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Posted:Apr 21, 2023 2:24 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 9:56 pm 4304 Views
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Honestly, there’s been a ton of stuff going on in my life lately, but my mind has been so occupied and overwrought with stress and worry that sitting down to write hasn’t been the joyous experience it usually is. In fact. I have several posts started, and even a few might be considered ready to go, but in the end I haven’t done much. Looming over everything good and bad, exciting and dull, dramatic and banal is my impending move to Southern Oregon. Even if I were just posting updates about that my output would be impressive, but as it stands I seem incapable of following through. I’ve been scatterbrained, and almost paralyzed with inaction.
That’s not to say that I haven’t been accomplishing things elsewhere, because I have. In order to make my move go as smoothly as possible I have done extensive amounts of shopping and planning. Nearly every day I busy myself with tasks related to helping my friend ChrisSwallows around the house / yard. I shovel gravel into wheelbarrows and then transport it elsewhere on the property, and am currently in the process of removing a large amount of moss and mold from the top of a trailer he purchased. These are the things I do to show my gratitude for all of his help, and it’s an extra bonus that the physical exertion also keeps me in decent shape. Since I no longer work for Amazon, and no longer own a bicycle, my exercise has been narrowed down to long walks around the neighborhood at night. It’s helped my injured hip and pelvis a great deal, but my upper body gets almost no action unless I’m doing yard work or something. Of course that is going to change drastically when I move.
Without going into detail I’ll just say this; the very first thing I have to do on my property is dig a hole that is 3 / three feet deep and 18 / eighteen feet wide. This is going to be done by hand, with a normal shovel, so you can imagine how sore my muscles are going to be when I am done. Right after that it’ll be time to build my geodesic dome in that hole, so no rest for this wicked guy. The weather is supposed to begin warming up this weekend, which is when I plan on moving, so fingers crossed that stays true long enough for me to dig said hole and build said dome. I don’t want it to be cold but I wouldn’t mind at all if it rained some of the time, since collecting rain water is how I will keep myself hydrated, wash my clothing, water my plants and so on. Uncomfortably cold weather and dangerous driving conditions have kept me from moving thus far, but it looks like that is predicted to end very soon.
With the exception of the move, I am going to be doing all of this alone, which weighs quite heavily on my mind most of the time. It’s tough to sit down and write when you’re going through an emotional rollercoaster, so I’ve opted out. I’ve also been trying to develop more of a presence on TikTok and YouTube since making videos is easier and much more popular, which would also explain why I am not writing much lately. It’s a habit I know I need to quit, but some of them do actually die harder than you’d expect. Speaking at a camera is definitely not the same as taking the time to compose a few paragraphs, but practice will make me better at it just as it did with writing. I don’t know if I’ll ever fully stop typing my thoughts and feelings out and posting them for the world to see but one thing I know for sure is that I will no longer treat the act like a job or chore. I do not have to maintain my blog in order to make ends meet so it will be purely for the enjoyment of it from this day forth. It’s officially time to transition to another media of expression, as it were. My story is not done, it’s just going to be told in a slightly different form from now on.
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Posted:Mar 22, 2023 1:34 am
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2023 2:24 am 4985 Views
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“Rentmassuer” is a combination or mashup of 2 / two things; and masseuse. A is essentially a male . I’m sure all of you know what a masseuse is.
When I state that I have been in just about every facet of the adult industry since I was of legal age to do so I am not exaggerating, I’m being honest. The statement implies I’ve done a great deal, but I couldn’t officially say I’ve “done it all”, and that is accurate. Yes, I’ve worked in porn stores, bartended at strip clubs, done DJ work for private kink parties, worked in a bathhouse, spent a little time as a phone sex operator, produced and performed in my own adult movies for over a decade and even dipped my toe into the world of escorting. There isn’t much I haven’t done, and maybe giving massages would fit under escorting as a sub-category, but I feel I am technically delving into something new. Well, new to me anyways.
Taking the advice of a friend, I decided to check out a site called “rentmasseur” which allows men to seek a massage from other men. Pretty basic. It’s a PG-rated site but the implication is clear to anyone that hasn’t lived in a cave their whole lives. Sure, some men might actually just do a massage, and nothing else, but most are there to offer more. I won’t speculate who, or how many, or to what degree I just know the cliche’ is also a reality. When I signed up I made it clear I was willing to explore on a more sensual level, and even admitted I didn’t have a massage license or certification. I made sure to mention that I was heteroflexible, or mostly straight, but also extremely uninhibited. The rate I set was low on purpose, and of course it is going to be very temporary since I plan to move off grid at the end of the month, but being the new guy and fairly inexperienced, I think it’s necessary. Maybe I’ll get lucky and there’ll be when I move, but keep in mind the nearest major city is going to be 20 / twenty miles from me. So my massage career might be very brief indeed.
It is happening though. I spent money to put myself on the site and have already booked a few . Assuming they follow through, and that more will come, this promises to be the extra bit of income I will need to help me avoid spending more than the most minimal amount of time living in my van while I transition. More than that, this will likely stand as my final opportunity to explore this kind of activity. I will be so isolated, and probably so disconnected from everyone and everything, that my once a month trip to the city might be my only potential interactions between men or women. I have no idea if the nearest town has a porn shop with glory holes, a bunch of closeted gay or bisexual men, or anything like that. Maybe I’ll hit the jackpot, or maybe things in that area will be as dry as the desert climate I will be living in. So I’m going to spend the next couple of weeks or so unabashedly exploring, all while getting paid for it. How cool is that?
In the end, I know very little about massage, but everything about being sensual, uninhibited and easygoing. What I provide might not ease the tension in the shoulders but it will provide relief and release in other areas, and I hope that includes the soul. Many people are conflicted by their desires, or embarrassed by them, and apart from bringing physical relief and release I have always been about helping others find acceptance in who they are, what they want, etc. This might be my final opportunity to have that sort of effect and influence on someone, so I’m going to enjoy it while I can.
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misdirected ire?
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Posted:Mar 11, 2023 10:08 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 9:56 pm 5001 Views
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When I see news stories and video snippets of things about gender issues, critical race theory in schools, woke people worried about not enough representation in films, etc. I generally react with disdain. It’s almost visceral, the way I feel disgusted when I see this kind of stuff. My friend has a who will be going to school in a few short years and I worry about what kind of craziness he will have to deal with. People are so divided and up in arms about every little thing these days that I can only hope it finally subsides, either because everyone conforms or they realize how stupid it is.
What I didn’t count on during the conversation, was re-examining my own feelings toward the situation. The negative reaction was so automatic I just accepted it, but upon further reflection I am not certain if my ire isn’t perhaps misdirected. Do I truly dislike the ideas, or is it the people touting them? At the base level it seems like most of the ideas are altruistic, so perhaps it is the people I am having a negative reaction to? I may not believe in every tenet of every religion but I think some of them would be much more attractive if they weren’t run by scumbags. Some religions have a bad name or reputation simply because of this. If I say Catholic the vast majority of you will think about the crimes priests have committed, even if you follow the religion. Is it the fault of Catholicism that priests wanted to have sex with ? No. So do I actually dislike the religion, or just priests? If I were uninformed I might say the ladder, but I am not.
Some people want the right to become a different gender, and I think that is grand, but as it reaches down to the younger ages and trickles into schools my feelings begin to change. We can argue all day about what age it is appropriate to talk about things, or start procedures, but that is all a matter of opinion. Nobody has the definitive answer on when it’s okay to talk about basic reproduction, let alone broach the subject of gender dysphoria, transitioning and so on. Do my feelings about this change my respect for those who make the choice to get a sex change? No. Do the people who are trying to give puberty blockers to appall me? Absolutely. Is it about the change itself? No, it is about doing something potentially harmful (and irreversible on many levels) to a person who can’t legally consent to much else in life, for very good reasons. Adolescents are often irrational and impulsive, and will even do extreme and severe things just to be spiteful. Recklessly allowing them to decide it’s okay to begin changing their body chemistry is madness. But feeling that way doesn’t mean I am against trans people, transitioning itself, or any of that. To some, that might be a fine line, and they might demand full support or call me a traitor, but I follow common sense and decency before I fall in with the crowd. That’s never been a difficult stance to maintain.
My biological mother grew up a racist, but eventually fell in love with a black man. My ex mother-in-law was totally against marijuana until a few years ago her doctor recommended she utilize it for pain management. It might be tough to teach old dogs new tricks but it should never be as difficult to change our minds, or learn new truths. I pride myself in being humble, and I am quick to admit when I am wrong. Most importantly; I am eager to learn from my mistakes, or just the truth in general. Few things are so certain in my mind that I wouldn’t listen to and weigh evidence against the things I think I “know”. Gaining new perspective is just as important, and I think we could all do with a bit of that now and then, like a kind of reset button. Some of us, myself included, could really use a better outlook, and a few new truths.
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no more reMV for me
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Posted:Mar 9, 2023 10:35 pm
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2023 10:07 pm 4962 Views
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One of the things content producers do to gain more exposure is to cross promote with other producers and performers. When I first started making porn people would contact me about a banner exchange, because I had a website and there was a page for that sort of thing. I’d put their banner on a page on my site and they would do the same on theirs. There were certainly other ways to cross promote, but that was the easiest and most memorable. This was back when I was still burning DVDs and sending them out with cases and artwork though, and as things began to go more digital the ways to promote expanded. I participated in very little of it, and it certainly cost me sales, but that part of the business was one I was never very good at. Ask me to film and edit and I’ll do so with expertise but require me to get on social media and make my presence known and I falter. Which leads me to ManyVids.
There are some places where being visible is nearly impossible. On Clips4Sale, for example, if you’re not a majorly popular producer or performer there aren’t a lot of ways to stand out. The site is not interactive, it is just an online store that sells porn. ManyVids, on the other hand, has an incredible amount going on, and within that Universe of activity there are quite a few ways to try and stand out or catch attention. One of the most popular is to repost what others performers post, in the hopes that they will do the same for you. You see, every time a new post goes up it gets put on a scrolling feed on the main page, so the time it spends there depends mostly on the number of individuals posting. It’s a hugely busy site so visibility is sparse, and brief, but if you have 30 / thirty fellow content producers and performers reposting for you throughout the day and night (because you did for them) that increases. This act of reposting is called “reMV” on ManyVids. It can be hugely beneficial, but the thing is, it is also extremely boring. We’re talking sitting at the computer and clicking the mouse over and over again kind of boring. It’s probably the most unsexy thing I’ve done in all my years working in the adult industry.
So I took a break, and when I came back I announced that I wouldn’t be clicking the “love” button for anyone anymore, nor would I be participating in the whole “reMV” thing. In other words, no cross promotion, I was going it on my own and thanks very much to all the people who had shown me love in the past. It’s been that way for about a month now and I am happy with the decision. Not only did I not see a marked difference in sales or visits to my profile and store, I am free of that tedious task of scrolling down, clicking hearts and reMV buttons, repeat, repeat, repeat. It used to take me something like 15 / fifteen minutes to go through this process, and I was doing it every single night for 2 / two profiles. It honestly turned the business of making and selling adult content into a chore instead of a delight. I found myself less than thrilled to be a part of something I was once immensely proud of. Making porn became boring! I never thought I’d say that.
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the dollar orgasm
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Posted:Feb 26, 2023 6:50 am
Last Updated:Mar 9, 2023 10:34 pm 5572 Views
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If you are a horny guy who is not too particular or discerning, and definitely not homophobic, you can sometimes slide your penis through a hole in a wall and get a hand job or blow job. These holes, called glory holes, are usually located in the video arcade at an adult shop, and the only way to occupy the room is to feed the machine that runs the movies with dollar bills. It’s been a long time since I worked in one of those shops, but I vaguely recall a single dollar got you about 3 / three minutes of viewing time before it shut off. Outside the door of the room you occupied a red light often shown to indicate someone was inside. Any person wishing to stroke or suck the dick of a stranger would sidle into the room next to yours and wait on the other end of that hole for you to slip yours through. A bit of stroking or sucking would commence, then the orgasm, and then the quick exit from the building - all while maintaining anonymity, and likely never seeing the face of the other person involved.
This can be accomplished for a dollar if you aren’t the kind of person who takes an eternity to cum. In businesses where they don’t patrol the arcade to make sure people are putting money in the video machines a person can go in and get a blow job for nothing. During my days of frequenting glory holes I was quite proud of how many times I walked into an arcade, chose a room, slid my cock through the hole in the wall, got off and then left without even having to open my wallet. Nothing beats a free blow job or hand job, especially when it comes with no drama or complications of any kind. To simply be able to walk into a room, slide my dick through a hole and get it taken care of without any meaningful interaction at all with the other party is bliss to me. No pretense, just uninhibited fun. Some places have gotten wise to this sort of behavior, and make it a requirement to purchase at least 1 / one token for entry to their arcade, but that’s no great hardship. I feel quite comfortable spending that much for an orgasm.
As if a cheap, nearly free, or free orgasm weren’t enough of an enticement, I can’t fail to mention that the people in these rooms who are sucking dick are almost always fucking amazing at it. I guess if you spend enough time doing something you enjoy you wind up doing it well. All I know is I’ve been given top notch, 5 / five star head that I would have happily paid a lot more than a dollar for on many occasions. The downside, I suppose, is that you don’t get to see the person on the other side of the wall so you really don’t know what you’re getting into. Sure, looks can be deceiving, but I guarantee you I’d have paused to reconsider more than once if I’d seen who was about to blow me. The truth is, a large section of the men who frequent glory holes and service anonymous dicks are not very clean, or healthy, and chances are they are high on some sort of drug. What this really means is that your dollar orgasm could wind up costing a bit more if / when you get a disease. Thankfully diseases from receiving oral sex are pretty rare, but a risk is a risk. Something to consider.
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Posted:Feb 21, 2023 11:24 pm
Last Updated:Feb 22, 2023 7:08 am 4712 Views
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Take a look at my inbox on the kink site Alt:
That is a pretty accurate reflection of what it is like on any site I belong to. Deactivated accounts invariably equal fakes because there aren’t many other reasons to have that done to you.
As you might imagine, I go through phases where I feel relieved to not be dealing with all the fakes and flakes. There’s certainly nothing gratifying about having your inbox filled with people who are likely trying to trick or deceive you. The lack of genuine interest compounds that negative feeling I get, and it generally leads to me either taking a break from the site, or quitting altogether. That’s how it was with the gay hookup site Sniffies; it was fun and interesting for a while but eventually it became a genuine bummer to visit. These days I stop by purely out of curiosity, but using the site to look for “action” of any kind long ago ceased to be an option. Trying to hook up with guys almost always led to frustration and disappointment, so I quit making an effort. Now I look at pictures, read profiles and ads for entertainment, then move on.
I don’t miss the negative experience, as a whole, but I do miss the exceptional moments where I did seem to be communicating with someone real, genuine, sincere. Of course I miss being told I am attractive and desirable as well, but that sort of positive reinforcement can come to me from many different sources. Ultimately I just miss the simple human interactions that felt like they could lead to something other than talk. Nothing ever did, but the possibility hung in the air long enough for me to enjoy it, and that was worth the time spent. Unfortunately it didn’t make up for all the lies and disappointments though, so I’m back to being a loner, with only myself as a source of consistent, positive feedback.
Dealing with fakes and flakes can take a toll on a person. Thankfully I can quickly, easily identify the majority before I even waste a single moment on them, but that’s not always true. It probably leads to my “normal” conversations sounding a bit suspicious and uninterested at first, because I am cautious and take a moment to make sure the person I am corresponding with is not just looking to waste my time. That’s how I have to treat my inbox, and I’m just a guy, I can only imagine what it must be like for females. Yuck.
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serious dedication
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Posted:Feb 13, 2023 11:50 pm
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 9:56 pm 3571 Views
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Since I began driving for Amazon Flex I’ve worked nearly every single day, and that is no exaggeration. Starting the day after Christmas, I delivered 44 / forty four days in a row, and the only reason there was a break is because I had to cancel a route. The expectation was that I would be traveling close to 200 / two hundred miles that morning, which is completely ridiculous and offensive, but that’s how it’s been lately. Amazon is still paying the same but the number of miles they are expecting drivers to travel has tripled. Pretty fucked up, yet completely typical and not at all surprising.
This is not about bashing Amazon though, it is about my dedication to making every single dollar I can, while I can, so that when April rolls around I might be able to fully purchase the land I’ve been paying off on a monthly basis. There are many, many details and logistics to work out, and in the end it might mean I have to remain where I am right now, until after April, but at this point nothing is certain so I can’t plan for anything. Each day that goes by my status as a delivery driver for Amazon gets more tenuous, and if I should lose the job before April arrives it leaves me with a whole new set of what ifs and what do I do nows. I’ve never been good at planning for an uncertain future, but I can sometimes prepare for contingencies. Ultimately I am no more in charge of my fate or future now than I was before. That is why my dedication is so important, and valuable. If I can accomplish my goals I truly believe a much different fate and future awaits me.
I know I am not completely without control in these situations. Yes, I could go ahead and drive the 200 / two hundred miles Amazon wants me to, but the profit would drop to minimal, while the punishment to my van and bank account would triple. That’s not a trade off I can afford, just like I can’t afford to lose the job altogether, so I pick the battles that I think are important, take my stand when I feel it is justified, do my best when things seem fair and balanced, and keep my fingers crossed the entire time that the whole mess doesn’t just fall apart. If imminent success were measured in karma I would most certainly be getting what I want in April, but I know damn well that’s not how life is. People who do nothing are just as likely to win as those who spend every waking moment working toward their dream or goal. Maybe luck has something to do with it, and if so I probably ran out of that a long, long time ago, so all I have left are my actual, literal efforts. My luck might be bad but my work ethic is strong, and hopefully it will get me what I need in the end.
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I am so antisocial...
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Posted:Jan 26, 2023 11:53 pm
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2023 11:51 pm 4000 Views
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How antisocial am I?
Let’s see; I have a friend who I love and respect, but we barely exchange text messages, and when he calls I don’t answer. There are other reasons I don’t pick up besides feeling antisocial but that’s the main one.
I also avoid interactions with my sex slave ChrisSwallows, though I am proud to say I’ve forced myself to a few times, because I’ve been determined to change. I’ll go talk to him when I feel like I don’t want to talk to anyone on the entire planet, and it invariably does me good. Without him close by I would probably speak to no one for weeks, and that’s no exaggeration. The exception might be the clerk at a store, or a random encounter with a customer while making deliveries, but I really, seriously don’t interact with anyone on a daily basis. This should probably feel strange, but for me it is quite a relief. Gosh I don’t get along much with people these days.
What else? I procrastinated while trying to sell my convertible Saab for so long that the engine trouble it was having got a bit worse, and as a result I had to drop the price I was asking pretty drastically. There have been quite a few replies to my “for sale” ad on Facebook, but I’m so antisocial I have been ignoring the vast majority of them. I got tired of typing the same reply, only to have no serious follow-ups, so I stopped altogether. If I hadn’t, it would probably be gone by now, but I don’t want to deal with people, dumb questions, and so on.
There’s still an undeniable desire within me to be at least slightly sociable though. As much as I don’t like people, I ache for intelligent conversation, and a bit of tactile enjoyment wouldn’t hurt. Simple things like eye contact and a hug would fill up my soul for days, I imagine. The only people that bring a smile to my face lately are the workers at the warehouse where I pick up my deliveries. They won’t become friends or anything, but our brief interactions do bring me a tiny spurt of joy. And I finally managed to have breakfast with my only other true friend recently, and it was a wonderful treat instead of a chore, but it’s also something we cannot do very often as he has a life compared to me. You know; steady job, girlfriend, a . If only I could meet a female who finds me tolerable, the rest of the world wouldn’t matter. We could be antisocial together maybe. For right now, I am an army of 1 / one and it is a lonely fight.
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the pressure is off
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Posted:Jan 21, 2023 11:48 pm
Last Updated:Jan 26, 2023 11:50 pm 4678 Views
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Being self-employed for over a decade was a wonderful thing, but the stress of not knowing if I’d be able to pay my bills every month was one that weighed heavily. And as much as I appreciated the freedom to essentially do what I wanted with my time, the pressure to create content in many forms was also tough to deal with. Not only was I trying to release new adult films, I was also writing, and doing a bit of promotion as well. I tried to have a presence on a variety of platforms, and each had its own unique audience to cater to. For me, these things required more than just a punch in / punch out attitude; I needed to be putting out quality as well as quantity. When things are going smoothly and you feel creative and energetic that can be very gratifying, and a lot of fun, but when you’re not feeling your best or life is just giving you a tough time, it can be hell. Let’s just say I’m glad to currently be on a bit of a vacation from that place.
The pressure to make new porn wasn’t terrible, but it was real, and when the cold weather hit I was quite happy to use that as an excuse to take a break. There were other reasons, but chief among them could be the simple fact that there is nothing new to film, and getting naked in front of the camera has kind of become rote. It still feels sexy to do so, mind you, but the pressure attached was something that could be overwhelming at times. We are often our own worst critics, so the last thing I ever want to do is see myself naked so much that I start looking at my body with a too-critical eye. The more I basically filmed the same scenes / moments over and over again the more my eyes began to pick out what was wrong, instead of seeing the entire picture. Sometimes I had trouble getting aroused, but mostly it was just that I wanted to fully relax and enjoy the sexual moments I experienced, even if they were with my own hand. I mean, who wants stress, worry or criticism attached to their libido? Not me.
The pressure to write blog posts has dwindled, if for no other reason than the number of readers has also, and I realize every day I am practicing a dying form of communication and entertainment. Writing has almost always been a pure joy for me, but over the last few years a bit of pressure to produce has attached itself to the process. Or maybe the pressure wasn’t to write, it was to report on things that unfortunately weren’t happening in my life; i.e. the “sexy moments”. I know some people appreciate the honesty and diversity of topic I provide but most are just hoping I’ll share some more smutty, slutty moments with them. My life has been pretty devoid of that recently, for many reasons, and as a result the pressure to write about them has only increased. There are times when I almost stooped to making something up, just so there could be sexy words for you folks to read, but my promise to remain bluntly honest prevents it. I’d rather tell you I am not getting laid than lie about it, even if the truth is embarrassing and sad.
Recently somebody purchased the privilege of corresponding with me for an entire month, exchanging dirty messages with no content limit. If it was taboo, I was willing to exchange words, photos, videos, etc. just so the customer felt like someone else in the world liked the same things they did. I called it an unlimited fap chat, and at first it went moderately well, but I found the guy I was trading messages with had a very different view of things than I did, and as a result his words weren’t inspiring me at all. After only a week or so of tepid emails I faltered, let my straight job take over, and next thing you know I was fully neglecting the promise I had made; to be uninhibited and enthusiastic. The pressure to write something got to me, and I hate to admit it, but I just gave up. Sent a message that was underwhelming to say the least, and didn’t hear back as a result. I don’t blame the guy, but I have to say the relief I felt at not having to produce for him anymore was glorious. It felt like I was having to come up with lies for the first time, and I hate writing that way.
There is no real demand for anything I do anymore. People are not waiting with baited breath for my next porn or blog post. Any pressure I’ve felt has come strictly from within, and it’s been less about demand and more about visibility. The internet is not just an ocean of people like me, it is a Universe, so standing out in the crowd can be extremely difficult. You cannot sell your product if people do not know it exists, so I did my best to take part in things like having a social media presence, even though the act itself brought me very little pleasure. Underlying all of this was the simple pressure to convert effort into profit, and the last few years have not been good to me in that respect either. The decision to hang it all up isn’t final, but I’m making my way there. New goals equate to new pressure(s) that I am excited to take on. It’ll be survival of a very different, more immediate kind, and perhaps I will thrive for the first time in years.
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everything is possible and nothing is real
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Posted:Dec 23, 2022 3:15 am
Last Updated:Apr 27, 2024 9:56 pm 5248 Views
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It looks like the restaurant chain TGIFridays is facing a lawsuit claiming their mozzarella cheese sticks contain no actual mozzarella cheese. This should come as no surprise to anyone who is remotely educated about food, shelf life, preservatives, additives, and so on. The food your average citizen consumes grows less and less “real” or genuine every day, and it’s only going to get worse.
As a 50 / fifty year old man, this is what I remember:
The bread made for Subway turned out to contain the same ingredients as something yoga mats were made out of.
There was this pink slime added to ground meats that definitely wasn’t meant for human consumption. Don’t recall what the slime was made of exactly.
The words “real”, “natural” and even “organic” have come to mean many things over time. For example; a product that claims to contain real cheese may in fact have no actual cheese in it , but can make the statement because the brand name of the cheese-like substance is Real Cheese (see pic).
Corn does have MANY food related uses and applications, but did you know that it can be used to make garbage bags? That’s 1 / one of the ways they are made more biodegradable. That’s right, we have so much surplus corn in this country we’ve stopped using it just for food and found other ways to exploit the nations biggest crop.
Food is becoming something inedible, and things not to be consumed are being added to the food supply. Does this strike as you backwards?
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