Making Friends Like a Boss
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Posted:Jun 26, 2023 4:17 am
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2023 7:39 am 11571 Views
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So out of my own boredom, I visited one of the chat rooms. A handsome gentleman started bantering with me right away. What canI say?I demand attention with my presence wihout trying.
I proceeded to oblige him with some raunchy cybersex talk. I do enjoy being a witty tease. He was smitten, of course. Within minutes, the catty woman, who probably lives there dueto her boring life, decided to say my word play was boring (he wasn't complaining), and was rudely snide in her remarks...
Yeah,not wih me bitch. You want to act like you're swinging a dick? Be ready for my mouth.to stomp on it and your immaturity with a quickness....
She literally summoned a moderator to have me kicked out for not enduring her abuse.Is this a thing now? Cliqueish PC chat rooms on Alt? For fuck sakes....SMMFH
I'll say it here,if you fuck with me, I'll take mywhip o your fat ass. She probably has never even been to a real lifestyle event.
Go back to Alice's wonderland you trifling cunt. Learn some manners and respect. But then, with a moniker like W_ore, that is a moot point, cyber sex addicted trailer .
Please (rolls eyes)
As usual I'm making friends
OK back to regularprogramming.
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W_ore - In This Moment
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So Many Men Who Take
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Posted:Jun 24, 2023 11:28 pm
Last Updated:Jun 26, 2023 4:19 am 9880 Views
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So many men who take
And in doing so cause damage and Heart break
To women who must put the pieces back together
They rise up from the pain
They start looking once again
In the stormy weather
For this beautiful thing called love
They rise above
The pain
With new hope again
Only to meet the same or worse calibre as before
Not realizing the drama that's in store
Men want their needs to be met
So they will pressure for it until they get
A woman's chastity. They...
Spend a little but expect a lot in return. They
Keep women as back ups for when they get burned
Her parents never told her about the nature of men
And how to be smart in dealing with them
How to be assertive and when to walk away
And how to attract only the right one to stay
So after all that happened why did she stay?
When this was clearly not the only way?
She lost all hope and am tired of looking
They all cause pain
The efforts of looking once more will all be in vain
The routine of hurt will remain the same
What she seeks does not exist
It is futile to persist
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Mr Big Stuff - Jean Knight
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Rebellious Aliens From the Summer of Love
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Posted:Jun 22, 2023 11:12 pm
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2023 5:08 pm 9311 Views
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I have never fit into the "norm" I lamented over it in my years for a second or two. That didn't ever last, thank goodness. However, at times, being an original Flower born in te Summer of Love, has been a lonely journey. I meet fellow misfits along the way easily, feeling their energy in a crowd. Albeit, I am somewhat a loner, by nature. Being a rare bloodtype linked now to conspiracies of lizard people with alien ancestors seems viable.
Being born to Hippie parents, solidified it from the start of my existence. It reminds me of the book, Stranger in a Strange Land. I remember home being a macrobiotic friendly, comfortable environment looking like a page out of Pier1 catalogue, smelling of patcfhouli and sandlewood incense mixed with vanilla candles. Or the occasional burst of Joy perfume would fill the air, as mom wisked by in flowing clothes. The JOB papers posters gracing the walls beside of works of Monet, Vargas, and some artist friends of my folks, always gave me a sense of California style, rather than North Carolina tradition.
My father taught me to appreciate Jazz, Blues, Rock,and Classical music equally. Music became my escape from the realm of judgment by uptight southerners. But, when he played the sounds of Humpback whales album at Halloween , those haunting sounds made sure no one to come to our door.
We had dancing to Ravi Shankar with scarves and riding trail bikes into the mountains to find waterfalls, to occupy our time. We had no time for neighborhood socials, with people we didn't really like anyway. sharing some noodle salad concoction. No, we were grocery shopping for wheat germ, dried apricots, and fresh ground peanut butter at the health food store instead of Captain Crunch or Tang at Piggly Wiggly.
We weren't wearing Foster Grants. John Lennon spectacles were our choice. We weren't driving a station wagon, we had a used hearse with peace signs on the doors. While they went to PTA meetings and played sports, we were marching for civil rights and against invasions of countries
While other parents were listening to Barry Manilow and Frankie Valli on their entertainment center turntable. we were listening to The Beatles, CSNY, Led Zeppelin and Cat Stevens on our Pioneer HiFi while mom's friends passed around the lazy susan piled high with white powder.
It was no big shocker that I was different than all my peers. An alien in a sea, adrift in a sea of blissfully ignorant sheeple. It's hard not to pontificate at times on whether being blissfully ignorant is preferable. Because, when you know real people and deal with them on an open level, you find Leave it to Beaver societal norms stifling. I will forever be grateful for my parents being rebellious and teaching me to open my mind.and question what is expected.
I'll take being the rebellious alien any day 
Song for this post
What Is and What Should Never Be - Led Zeppelin
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Patriotic Illusions
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Posted:Jun 21, 2023 4:48 am
Last Updated:Feb 7, 2024 3:16 pm 9446 Views
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The inside joke for me, is that I live in Hospice.  I truly have a twisted sense of humor.
I moved in with my mom and a friend of hers who is a vietnam vet. They are both in their 70s and have health issues galore. My mom has an aortic aneurysm, essential tremors and high blood pressure. Her friend has sclerosis of the liver, congestive heart failure, edema, and cellulitis. He is a mess.
So far, I've been cooking, cleaning, and being the dutiful . Right now, I am in dire need of a getaway. The nightly rantings and up and down antics of "Don Vader" (what I lovingly call him because of his CPAP machine) mixed with Gunsmoke reruns blaring, has me running a bit burnt out.
Don fell a couple weeks ago and split his knee open like a pumpkin. He also ripped his toe half off  amp; I didn't realize until that moment, that I could never be an EMT. Blood makes me sick, and especially pools of it. But he also weighs 300 pounds. I called the ambulance while he protested heartily, to which I told him to shut up and deal with it. While waiting for them, he said he had to pee. He wanted me to help him up. However, once he grabbed onto my shoulder, I realized I'd never get that much weight up without throwing out my back. So, I got him a jar to relieve himself and it took three EMTs to lift him.  12 Stitches later, he was mobile again.
The other night, he and his walker came into the kitchen. He looked awful, run down, and frazzled.
Don: Nikki, I'm not well. I...I'm seeing people in the house.
Me: Oh yeah? Like who?
Don: I can't sleep because this guy I know, who is deceased, Cecil Richards, is in my bed
Me: Well I didn't see Cecil in your bed when I walked by...
Don: So it's an illusion? Thank you for telling me. I knew I could trust your judgement
Me: Yeah he's not there.
Don looked upset at his confusion
Me:You know what? When my grandpa was on meds, he saw imaginary spiders on the ceiling, so i got up there and killed them with a shoe, so he would rest. So, go back in there and tell Cecil, to get the fuck out of your room - and if he doesn't, I'll come sit with you.
I heard him that night, yelling at Cecil a couple times. Gave me a chuckle, but he rested overall. Unfortunately, he fell again yesterday, and went back in the hospital.
So, no matter if you end up living in Hospice...
Honor our veterans, and help them on their journey if you can....
Breathe deep the gathering gloom
Watch lights fade from every room
Bed sitter people look back and lament
Another days useless energy spent
Impassioned lovers wrestle as one
Lonely man cries for love and has none
New mother picks up and suckles her
Senior citizens wish they were young
Cold hearted orb that rules the night
Removes the colors from our sight
Red is gray and yellow white
But we decide which is right
And which is an illusion
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Knights In White Satin
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Monster Fotzen Fetish
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Posted:Jun 20, 2023 8:03 pm
Last Updated:Jan 10, 2024 11:58 am 7345 Views
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In a post a few months ago, I spoke of having a VCH piercing. A second of pain, for a lifetime of pleasure...Remember? It happened because of pumping my clit, a cherished fetish of mine.
It originated from watching a German porn movie about extreme pussy pumping. Something about those engorged beauties made me ache to try it. I am thoroughly and certifiably addicted.
Whenever I want to hear real orgasms and passion in porn stars, I turn to pumping every time. It's obviously an acquired taste...But you should watch it merly to see what I mean about the stars and their orgasms.
Look up Monster Fotzen Giga Cunt on the hamster. Trust me 
Song for this post
Pussy - Lords of Acid
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Nothing Personal But It's Personal
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Posted:Jun 20, 2023 4:05 am
Last Updated:Jul 4, 2023 3:51 pm 7069 Views
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If you are male, and think I've lost my mind on the blog lately. Quite the opposite , my friend. It's a man hater's club right now, because I have realized the absolutely zero chance of me ever submitting again. The male gender has once again, made me a cynical, fire breathing, bitch.
This isn't the first time. I was right here at 23, stripping ,and ready to take out the next mf who did something repulsively dick head related. Like the man who tipped me half a fif.ty . When asked where the other part was, he replied "taped to my hotel ceiling'.
I took my half, and lit it with a lighter, then dropped it into his lap. Or, the intoxicated redneck ,who thought he could cop a feel ,while getting a table dance. He used two fingers, just about plunging my thong into me. I grabbed his wrist, and told him he didn't pay nough to even smell it.. Before, having him ousted on his fat ass.
Yeah, I can be an absolute cunt.
And here you thought I was peaches and cream. Maybe with a shot of peach moonshine
Song for this post
Truth Hurts - Lizzo
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Egotistical Good Guys
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Posted:Jun 20, 2023 3:22 am
Last Updated:Jun 23, 2023 6:04 pm 6042 Views
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I know this one is going to be unpopular. Do I look concerned? Not in the slightest Why?
Because, somebody must say something for our fellow sisters who are taking it. Call it out and turn that gaslighting around my sistahs. I am sad to see you take that rubbish from the fuckwits.
Why do the most insecure men pose as dominant and have to tear women down to make themselves superior? Why is it even more prevalent when a woman is incredibly talented at multiple things, or at something a man does?
I truly want to know, because I am fucking tired of it.
Where are all the grown ups for fuck sake?
If she is a pro Dominatrix, he'll act like she is lying about what transpires. He might even ask her for part or the spoils, if he is a moocher on top. If she has a great idea, he will find a flaw to pick on. If she isn't willing to sit and wait on him while he bullshits with his buddies, she is selfish. If she stands up for herself, she is disrespectful.
It's fucking ridiculous in absurdity.
But what's even more ridiculous is how adamantly they will exert their good guy status. How big their heart is....How much they give...How much women have ripped them off or been unfaithful....How nice they are to them despite it all....
If I had a twen.ty for every one that has said such and turned into a dick, I'd be set.
O.K. Rant over.
Back to our regular programming
Song for this post
Asshole - Dennis Leary
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Having Rathers
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Posted:Jun 17, 2023 12:44 am
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2024 6:15 pm 5393 Views
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Rather than be your toy,
Booty calls will come when I want .
Rather than be in awe of you,
Rather make you stutter breathlessly
Rather than desire to be owned,
I desire to make you beg like the bitch you are
Rather than hang on your every word
Rather talk my talk and walk my walk
Rather than melt when you talk that jive
Rather outwit you and tease you back
Rather than be jealous and worry
When you think I should respect you
I will be respecting me
Welcome to the new pussycraft motherfucker
Where you have no power, save for what allowed
No more will I take what's given, if it is crumbs
Better serve me a whole fucking meal and dessert
Yeah the new pussycraft motherfucker
Song for this post
Thick of iT -Mary J Blige
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Baby's Got Saucy Talent
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Posted:Jun 13, 2023 2:30 am
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2024 12:24 am 5486 Views
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Was scrolling through my social stuff and saw the ad for a Favorite Chef. I decided to apply for the cooking competition, run by Chef Carla Hall from Chopped fame.Seriously, I filled out the application and thought they would never pick me. A couple days later the conformation came. I am a contestant! Who'd have thought?
It is a voting competition and need you guys to have my back
Currently, I am in 6th position. :
The Favorite Chef competition prize is 25 k. I want to use it to buy a food truck. My goal is to start a healthy organic food truck that is gluten free and allergen friendly for those who are limited. Another aspect we're adding is to pair with one of the delivery companies so people in hospitals will have the ability to actually eat without relying on their family.
You vote once a day for free, or if you are generous, you donate and get multiple chances.
So please cast your vote at favchef dot c om /2023/ nikki - everett You can vote for free each day.
Thank you ahead of time as this endeavor will help so many others in their struggles while on vacay.
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My Baby's Got Sauce - G Love and Special Sauce
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It's Sissy Time
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Posted:Jun 12, 2023 2:07 pm
Last Updated:Jun 14, 2023 2:43 am 5667 Views
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Once upon a time, a centarian of 107 years, a of mine, told me "Getting old ain't for sissies"There is a certain point that you just have to smile and nod. That's real talk. We must listen to our bodies tell us to slow down, before we end up injured,. Our very mortality depends on our acceptance of limitations and change due to age.
There was a time, when I could do a split against a vertical wall, and lean my body against my thigh. I could also lay on my stomach and bend my back far enough, that I could literally touch my head with the soles my feet. It was awe inspiring, truly. However if I tried that now, I am sure I'd rip something. Someone I know said, "Let's go roller skating, wouldn't that be a hoot?" Yeah it would... if I could imagine us possibly not ending up in triage.
Due to osteoarthritis in my knee and shoulder, I am going to have to retire from hair once and for all. But it also affects my BDSM play. no longer will I be able to be in stress positions in bondage. Even some sexual positions are having to retire along with it. Am I accepting it? Hell to the NO! But, honestly there isn't a choice in the matter. Well, I could resign myself to being depressed about it or complain, but I could also hold poo in one hand and want in the other....It isn't going to change reality.
I've heard egotistical Doms say, "You just need to exercise"
I'd like to see them be able to handle the same exertions and acrobatics they possibly did when they were 30 and 40 at 55+
For that matter, how about you keep your dick hard like you did at 20, and then I will pay heed to your expertise
Song for this post
When I'm Sixty - Four - The Beatles
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