A situation I encountered this weekend is making me ask a necessary question...

yes but only if both parties understand in advance thats all it is.

Aye, otherwise you start running into complications.

Blah, I'm not really into it.

I'm just floored by the lack of testosterone in so many men. I guess I gave them credit for more virility than they actually had to offer. What happened to lustful, red blooded American men? The ones who hardly needed a coy smile in their general direction to be all about that.

Now it's all, "I don't want to be used for sex. That's just abuse." Poor babies!

In my day, that was called gettin' lucky! Now, these dudes act like you're gonna hurt their feelings if you only wanna be friends with benefits.

Makes me glad to be retired from the game. My husband was just as shocked as I was by this rude lack of enthusiasm. We both wish you well in your quest for modern man's lost virility.

You should come register on Knox Fetish, too, Lupa. At least there's some more chicks who can empathize. Silly boys! Where'd all the MEN go?

junkie christ wrote:yes but only if both parties understand in advance thats all it is.

must agree ... that, or total anonymity with a swift, stealthy retreat

The Stormstress wrote:

junkie christ wrote:yes but only if both parties understand in advance thats all it is.

must agree ... that, or total anonymity with a swift, stealthy retreat

you fucking rock.

Remember you can get some nasty things from this act. Please be careful.

Mother Mo wrote:I'm just floored by the lack of testosterone in so many men. I guess I gave them credit for more virility than they actually had to offer. What happened to lustful, red blooded American men? The ones who hardly needed a coy smile in their general direction to be all about that.

Were not all gone let me assure you...I'm a single guy with a lot of work ahead of me...this is exactually what Im looking for...A women to call my own would be cool...but with shit being the way it is this is perfect..just practice safe sex and be good friends and thats fucking it...(no pun intended)...and a note to the men from a man....first you trying to be sensitive is not getting you laid..so knock it off....there's a diffrence between being sensitive and being an outright pussy about things....we dont know the diffrence most of the time so we act like bitches instead of sensitive intelligent people....dont try it most of the time it's the females place....we should concentrate on progression on advancing our lives and our loved ones dont fix everything for them but be a source of strength and council....We live in a shitty world and with everyone holding hands and crying in circles we wont make a move tp put things right...I feel we have lost our ability to deal with women and the world around us because we are TOO FUCKIN SENSITIVE!!....I get that the average man now wants more emotional freedom...thats good but how you express it is important....crying is ok just in small doses...greving the loss of a loved one for example is cool but do you have to cry everytime you get into an argument with your girl?? Let your testicles desend and be a man about it...women have no right to tell us to be a man about shit...what do they know about being a man?? But as a proud member of the Royal Order of the Tripod I FUCKING CAN...We are sources of strength and resoursefullness the true measures of men...not your dick or how well you can cry....some of this sounds terribly old fashoined I know but in our pursuit to break out of our parents age we went to far in the other direction....scale it back a little fellas has your lady ever told you she wants you to go out with ya boys for beers and pool...that's a sign.....dont be a total dick or anything and beating your chick is not cool outside of fetish shit but your dumb jokes and your oh so suave subtle as a brick means of seduction maybe missed at this point so check yourself ....I couldnt say this if I wasnt living it myself....so come on men lets collect in smoky bars and auto garages and utter our collective grunt so that we may get out strength back....whatch fight club hundreds of times if it takes it...whatever works...just toughen up....you'll most likely get the things you want from life with a more confident approach....and oh yea....women are the str0nger gender deal with it...


ps Is this gonna get me laid??? [/quote]

Frostmourne wrote:Remember you can get some nasty things from this act. Please be careful.

Well anyone who would have a casual sex encounter without protection needs to get out of the gene pool anyways.

I agree with buttercup on that one...and oh yea I sorta quoted myself by accident so just so you know it was me punkrockjoe that said all that shit just so you fella's know who to try and beat up later.....

punkrockjoe wrote:ps Is this gonna get me laid???

No, but it should.

I know I'm completely sexist...but screw these little emo fucks. Quit yer bellyachin'. Seeing a man cry makes me feel nauseated if its done over something petty. Having a man cry when I've dumped them or threaten to kill themselves makes me lose ALL respect for them.

I like men who have balls and are handy with power tools. I want men that can fix things! Get your dick out of the blowjob drive and go outside and work in the yard! LOL

I want a man that can fix my car *and* my computer...not just one who knows his way around RPG's. Bleh.

I want a man who drives a truck and has a dog.

If a man is more into his hair (or makeup) than I am....= LAME.

If I can do more handy things than my man, I totally lose respect for them.

If a man can't have control over chemical substances, how can they deal with real life and keep me calm and down to earth if they have to resort to drinking or drugs?

Can't quit smoking! YOU FUCKING PANSY.


Where are all the manly men?

LOL..ok, I'm done.

Now accepting applications for MEN, not boys!

normally i blast on topics like this with a bunch of funny shit, but joe totally nailed it.

Looks like the topic is split between opinions on casual sex and opinions on what makes a man. I have so many opinions on these subjects that, aside from writing a lengthy essay, I'll just say.... no, I won't.

Here is what one of my alter egos has to say on the subject. He spends a lot of time keeping his head on his shoulders so he has a unique perspective. In reply, keep in mind that his opinions are not necessarily mine.

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Excerpts from The Diaries of Krikor Dartartanian, Knight of St. Gregory the Illuminator of Armenia


It’s my hope that when The Game is done, if the world does not fall to darkness, that men can read and understand what secret and terrible forces shaped their world.


[Note from Krikor: this portion of the diary is written by a man with a male perspective using blatant chauvinistic language. Any women who are offended can screw me.]

Immortals cannot have children. It’s a fact we’ve all lived (and died) with since The Game began. Relationships are complicated for immortals. That is an understatement if ever I heard one. Relationships are complicated for anyone! I won’t ramble on with an analysis of relationships good and bad and why they do and don’t work, respectively, because many, from psychologist to romance novel author, have already covered sufficient ground in that area and, if the reader is at all worldly, his own experience with women should prove both helpful and confusing in this matter.

I suppose it would be easier if immortals had no sex drive, but there are those among my mortal friends who have voiced the same thought about themselves. Perhaps we’re not so different. But if the purpose of sex is procreation, and Immortals sterile, then why are Immortals so often distracted from their very survival by the fairer sex, even after centuries which held perhaps marriage, romance, liaison, affair, scandal, love, passion, flirtation, fascination, and more? How much is enough to satiate the desires of a man who could live forever? To break it down simply, perhaps too simply, relationships with women fall under the categories of friend, lover and wife. There are overlaps, of course, like intimate friendship, and a "wife" to one man may be a fiancee, "life partner," or even "permanent roommate" in another man’s eyes. - marriage may not involve sex to an important degree, the emphasis being on companionship, which closes the circle back to the same purpose of the friendship level. It’s interesting that these relationships can and often work out without true love or even love as those who are in love see love to be. Friends may not love each other, and neither might sexual partners or even married couples!

So we have now the factors of companionship, sex and mutual provision. These three will be sought in any relationship to one degree or another, anywhere from no interest to full interest. Those who seek much companionship are often popular, those who seek only sex morally questionable, and those who seek only mutual provision are mature.

The hard part for immortals, as if this were not all bad enough already, is the secret and demanding nature of their lives. Sterility can be explained by medical condition or injury, but you try explaining to a woman why you sleep with a sword by the bed and why, when she accidentally stabs you deeply with the corkscrew, you suffer no ill effects. (Oh, so pick your own example - it happened to me once, but I’m not telling you how or why.) For me, this has always boiled down to two choices - one, accept that this relationship is about loving but not about love. Tell her nothing out of the ordinary, enjoy every sweet drop of her companionship, for it is not going to last. Make love to her passionately, make her feel beautiful and worshipful, whether her belly is too big, her buttocks too round, her breasts too small, it matters not! All women deserve to be treated like a goddess by at least one lover in their life. And, above all, don’t fall in love with her. The whole option is unfair - it’s deceitful; in the end it’s a lousy feeling mollified only by the memories of her sweetness, but it just might save both your lives. Worst of all, the hardest part will be hers to bear if she falls for you. How bad can this situation get? She’s going to fall for you unless she’s primarily interested in sex or mature enough to understand that companionship and love making can be wonderful, sustainable things without being in love or relying on mutual provision.

The other option, telling her everything, means facing the harsh realities of betrayal, abandonment or death and, should they be lucky enough to avert the former fates, he must watch her grow old and die while he ages not a day. Many mortals are not ready for the truth about immortals. Some, like the Watchers, are exceptional intellects, though this does not ensure any level of moral integrity. Those ruled by fear and suspicion might betray even a former husband if the truth was unacceptable to her. Others can not live with the fear that their loved one is being hunted and the gruesome realities of The Game, that he kills by beheading without choice - he must to survive. I know. My first wife and I were together nearly a decade when she found out about my peculiar reality. I had been out of The Game a long time and thought I could live a normal life. But eventually there was the inevitable accident. We were injured in a car wreck, her only superficially, but my wounds were instantly fatal. She watched as, crying and holding my broken body in her arms, it restored itself. Bones cracked and snapped into place, flesh grew back together, breath and heartbeat returned. I told her the truth and she left me. In this line of work, some days you wish death was more permanent. At least, having died painful, sometimes excruciating deaths, I had a basis for comparison for how I felt when she left me.

An Immortal must face the possibility that his lover will be used against him by an enemy as a pawn in The Game. Kidnappings, torture and murder are the rule. Both Duncan and Connor McLeod experienced these situations first hand, as have I. Finally, the sorrow of watching a life long companion, one who could be trusted with the secret of your life, die of accident, disease or old age, is much to impose even on a heart which could beat forever. The woman who can live the life of the companion of an Immortal is an exceptional creature, and as he moves from falsified life to falsified life before eternal youth betrays him, so she would have to share in the deceit. The finality and inevitability of this choice has led some to seek some means to succor immortality for their mate, but this effort has always been fruitless.

With all this going against a relationship with a mortal woman, it’s no wonder many Immortals turn to each other for a relationship. No secrets and, best of all, mutual provision becomes mutual defense. Although it is against The Rules to interfere in the single combat, it’s always beneficial to have someone to watch your back against any who might not follow The Rules so strictly, and who knows who and what to watch out for when another Immortal is involved. I look at my many relationships with Immortals (1600 years is a long time to have many relationships, mind you) and somehow they didn’t seem any easier. The next time I hear a mortal complaining about relationships, I’m going to smack him soundly.

umm scorpy what the hell was that???

I know I'm completely sexist...but screw these little emo fucks. Quit yer bellyachin'. Seeing a man cry makes me feel nauseated if its done over something petty. Having a man cry when I've dumped them or threaten to kill themselves makes me lose ALL respect for them.

Pretty damned honest, sexist or not. There's one plain classic way for a man to express his frustration with the world, and that's good old fashioned rage. Against "The Man", against "The Machine", and far too often against that damnable solid wood door, or offending walls.

I like men who have balls and are handy with power tools. I want men that can fix things! Get your dick out of the blowjob drive and go outside and work in the yard! LOL

Power tools are for fucking pussies. Yard work? It ain't worth the time unless it takes an axe or a machete. Well manicured lawns are about as much use as yappy little dogs. Let it grow up a little bit, then you can have some real fun.

I want a man that can fix my car *and* my computer...not just one who knows his way around RPG's. Bleh.

Heh, no room to talk here. I know enough to live 1 minute away fom my mechanic, and carry AAA if it's too screwed to do that. Growing up across the street from a mechanic didn't leave me with much need to tell a fuel pump from an alternator. Computers are a bit different, hardware or software, there's a unique kind of joy to getting down to business and fixing things in my element.

I want a man who drives a truck and has a dog.

Check on the truck. Course, that's not saying much given that it's about all I can fit my lanky arse into. At 6'5", it's a little difficult fitting in the passenger side of a freaking car, much less trying to drive one of things. As for a dog.. Living in the city, there ain't no room for a hound or pit to run. Dogs need room, not chains, and I'd be damned before I owned a yappy little lapdog.

If a man is more into his hair (or makeup) than I am....= LAME.

I could care less about about my hair, but not alot. If it takes more than running a brush through it, it ain't getting done.

If I can do more handy things than my man, I totally lose respect for them.

Now that I've gotta question. There's a helluva lot of skills a most women have that I consider damned handy, that I ain't ever bothered to pick up for myself. Just what things are you counting?

If a man can't have control over chemical substances, how can they deal with real life and keep me calm and down to earth if they have to resort to drinking or drugs?

Gotta appreciate your logic on that one. Most folk ain't got enough common sense to get by day to day without fucking up. Never saw much point in trying to throw what little good sense I've been blessed away for amusement. Course, given the role models I had growing up, I can say I had pretty good examples of what the fuck not to do.

Can't quit smoking! YOU FUCKING PANSY.

Well, ya caught me on that one.. Course, never started in the first place, so I reckon that has something to do with it.

Where are all the manly men?

Probably at home or work. Can't say I'd expect to find too many in bars or clubs. Course I gotta wonder if perhaps the so-called lack of good men can be attributed to the likelyhood that any man worth his salt has better things that need doing than hanging around getting liquored up and looking for lonely women. It makes me ponder how a good man's supposed to find a good woman though.


What's the point of all this? Can't say I've got one... just killing time.

LordHades

uhhhhhh....ok, I didn't think it was that hard of a question.

punkrockjoe wrote:

Mother Mo wrote:I'm just floored by the lack of testosterone in so many men. I guess I gave them credit for more virility than they actually had to offer. What happened to lustful, red blooded American men? The ones who hardly needed a coy smile in their general direction to be all about that.

Were not all gone let me assure you...I'm a single guy with a lot of work ahead of me...this is exactually what Im looking for...A women to call my own would be cool...but with shit being the way it is this is perfect..just practice safe sex and be good friends and thats fucking it...(no pun intended)...and a note to the men from a man....first you trying to be sensitive is not getting you laid..so knock it off....there's a diffrence between being sensitive and being an outright pussy about things....we dont know the diffrence most of the time so we act like bitches instead of sensitive intelligent people....dont try it most of the time it's the females place....we should concentrate on progression on advancing our lives and our loved ones dont fix everything for them but be a source of strength and council....We live in a shitty world and with everyone holding hands and crying in circles we wont make a move tp put things right...I feel we have lost our ability to deal with women and the world around us because we are TOO FUCKIN SENSITIVE!!....I get that the average man now wants more emotional freedom...thats good but how you express it is important....crying is ok just in small doses...greving the loss of a loved one for example is cool but do you have to cry everytime you get into an argument with your girl?? Let your testicles desend and be a man about it...women have no right to tell us to be a man about shit...what do they know about being a man?? But as a proud member of the Royal Order of the Tripod I FUCKING CAN...We are sources of strength and resoursefullness the true measures of men...not your dick or how well you can cry....some of this sounds terribly old fashoined I know but in our pursuit to break out of our parents age we went to far in the other direction....scale it back a little fellas has your lady ever told you she wants you to go out with ya boys for beers and pool...that's a sign.....dont be a total dick or anything and beating your chick is not cool outside of fetish shit but your dumb jokes and your oh so suave subtle as a brick means of seduction maybe missed at this point so check yourself ....I couldnt say this if I wasnt living it myself....so come on men lets collect in smoky bars and auto garages and utter our collective grunt so that we may get out strength back....whatch fight club hundreds of times if it takes it...whatever works...just toughen up....you'll most likely get the things you want from life with a more confident approach....and oh yea....women are the str0nger gender deal with it...


ps Is this gonna get me laid???

*swoon*
I love the hell out of you man!

lupa wrote:A situation I encountered this weekend is making me ask a necessary question...

The situation you encountered highlights the fundamental lack of confidence inherent in so many Goth Bois. What ever happened to predatory lust? What ever happened to plucking the fruit from the tree and taking big bites, whilst the juice runs down your chin and the sweet savoring stirs your senses? What ever happened to WANT, TAKE, HAVE?

You are certainly quite pluck-worthy.

I believe that every act of consensual intimacy is a beautiful thing, and even if it does not enrich your soul in some Harlequin way, casual sex satisfies the hunger for a time. It leaves a little shiny spot in the memory if you do it honestly and shamelessly and with a smile.

The universe is so capricious about dealing out pain-and-suffering, that I think we have an obligation to ourselves and each other to take and make every opportunity for pleasure.

An asteroid could smack you tomorrow, people. Lick a friend today.

AM