richard_

People are strange. I was out having drinks with some friends last night, saw this random girl wearing one of the shirts i made. Which she bought from somewhere or another i'm guessing. I get all happy, because this is a complete stranger wearing one of my shirts, so walk up to her and politely say, "That shirts hilarious, i love it." To which she immediately replies, "Fuck off, i have a boyfriend." Without even thinking i said to her, "Ha!! Keep telling yourself that."
You know, i almost felt bad for her later that same evening, when i walked in on her "boyfriend" getting a blowjob from one of the waitresses in the men's room. Almost.

I like people. People in general that is. Men... women.. old men.. especially old women. But it seems i like them for reasons the vast majority of them simply can not understand. Or have simply forgotten how to. I like them for conversation. To trade words with. Exchange sentences, phrases, stories, jokes. Nothing brings a smile to my face more so than some good ol' intelligent conversation. Its sad though how most people seem so incapable of doing just that. Now i understand some might say that its harder for a women to engage in simple conversation with a man, for fear of the direction in which most might immediately attempt to redirect. But i know plenty of women who also know quite otherwise. And those few and far between have inevitably, thankfully became my friends. I have friends, wonderfully beautiful friends, who i've known for years and years. Without ever, can you guess it, ever having spoken to about sex. The subject simply has never come up. And i love them for that. Respect them for who and what they are. But then again, i also have quite wonderful friends with whom thats the only subject which ever comes up. And i love them for that. Respect them for who and what they are. Main point being, i always know the difference. And i'm never ever the first to ever attempt to change lanes.


Not the problem i have of course, but strangely quite similar. Sex is great, but alas.. i always need much much more.

I find this photo disturbingly symbolic.

Hence the reason it has become one of my all time favorite shirts.

So this morning i'm sitting in the neighborhood coffee shop.. enjoying conversation with friends. When along comes some guy, probably fresh out of high school, and asked the girl behind the counter (daughter of the owner) if they're still hiring. To which she quite matter-of- factly replied, "Yeah, but we don't hire people with tattoos. Within 30 seconds, more than half of the people sitting within said coffee shop, politely got up and left. Discrimination of any type is only the beginning. Merely the tip of the iceberg so i've had the misfortune to learn. Day after day the owners of that shop had enjoyed the business of the exact same people they secretly had refused to employ. No longer though. Within 2 hours of the owners daughter saying what she had said, the word had almost violently spread. Thank gods for the internet. And thank whoever for people still capable and willing to communicate.

But i digress. The whole point of this was my not quite frustration over the fact that one of my long time virtual friends here on SG, whom i've never ever spoken about sex with, recently got upset with me because she "found out" i had posted naked pics of myself in one of the threads. Really? She was honestly quite "pissed" that i would "do such a thing"?? Hm... she's a Suicide girl. Has quite a few sets of her also showing her naked as well. Has been quite outspoken on numerous occasions about being frustrated at some peoples insistence on misjudging her simply because she likes to pose nude. But i post a couple of naked picks in a group that she doesn't even belong to, never mention said pics to her, she somehow "finds out" and now i'm a flippin "man whore". The ridiculousness of some human beings never ceases to amaze me. But i am thankful for one thing, they almost consistently reveal themselves for who and what they truly are, without ever even realizing what it is they've done.



So to those who actually take the time to pay attention to who and what it is that i myself have thankfully become, thank you. And yeah, glad to say we're friends.

As for the rest of you fucks..