Something To Think About....
Well MOvember has come and gone and all across the globe men grew some outstanding staches to support and raise the awareness of PROSTATE CANCER.
But here's something that got me wondering... Do pre-op and also post-op transvestites still go to the doctors as they get older to have their prostates checked?! I mean, they only have the cock and balls removed... they don't have the prostate removed.... or do they?! EITHER WAY it would be severely awkward being a doctor and having what appears to be a woman ask you to do that to her! lol
Well MOvember has come and gone and all across the globe men grew some outstanding staches to support and raise the awareness of PROSTATE CANCER.
But here's something that got me wondering... Do pre-op and also post-op transvestites still go to the doctors as they get older to have their prostates checked?! I mean, they only have the cock and balls removed... they don't have the prostate removed.... or do they?! EITHER WAY it would be severely awkward being a doctor and having what appears to be a woman ask you to do that to her! lol
That was seriously fucked up...
Bare with me if you read this because I am going to rant and rave my balls off in anger at the recent bullshit I heard.
Lets take it from the top. There's this girl. A girl that I just happened to like and who actually liked me back. Sweet. Awesome. It's a good start.
We start chatting and getting to know each other and start organizing our "first date" so to speak and actually get the ball rolling. Then she hits me with a question: "Do you want kids?"
Now, I'm not gonna bullshit around this one... I seriously DO NOT want kids. Sure, if I find the right person and take it through the marriage route then to having kids then yeah possibly, but as I am breathing today, NO I DO NOT.
Here is what I get told: Well if you don't want kids with me we can't be together (just for the record I said no not right now but if I find the right person then yes... nice and simple). She then goes on to say, "I want kids within three years of being with a person and if that person doesn't want them then there is no point to me even starting a relationship with that person. So we can't be together."
Three words: WHAT THE FUCK!?
We haven't even been on a first date yet. What is the guarantee we would even get a long as a couple let alone be together for three years. AND WHAT THE FUCK with you want kids within three years?! Seriously, is the female race just that fucked up or am I just unlucky enough to find myself the freaks of fucking nature out there?! Who the fuck comes up with that shit?!
Needless to say we are not talking now... AND I'M THE BAD GUY APPARENTLY!! Going around saying I played mind games making her think I want a family with her (bull-fucking-shit I mentioned NOTHING about family) saying I broke her heart (HOW?! WE WEREN'T TOGETHER) saying I used her (AGAIN, HOW?!?! MY DICK HAS STAYED IN MY PANTS YOU MORON!). At least I know our mutual friends are on my side and count her as a psycho. As for her fellow none mutual mates down the loony bin... Well fuck em and what they may think about me.
Anyway.... I feel a lot better now. Seems ranting does help with getting issues off ones chest before they erupt in anger.
Now excuse me, there is a beer waiting for me and procrastination to be had.
Cheers
L
Bare with me if you read this because I am going to rant and rave my balls off in anger at the recent bullshit I heard.
Lets take it from the top. There's this girl. A girl that I just happened to like and who actually liked me back. Sweet. Awesome. It's a good start.
We start chatting and getting to know each other and start organizing our "first date" so to speak and actually get the ball rolling. Then she hits me with a question: "Do you want kids?"
Now, I'm not gonna bullshit around this one... I seriously DO NOT want kids. Sure, if I find the right person and take it through the marriage route then to having kids then yeah possibly, but as I am breathing today, NO I DO NOT.
Here is what I get told: Well if you don't want kids with me we can't be together (just for the record I said no not right now but if I find the right person then yes... nice and simple). She then goes on to say, "I want kids within three years of being with a person and if that person doesn't want them then there is no point to me even starting a relationship with that person. So we can't be together."
Three words: WHAT THE FUCK!?
We haven't even been on a first date yet. What is the guarantee we would even get a long as a couple let alone be together for three years. AND WHAT THE FUCK with you want kids within three years?! Seriously, is the female race just that fucked up or am I just unlucky enough to find myself the freaks of fucking nature out there?! Who the fuck comes up with that shit?!
Needless to say we are not talking now... AND I'M THE BAD GUY APPARENTLY!! Going around saying I played mind games making her think I want a family with her (bull-fucking-shit I mentioned NOTHING about family) saying I broke her heart (HOW?! WE WEREN'T TOGETHER) saying I used her (AGAIN, HOW?!?! MY DICK HAS STAYED IN MY PANTS YOU MORON!). At least I know our mutual friends are on my side and count her as a psycho. As for her fellow none mutual mates down the loony bin... Well fuck em and what they may think about me.
Anyway.... I feel a lot better now. Seems ranting does help with getting issues off ones chest before they erupt in anger.
Now excuse me, there is a beer waiting for me and procrastination to be had.
Cheers
L
MY CHEST PIECE IS BETTER THAN YOURS!
well it fucking would be if I ever managed to finish it!! God damn it. 2 hours of pain to go! BRING IT ON I SAY!
well it fucking would be if I ever managed to finish it!! God damn it. 2 hours of pain to go! BRING IT ON I SAY!
I think I was a bit mean...
As I sat there in my local tattoo parlour waiting for my next session to begin, a group of girls walked in, booked in and waited eagerly with me. I over heard them chattering away about how "cool" it is that the one of them is getting this done!
Then I heard her... Sitting there nervous bouncing her legs up and down, twiddling her fingers, biting her nails. "I'm scared!' she said. "It's going to hurt". Her friends reassured her it won't be too bad. That they'll be there to support her and get her through it. Everything will be fine. I just sat there, reading my book and waiting.
Then the inevitable happened. Her friends referred to me, saying he has many tattoos. Then they asked me the question that should not be asked in a tattoo parlour.... "sorry, can we ask you something? Did your tattoos hurt?"
Cue "Lyndon the Dick" to step in.
"No, not at all I said. It feels like you're being tickled with feathers. OF COURSE IT FUCKING HURTS! It's a needle, penetrating your skin over and over again. In some instances it has felt like I was being burned with a red hot poker! Hell I have even fainted sometimes (it's true...my thresh hold for pain is shit)." Probably not what a tattoo virgin wanted to hear going into this but hey, you asked me the dumbest question ever. "But you really shouldn't be asking me... Or anyone else for that matter" I continued, "Each individual is different. We all have different thresh holds of pain. At the end of the day, its a needle, penetrating your skin. You will hurt... Just depends how much now."
Sorry to say, she walked out, in tears, her friends giving me the evil eye, the receptionist in tears with laughter and the tattoo artist not caring as she still paid over the fees for wasting his time. I went through hell for 3 hours continuing my chest piece but hey, it was worth the pain.
Point of this you might be asking? Well, thought I would share an experience I found amusing and second... Don't ask stupid questions like that, or you will make things worse for yourself.
Shit blog piece but hey, it's all I could think of XD
Cheers
L
As I sat there in my local tattoo parlour waiting for my next session to begin, a group of girls walked in, booked in and waited eagerly with me. I over heard them chattering away about how "cool" it is that the one of them is getting this done!
Then I heard her... Sitting there nervous bouncing her legs up and down, twiddling her fingers, biting her nails. "I'm scared!' she said. "It's going to hurt". Her friends reassured her it won't be too bad. That they'll be there to support her and get her through it. Everything will be fine. I just sat there, reading my book and waiting.
Then the inevitable happened. Her friends referred to me, saying he has many tattoos. Then they asked me the question that should not be asked in a tattoo parlour.... "sorry, can we ask you something? Did your tattoos hurt?"
Cue "Lyndon the Dick" to step in.
"No, not at all I said. It feels like you're being tickled with feathers. OF COURSE IT FUCKING HURTS! It's a needle, penetrating your skin over and over again. In some instances it has felt like I was being burned with a red hot poker! Hell I have even fainted sometimes (it's true...my thresh hold for pain is shit)." Probably not what a tattoo virgin wanted to hear going into this but hey, you asked me the dumbest question ever. "But you really shouldn't be asking me... Or anyone else for that matter" I continued, "Each individual is different. We all have different thresh holds of pain. At the end of the day, its a needle, penetrating your skin. You will hurt... Just depends how much now."
Sorry to say, she walked out, in tears, her friends giving me the evil eye, the receptionist in tears with laughter and the tattoo artist not caring as she still paid over the fees for wasting his time. I went through hell for 3 hours continuing my chest piece but hey, it was worth the pain.
Point of this you might be asking? Well, thought I would share an experience I found amusing and second... Don't ask stupid questions like that, or you will make things worse for yourself.
Shit blog piece but hey, it's all I could think of XD
Cheers
L
