Can't even see emails
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Posted:Feb 14, 2016 5:39 am
Last Updated:Oct 6, 2017 11:25 pm
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Hi, this is just to let everyone know that I can't even see emails here. If you want to reach me, just google blastedtgirl. You'll find me all over the web.
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Might as well share some crazy...
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Posted:Oct 15, 2015 2:46 am
Last Updated:Feb 8, 2016 1:01 am
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So, earlier today I received a message from an admirer. He seemed sweet so I asked what he had in mind. Here is the conversation that ensued-
"Netflix and Chill." He replied.
I asked a follow up, "What is Netflix?"\
"It's an online thing where you can watch any TV show that's ever been on TV." He responded with redundancy.
To which I may have said too much, " You mean like the Teletubbies? OMG! Have you ever seen the "tubby custard" episode? It starts bad, then gets so much worse as they all do oral to a twisting 15" penis bong for like 10 minutes, and then the episode climaxes, quite literally and repeatedly, with a seemingly never ending montage of money shot after, "omfg! Wtf! I thought this was a 's show! Sure, the Muppet's comedy went over 's heads, but not like Peter fucking north!" slow motion, money shot. I used to have the episode on mp4, just so I could have it playing on one of my monitors when I wanted or friends to leave. No one can watch 5 minutes of that episode without wanting to take a long, scalding hot shower with a fresh bar of lava soap-extra sharp and crunchy- and an almost religious calling to try celibacy for a long, long time..."
Textual silence ensued.
So I tried to clarify and save the situation, "I'm guessing that wasn't what you meant?"
Crickets chirping and the occasional bar of a Simon and Garfunkel hit floated in my window, but no response.
So, if anyone could tell me what I may have done to run him off, I would be grateful, because right now I am just feeling irrationally fat and wondering if that could have been the problem..
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Communication Breakdown
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Posted:Sep 20, 2015 11:19 pm
Last Updated:Feb 13, 2016 8:55 pm
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Since I just got back on here and I will probably not get a gold membership anytime soon, I can't respond to flirts. If you'd like to say something to me or ask a question, please go ahead and message me or comment here. Thanks
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Sex and socialism are not as dirty as you have been led to believe...
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Posted:Mar 10, 2011 4:33 am
Last Updated:Oct 5, 2015 11:44 pm
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If you turn on Faux News any given hour of the day, you will not have to wait more than a few minutes before you get to hear a Prophecy of Doom involving Liberal Degeneration and Debauchery. In fact, Faux News has even begun to claim that liberals have gone so far to the dark side that some may even be secretly harboring socialist tendencies. Well, if that does not turn the the squirt on your face to ice, then read on...
I am a Socialist. My political opinions are based in the concept that "If a population is already paying 35-45% of its income to a Government which also tacks an 8-10% tax onto every purchase within its borders or by said population, then that population should reasonably expect to receive social services, health care and security at a level comparable to the amount they are paying. It doesn't take a randomly polled passerby of average looks and demeanor to realize that the current system does not live up to its current billing. Welfare and food assistance pay out maybe 2% of the governments tax intake every year... Medicare may cost another 1%. etc etc. So, where is the rest of the $?
The sum military spending of 99.5% of the countries on the Earth comes out to just over $100 billion a year. That may seem like a good chunk of change, but it is imperceptible when put next to the official military spending of the other .5%. That fraction spends over $600 billion a year on budgeted things that go boom and an unkown amount more on secret stuff and emergency appropriations. Hell, for the same amount of money as the Pentagon tells us it spends, we could send every person on the planet a $100 check on their birthday with a card that says, "Love me, please!" That'd be a $90 dollar increase over the card I got once a year from my abusive and bitchy Grandma. I do love her and would never wanna hurt her and the only reason I can come up with for my feelings towards her is the annual sawbuck wrapped in a hollow sentiment hallmark card. If she upped my pay another $90, I'd prolly call her once a month and visit.
Bring up Military Spending and people will question your patriotism in direct proportion to the math skills you display while questioning them. Bring up welfare and governmental assistance and those same people will share shameful tales of others they have known who would subsist solely upon the tit of our corrupted of a welfare state. Why should we do a thing for those who honestly need the social assistance, when there are those who may draw from the same well with out any noticeable physical disability or disease?
Well, if I have a choice of paying for some stoned slacker to couch surf amidst stacks of government cheese without occasionally putting on a Burger King uniform and doing his part for God and Country or paying to send that same person to don a less appetizing uniform, fly half way around the word and proceed to melt and burn the skin off of some other person's ...
Well... Somebody find the remote and wake the stoner. The NEA Showcase will be on soon! If you need me, I'll be in the kitchen cutting cheese plates and mixing up cool aid.
That being said.... WTF is up with all the guys who ask me to do hardcore webcam shows for them all the time, but get self righteously pissed when I tell them the ticket price for the show? Webcams, computers, lighting, make up, toys, clothing and other such sundry items cost $. The fragile looking lace costumes that these men are so adamant about being standard features of every show, really are as spendy, yet fragile and short lived as they appear to be. The make up which just sacrificed itself to the sweat and pillow, is the same make up that the guy scoffed at in the store the week before.
"$20 for foundation.. if this is just the foundation, where is the rest of the house?"
Pay for the show and you'll find out. It is that simple. You'll prolly find a ton of your questions answered and mysteries solved if you would just pay the ticket price and then enjoy the show.
Hope you see me soon,
Blastedtgirl
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Please read before screwing
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Posted:Mar 7, 2011 11:48 pm
Last Updated:Sep 10, 2018 11:00 am
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Who am I? Well, I am... HD adhd, brilliantly scattered like the stars, have good days and bad days in the same 12 hours and some daze see 5 sunrises. I engage without thought, yet strategize the big picture down to minutia. I look before I leap, yet no matter what I see, I leap anyways. I will not remember what we spoke about so passionately a day ago. I was ranting, I thought you were listening to me. I do not have the capacity to talk as fast as I do and also pay attention to what I say.
On the whole I am mercurial as chaos theory yet as staid as the sunset. I value loyalty over righteousness. There is no right or wrong, the present manipulates the past from moment to moment, but I stand my ground in hopes that the future will vindicate me for my actions. That being said, I am a tranny, who will never get SRS, so it is obvious that I cannot even pick a gender. No one is even comfortable with me in pronoun semantics. I am a dichotomy of self with a non polar personality. My mood is always.. well.. I am a cheery motherfucker day in and day out. In the face of adversity, I smile. In the face of love, I fucked up, but smiled nonetheless.
I will be smiling in Hell when I die, for it is not in me to burden samaratins or charlatans with the cross I bear. Stick it in deep. I want ya to nail me. Just dont expect me to hang around for very long. You can't save me and I do not want to save you. I'd rather die for your sins than live with mine, but when I tried, no one was good enough, but I was bad enough, so I doubled my nightmares and gave up on sleep.
I have been on xxxxxx for longer than most of you have been alive, yet I drink enough whiskey that I look right in society. I coined the term "Blasted Reality" to describe my perception of life and named myself "Blasted T-Girl" to warn others away, but still I am beset on all sides with guys who like walks on the beach and snowflakes. I love Elvis and firepower, the Beatles and bombs.
I believe that your God is real and that your enemy's God is just as real. I would not believe in my God if H-im-H-er-It wasn't so funny and I've always gotten their jokes. You see, everyone claims that their God is everything, then states what their God is not. God is all things to all people then all that is missed. The kissed, the pissed, the dissed and the dick with a list. The Devil in these eyes and sheep in disguise. So fuck me or fight me. I don't care if ya like me. I'm not here for your sake. It's my fate and I'm late. So... I just ate. Don't really much date and I can masterbate, so don't hate if I wait or fail to concentrate on being your dream girl or your perfect mate. Got that straight?
There are no straight lines in this universe, so if you thought yes, you are wrong...
Only a fool is totally certain.. Am I positive on that? Absolutely!!
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