NONE TO FUCKING GIVE AND I DONT EXPECT YOU TO SHOWER ME WITH LOVE AS IT IS VERY OBVIOUS THAT THE WORL AND THE PEOPLE IN IT FOR THE MOST PART LACK THIS ITEM AND YET THEY ARE ALWAYS CRYING LIKE I USE TO DO JUST TO RECEIEVE IT. I AM SURE VERY FEW WILL WORRY THEIR LITTLE HEAD ABOUT ME "SHOWING SOME LOVE" BUT THOSE THAT DO RECEIVE IT KNOW THAT I MEAN IT FROM THE HEART. CONCEITED NO, ITS JUST MY SELF ESTEEM IS HIGH AND I WONT LET THE BULLSHIT THAT OTHERS DO BRING IT DOWN ANYMORE NOR WILL I ALLOW ANYONE TO ABUSE ME IN ANY FORM ON AND OFF THE COMPUTER ANYMORE. COME REAL OR DONT COME AT ALL. I NO LONGER DESIRE TO BE THE GIRL YOUR SCARED TO LIVE WITHOUT SOME OTHER WOMAN CAN GLADLY FILL THOSE SHOES, IM GOOD AND I KNOW IT. ETERNALLY ACTUALIZED AND SIBERIAN FROZEN TO MEN UNTIL THEY PUT MY BLACK ASS IN THE GROUND. SO,SAVE THE LAME INSULTS ABOUT "WHATS WRONG WITH HER", "SHE ISNT PRETTY" ETC. AFTER ALL, IM SAVING YOU AND I THE TIME AND TROUBLE BY LETTING YOU THE MAN KNOW FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEART, TO MOVE YOUR LYING, STROKE MY EGO, ITS ALL ABOUT ME, SHE HURT ME (AFTER ALL YOU JUST USE THAT LAME ASS EXCUSE TO FUCK SOMEONE ELSE OVER, OF COURSE "UNINTENTIONALLY"), PLAY WITH YOUR HEART,INCAPABLE OF LOVE, IM A MAN, ALL SHE NEEDS IS SOME DICK, PETER PAN SYNDROME ASS ON!!!!!

I never quite figured out why the sexual urge of men and women differ so much. And I never have figured out the whole Venus and Mars thing. I have never figured out why men think with their head and women with their heart. FOR EXAMPLE: One evening last week, my wife and I were getting into bed. Well, the passion starts to heat up, and she eventually says, "I don't feel like it,I just want you to hold me." I said, "WHAT??!! What was that?!" So she says the words that every guy on the planet dreads to hear... "You're just not in touch with my emotional needs as a woman enough for me to satisfy your physical needs as a man." She responded to my puzzled look by saying, "Can't you just love me for who I am and not what I do for you in the bedroom?" Realizing that nothing was going to happen that night, I went to sleep. The very next day I opted to take the day off of work to spend time with her. We went out to a nice lunch and then went shopping at a big, big unnamed department store. I walked around with her while she tried on several different very expensive outfits. She couldn't decide which one to take, so I told her we'd just buy them all. She wanted new shoes to compliment her new clothes, so I said, "Lets get a pair for each outfit." We went on to the jewelry department where she picked out a pair of diamond earrings. Let me tell you... she was so excited. She must have thought I was one wave short of a shipwreck. I started to think she was testing me because she asked for a tennis bracelet when she doesn't even know how to play tennis. I think I threw her for a loop when I said, "That's fine, honey." She was almost nearing sexual satisfaction from all of the excitement. Smiling with excited anticipation, she finally said, "I think this is all dear, let's go to the cashier." I could hardly contain myself when I blurted out, "No honey, I don't feel like it." Her face just went completely blank as her jaw dropped with a baffled,'WHAT?' I then said, "Honey! I just want you to HOLD this stuff for a while. You're just not in touch with my financial needs as a man enough for me to satisfy your shopping needs as a woman." And just when she had this look like she was going to kill me, I added, "Why can't you just love me for who I am and not for the things I buy you?" Apparently I'm not having sex tonight either....

Men are in love with their penises. They place their hand outside their pants and grab it. They stuff their hand inside their pants and scratch it. And we all know they put their hands inside their pants, stroke it, and make sweet love to it. Their fondness for their penises is not surprising. After all, a penis is comprised of almost 4,000 nerve endings that give men the ultimate pleasure they seek. Plus, many others pay homage to the penis. Women talk about penis size regularly. Gay men adore penises to the maximum (you really have to love it to get it up the butt). And the media loves penises so much they’ve given it a variety of names. It’s no wonder men love their Johnson’s. Because men worship there Pecker’s so much, they demand their Pecker’s be treated with adulation. If a man lies on a woman’s bed, she better unzip his pants, pull down his boxer/briefs, and go to town on his Wang. But don’t expect him to travel past your belly button to get closer to your Va-Jay Jay. Though your Kitty Cat is glorious enough for rough and rapid sex, it isn’t glorious enough for him to lick it. And you better not complain about the BAM, BAM, BAM, missy! You should thank God All Mighty that he inserted his Sausage into your Bun. I’ve felt the BAM, BAM, BAM plenty of times, and have spent countless hours soothing my sore vagina. I’ve also had plenty of men just lay there. Their Willies poking out, seducing me with their one eye. But one man in particular has laid it out for me more than once, hoping I will one day fall in love with his Missile. Kurt. His mission began one evening while we slept in my twin-sized bed. He pulled my hand around his body and my body awakened. How sweet! He wants to cuddle! I thought. But that wasn’t what Kurt had in mind. He led my hand past his upper chest, his abdomen, his hips. My hand suddenly found itself over his Private and I immediately yanked my hand away. I then jumped out of bed and locked myself in the bathroom, enraged. That was no way to seduce a virgin! A few years later, Kurt tried again. After a night of drinking and dancing, we passed out on my full-sized bed. I soon felt Kurt grab my hand and pull it over to him. I immediately knew what was coming and snatched my hand back before getting in contact with his Johnson. Kurt’s game of “Love My Penis” didn’t stop there. And after having my epiphany I realized I wanted to love his Pecker just as much as he did. So I took initiative and called Kurt. “When are you going to be around?” I asked as soon as he answered. “You’re finally coming to visit?” he asked, surprised. “Yeah…I can in two weeks,” I replied. I felt bolder by the minute. “I wont be here,” he replied. “But what about next?” “The long weekend? I’m going to Miami,” I said. “I’m going to Miami the long weekend too. We’ll chill in Miami…you can visit me another weekend.” A few weeks later, I was in sunny Miami, getting picked up by Kurt at my friend Celeste’s condo. We went to Target to pick out a curtain for his new bathroom. We drove through Little Haiti, trying to find his friend who was dancing his heart away at Salsa school. We stood outside admiring the view of the inter-coastal and the city. It was all very un-Kurt like. But when we returned from the lounge, he reverted back to Kurt. “Are you going to drive me back?” I asked while stepping into the apartment. “Right after I take a nap,” he said before lying on the couch. “What am I supposed to do while you nap?” I asked. “Just lay down.” I lay on his chest and contemplated my next move. But soon enough, Kurt grabbed my hand and put it over his crotch. “What are you doing?” I asked, emboldened. “That’s a way to keep me up,” he replied, half-asleep. “Well then I guess your staying asleep." Kurt said nothing. I lay there, wishing I could tell him why I couldn’t give his Wang any love. I wouldn't have a problem working his Willie into a sweat, but I needed him to love my mouth, my neck, my breast, first. I needed him to put his hands down my pants for a change. After all, I’m in love with my clitoris even more than he’s in love with his penis. Because my clitoris is comprised of almost 5,000 nerve endings that give me the ultimate pleasure I seek.