Tuesday, July 30, 2013

They Don't Want Me To Worship Chaos...

Not the BEST picture of Sinister Foxx, but one of the USA's most cum facial friendly amateurs out there (tone more to cum!)
Canadian (MOntreal, actually) Shy Eyez, who only shoots with a guy called the Cum King (and no, it isn't me!)

Amateur almost was a pro-am hardcore "Renee", never quite got to where she needed to be!
Monday the 22nd of July 2013, at the new workplace. No one wants me to invite nor worship chaos. The main and simplified reason is that there is enough as is, and inviting it would mean to attract more negativity into my life. But being a man whom I now can quite honestly admit that I absolutely loathe and detest change to a level almost as much as that spoiled little princess bitch which they have placed in the office workstation right next to me, I often wonder why do people wish to fight against what is only natural. Not that I too do not have similar yearnings and desires to contradict the natural state of existence, but for a human like myself living in a world surrounded by a majority of people who have:
- 1/2 (or less) of my audio sensitivity
- 1/3 (or less) of my sentient awareness
- conflicting if not opposing views from my own
I often wonder why I would wish to fight. When younger and filled with energy, I would gladly accept any excuse to practice my retaliation skills upon everything which was representative of the authoritarian state. But at my age now, I realized a good deal of things, with so much more yet to discover and of course, much more to learn as well, and the most important factor I believe is of importance at this moment, in the midst of this crazyness of 2013, is to keep a leveled head, and not waste precious energy trying to pretend that a lone individual can actually mean something or have his/her voice count in the long run when engulfed in an ocean of over-populated humans who're major sensibilities are based on their reality shows! In essence, what needs to be said from my fingers to my keyboard-less phone on this Monday morning at the new workplace is that I am stuck next to that loud little young spoiled princess, my work area lacks storage space and commodities to stash all my paper work/forms/filling and other paper-oriented thingamajigs, and in the stress and frustration of this yet more and other added never ending change in 2013, I forgot my lunch at home! Starving now, but I do have some back-up snacks and other DIY survival protein foods to be able to make somekind of "lunch". But oddly enough, this is not my main concern right now. Sadly enough, it is more in the general area of personal survival amongst the uncertainty and unpredictability of all the recent changes. One good thing is that yesterday (Sunday) we (at home) bought and assembled our very first outdoors patio set, which includes 2 chairs, a glass table, and a sun "umbrella" (parasol is the term in french). We also re-potted the tomato plant and installed 2 mini decorative sun lights. Our porch is starting to look like people live there now. This makes me feel a bit more at home, as opposed to the "orphan" which 2013 has began to make me feel like. Our owners downstairs decided to do a garden party which ended at around 21h00 (so cleaning up kept going until 22h30 or so), and reminded my wife and I why we are thankful not to be the ever-so typical francophone white trash which seems to be the alternative to other ethinicities in this Province. Seriously, my wife simply said to me as we were hanging our laundry out to dry on the clothesline "Thank God I'm meeeeee...." meaning that we are very happy not to actually be stereotypes nor typical people, but this also reminds us that we do not fit in with most people due to our refusal to adhere to the glorification of francophone white trashism which is perhaps one of the only ways left in the post Y2K world of Quebec's population to feel as though you are part of the "glory" of the french speaking people, even if so much of the words and slangs they use is borrowed from anglicisms and american TV! Anyway the point here is one which has been shared and posted numerous times in recent posts, if not all posts on this very blog: unique and without support: they haven't created a stereotype nor demographic for "me" yet, which renders socialization with peers quite near impossible on any level outside that of first level boring old chit-chat. If i wasn't "so" "old", I would probably be able to find some possible common ground with some outsiders today, due to the fact that today's world is so in love and glorifies the geeks, nerds, losers, and out-of-center people, but alas, as I discovered with some people such as Josie Jacobs and the like, I am too old and still into too un-cool and un-conventional obscurities to be able to "fit in" with those who do not. Not that it matters much; I never was one to be very much into the "crowded" scene, another reason why I am not able to share nor socialize much with many people: most people love crowds and being continually surrounded by humans. As far as I can tell, my wife and I are the only people i know of who enjoy going into "dead" bars and clubs where there are not many people. Everyone you speak to wants that crowded dance floor, that huge line up, as if the multitudes represent a sign of social standing of some sort. Again, as alien as my own being may seem to 98% of the human population, their own "values" feels also entirely alien to me. That is just the way it goes, I guess! Anyway, needless to say that I am having incredible difficulty with all these changes which may be an important factor to my paranoia and unease, inability to relax and feel "safe". But that is just part of this "game", I think. My whole life I have been against he social games of humanity but as I am growing older, I realize there are complex social strictures built around these games which, believe it or not, have become part of the "real" experience! I guess all this programming that social networks imposes upon humans have rendered them thinking that THAT option is the only one to go with, because any deviation from this forced POV means being left out and considered an outcast. And by this I do not mean the hip modern cool term of outcast, but the real meaning of the expression, that of being literally left alone for dead to fend for yourself. Most people actually have no clue as to what it means to being considered the anomaly, and to be honest, it has gotten to the point where I myself simply do mot care nor want to even attempt at trying to explain anymore, because those who need an explanation wouldn't understand the true depth or meaning of the "thing", and would only "get" the first layer of the surface. Well again, if you have read any of my past posts, you are well versed in my viewpoints towards human stupidity. So let's cut back to the juicy stuff, shall we? Last night I scoped out really quickly a DVD I purchased a while back but never watched, which is also another Johnni Darkko for Evil Angel. "Bodacious Booty #2" was purchased in the cheapie bins and is a follow up to a DVD I bought a while back (quite a while back, actually!) due to Tiffany Mynx being in it. Part 2 here has a whole different set of stars like Jennifer White, Sandra Romain, Raven Black and a few others. This is a very rare choice for me because this Darkko feature does NOT have his jizzler buddy Winston Burbank in any of the scenes, and as far as I can tell Johnni also does not contribute to the cocksmithing of his one, leaving the male spearing to such studs as Marc Ashley (I think it's Marc!), Christian XXX, and veteran (from the early 90s) stud Sean Michaels. Darkko is gifted as a director, photographer, musical composer (he writes the beginning and end credit scores for all his productions), and even though I was mostly interested in his all-oral gonzo features, his more traditional bang fuck gonzo flicks like "Bodacious Booth #2" also feature some very memorable moments with excellent image quality and photography, in a league far above and beyond that of so many modern day directors! Although I have alwAys believed that the king of post Y2K smut was always Jules Jordan for his incredible no-nonsense approach to what gonzo always was supposed to be, only to be compared if at all possible to the originator of gonzo itself, Rex Borski. But all this is well known fact in the world of gonzo, so why Johnni Darkko? Let us simply not forget his own background as a fashion photographer, making it a certainty that no matter who appears in his films, they always end up looking their absolute best. Jordan also has always had a flair for the beauty of the female talent in his films, but Darkko pushes it in a direction which hasn't met any equal yet. If Van Stykes was once a certain form of "copy" of the Jules Jordan style and aesthetic, Darkko is one step beyond, but still has his own unique style. Many people watching his porn probably can not tell nor pay attention to these details, preferring instead to concentrate on the ever first layer of smut and hardcore, but when you've been watching porn for as long as I have (and yes, that is another crack at my age ) you learn to  notice different things in the elements composing the formulae of the "art" form. Take for example the film "Hell is where the party is", a very unique tKe on the "new school" lacking of attention spam. Making porn like a modern day commercial and music video with slick imagery, over-framed per second film recording, filters, and cute every 3 or 4 seconds, it is no wonder such a film doesn't fall under typical sub-categories of "neu" porn styles. However, no matter how groundbreaking any release or director claims to be, there was always one before him. "Colorsex" and "Amazonesex" for example also featured different cinematography and presentation of what is basically a story-less sex formulae, and these were also but  natural follow-throughs from prior efforts. Many directors such as the love him or hate him Eon McKai has had no qualms mentioning that one of his greatest influences was late 80s Andrew Blake (director Jack The Zipper also mentions this as well). Interestingly enough, for all the hate and flaming that Mr Blake suffered when the 90s were seemingly geared more towards the hand held POV gonzo stylings of John Stagliano or even ex-stud John Leslie (RIP), Andrew Blake's style seems to be gaining a revival of sorts these days due to the fact that more women seem genuinely interested in beautiful and artful porn. And good old Andrew  ever sold out being the sole owner and distributor of his own material, making his monopoly on his product ever that more true and of course, expensive and difficult to get through regular markets. But as you know it, I myself actually have two really old Andrew Blake classics from the late 80s/early 90s era, back when such DVDs were distributed by the then very technologically limited Valentine video. But let's face it: Andrew Blake material is not for everyone and can be quite a turn off. An old and long disappeared friend of mine (incidentally I dreamt about him last night!) had told me decades ago how he just wasn't into Andrew Blake movies, no matter if some of his favorite porn chicks were in them. When the 90s came, much like myself, he was more of a gonzo guy than a story-oriented smut enthusiast. Oh, be did rent quite a few Andrew Blake romps but they didn't last long in his book once he discovered Max Hardcore, whom was his hero for the longest time. That is where our similar tastes differed. And on that note I fear I must leave you for the day, my metro stop being the next on the line: so I'll try to continue tomorrow folks, and here's hoping my adaptation to the new work environment doesn't drain me as completelly as it did last week! Until next time!







Tuesday July 23rd 2013: The transition to the new workplace is still harsh; the spoiled little princess bitch they stuck me next to has already begun asking all sorts of stupid shit because she can't do fuck all for herself. Well that's what being a spoiled bitch is all about; an existence based on always having been served by others never to have learned how to deal with things for yourself. Anyway, on this work/professional side of things, it sucks for the moment until I have made some kind of stable routine out of my chaotic daily existence! Last night after unpacking 2 boxes (of files, wouldn't you know it!) and installing a shower caddy in the bathroom, and after the dishes and supper and all that jazz, I was able to work a wee bit on my blog and I was quite disappointed when Inrealized that yesterday (Monday the 22nd) was Kinzie Kenner's bday! I have quite an impressive amount of Kinzie stuff in my hard drive (the external one) but until I actually have a real "room" to have a work space to have my laptop stuff there on a permanent basis, constantly getting it out and plugging it in and then plugging it out and packing it up again is a real fucking hassle. In the meantime my blogs are greatly reduced to more standard typical free online material instead of that which I have accumulated in my recent archives. But for what it is worth, it will do just fine!  And yes, lots of typos and mistakes due to this keyboard less phone but you are well aware of that by now! Out of all those birthday posts I was able to quicklie improvise last night thanks to having a one hour (or so) time alone, it was Olivia De Treville and Jade Martin Hsu's posts which suffered most due to my non access to my archives; both are stars which I have accumulated many pics and clips over the years via the internet, before everything was taken offline or the sites simply disappearing. I had mentioned this is the past about how over the last 6 or so years, online smut has greatly reduced in quality and diversity and has been replaced by quantity and more standardized stuff. Anyway, point being that, as you regular readers have most probably figured out, I was never able to recuperate from the previous 2 blogs' censorship. Having started something with the second blog which was deleted abruptly has rendered it this side of impossible to catch up and re-do from scratch. Numerous and incalculable other outside interference factors have also greatly contributed to my lack of being able to work on any post on a proper basis. But that is just the way the proverbial cookie crumbles, doesn't it? I am wondering at time what went through the heads of the managers of my company, now low-level managers since having been eaten up by a major player monster of the domain, when they placed me next to that little spoiled bitch princess. I just can not seem to wrap my head around anyone thinking it would be a good idea. Maybe they thought that it would make her more quiet, or that it would force me to socialize more, but so far, after 1 & 3/4 day in this new job setting, only the opposite has been achieved. I avoid eye contact, try to stay away from people in general, and have barely said anything to anyone at all. When folks ask me for something, I answer but the rest of the time, I try to shut down and shit myself off by plugging myself in earphones and listening to Miss Electric mixes. That way I do not need to be constantly reminded of the fact that I am right next to that awful excuse for a selfish stereotypically fucktard human being. It is almost an insult in my book to have been positioned so close to such a person; the only thing I can muster in terms of reason why is that this is payback for that indiscretion at the AC location a few months back. You know, come to think of it, it must be my punishment for having been a horrible employee at the AC location a while back. I mean, unless the managers are fucktards themselves which I believe they could not rightfully so be, there is no other logical explanation for such punishment. I mean everyone else "loves" her, so why place me so close to her? Why not anyone else? If being closer to the window was a choice based on years of service, then they should have asked me; I would have gladly donated my "choice" area for a spot further down inside the floor away from the window! But then again, never forget dear readers that I am truly unlike everyone else put there; my "type" and "style" does not exist in any registry or information manual. They have yet to create a category for the likes of me! I just got a text message telling me that Michelle B, yes THAT Michelle Barrett of UK mega porn fame, has received, and is thanking me for the bday wish last week! Ah yes, one of the first, and only good pieces of news today so far! Seeing as my boss left earlier for an out of town meeting with a client and that since we have been bought out by a major monster we can actually work about 30 minutes less each day than what we were forced to back when we were a decent little company, I decided to bolt out of this place at 16h00 or so. As much as it used to be a nice place to work at, being stuck next to the spoiled princess and the chaostrophy of 2013 alongside being inside this big anonymous company, I think I can "afford" to bolt out at 16h00 today. No sense in staying inside the new poisonous atmosphere of my life. Yes, from a 13 year stint at a very frustrating and poisonous apartment living thrusted into what is, so far, a poisonous work environment, I am desperately trying to make do with all the ever-continuous and never-ending changes of 2013. No need to remind everyone of my "new"-found bonafide hatred of change thanks to the apochaos of 2013. I used to understand and to a certain degree accept change as a necessity (although I have always had a problem adapting to it) but now it's become a true hatred of all things "change". At least my hand eczema is getting better! Now that's a change I can live with! That, and maybe if I managed to earn ten times my present salary and get able to own that nice stand-alone house on the corner where we used to live. You know, Joanna has often (at least a few times) mentioned that as a "king", I would require a palace fit for me. This reminds me of the manor where Miss Hybrid resides, and how there is some kind of romantic feel to living in a place so big that one needs help in order to keep it in working order! Not that Inwould want to have butlers and maids and stuff around all the time but there is definitely a romantic notion to living in a huge palace without the burdens of neighbors, laundry, groceries, clean-up, and the like. In a fantasy world of my own creation I am a king (of sorts) and my palace has Joanna as the cum slut plaything for everyone to enjoy at my command and leisure. When she is a good little slave, she is rewarded with special cat's craddle gang bangs and cumbaths! When is not so good, her punishment is determined by the king himself! Needless to say it would be a win-win situation on her end! Anyhow, I'd love to stay around and chat but my metro stop is coming up soon, and I want to get some posts ready for upcoming birthdays on my blog, as well as determining if I will shoot another one of those demo couch HJ sessions tonight or if I am too tired and exhausted! I admit I am a wee bit randy today and would like to get to watch some porn and jack off! Of course, it would be best if i actually had a room to shoot in but until we are at least moderately set-up, the only on-camera BBBing must remain HJ demos! So on that note, let's hope I have some really juicy and creaMy tales to tell tomorrow! So in the meantime, do stay  horny my friends, and don't stop being true to yourselves! And now to sign off of this keyboardless phone!







Wednesday, thy 24th day of July 2013: I do not want to start nor continue this blog post by continuing in my own self pitying negativity about the apochaos 2013 and the punishment of being stuck next to the spoiled princess. My thoughts, views, and feelings have been well documented. If you wish to ask me how I am doing and what's up, apochaos 2013 will be my answer to these questions. This answer should be more than enough to explain my feelings these days/weeks/months. Instead, I think we should bring back this blog to its delightfully decadent delicious BBB sexings and the ilk! And to help being this back to the proper frame of mind, last night I shot yet another one of those HJ couch demos! That's right! This time around, cutey blondie Crystal Rae was the manual provider for the session, and the video inspiration of choice was none other than Darkko's "Suck It Dry #4" which I hadn't watched properly yet! (pause for the chaostrophy: tried to go to bathroom, filled up, went down a level, no toilets there, went up 2 levels and need a security pass to go to toilet! Talk about bit major corporations!). I dressed Crystal up in a nice skin-tight little black dress to offer contrast to her pale-ish skin and hair, and just slipped on a little extra top to her dress to add a little flair to her get-up and that was all that she needed to be quite BBB demo HJ friendly! When my wife went into the shower I began setting up; grabbing an extra light, the tripod, one of Joanna's cum rags, and started getting ready even though she was not in bed yet! Well 8 was able to get most of everything ready and then started watching the "SID 4" DVD. First a few teaser previews of other Darkko releases I actually already had, and as my wide was still not out of the shower, I began to watch the feature itself, getting hard in the process, and I decided to film it seeing as how everything was ready! In the feature, Bianca Dagger was first up sucking the bat, and taking inspiration, Crystal also began feeling frisky! I took a few pictures, and the. When I felt it was quite ready I started to shoot the pre-cumshot clip; it began with myself just teasing my own cock for a bit, until Crystal's bound hands showed up and started stroking me off! After a bit of tease, she wrapped those arms and hands around my cock and slowly started jerking me off! On a few occasions I had to stope for a few moments because the intensity was just too much! When I was up to the point when jacking off with Crystal was going to be more ejaculatory prone than anything else, I stopped the camera. Just in time too because my wife then opened up the bathroom door: her shower was done! After killing a spider in our bedroom and kissing her goodnight, I returned to the living room to "finish what I started"! When I got the tripoded cAmera ready and the other camera also ready for action, I pressed play on the DVD to arrive just in time to see Darkko play his load over Bianca's face! It was a nice creamy load which also hit both her eyes, and she obviously was not too much into it, but she took it like the good sport she was! Next up was the return of famed BJ artist Bobbi Bliss who would have been just as home as in a "Sloppy Head" scene, but I do not think that Darkko's series existed just yet. Now I know a wee bit about Ms Bliss' Bj expertise and thus I dis not want to watch what was surely to be one of, if not the, best head scenes of this disc so I skipped ahead. By this time, Crystal's own handjobbing antics were being recorded by the second camera, and you can see me (as well as hear me) on a few occasions halting the HJing while pressing the next chapter button on the remote control! I don't know how it is going to look like in the final version, but I am sure it will make for some interesting footage. Finally when I got to Lela Star's oral sequence, I started the second (hand held) camera in a very POV-ish oriented angle, by which time Inwas rather well on the way to popping my butterload, stopping once in a while to make sure I was at the right moment and that both cameras were at their optimal position (although that tripod camera I could not see much of what the angle looked like so I just hoped it would be of decent angle!). Not a few minutes into Lela's scene (and here I thought I could have lasted until the Rebeca Linares or Sativa Rose scenes!) I think Crystal was pumping me at just the right speed and angle, I had to re-adjust my hand-held camera angle just in time to capture in that now ages-old classic BBB HJ POV style the creamy popshot Crystal jerked off into my pubs and on my belly! I hope I wasn









Thursday the 25th: sorry about cutting yesterday's one short like that: my wife had surprised me on the quai of the metro! So where was I? Oh yes; I hope I was not too loud during the orgasm because at that point I sort of felt as though I was all alone in the universe, except for Crystal Rae jacking me off! Although it was not one of the world's best popshots (they rarely are in the case of couch HJ sessions!), it certainly was tasty, pleasant, an and quite creamy! I enjoy these cumshots because they showcase another side of the spunking, the more slow-fi subdued and dare I say "tranquil" side of the cum eruptions, creaming all over my own self before the doll cumplays with the result and then I get to clean up with a Joanna cum rag! After the pop shot, I took a few post cum pics while my cock wasn 't fully flacid yet, and after a few of those, I did another clip of the post cumshot. This time, as opposed to Kanika (who was the last one to jack me off, remember ) who'se queen status "prevented" her from tasting my spunk, Crystal is a well known Californian blonde slut , so she had absolutely no qualms whatsoever dunking her own face in every little cum puddle on my belly, resulting in her hair also being quite messy! I don't know why but I sort of had a Joanna P flash moment right then! After the clip and her showcasing her messy face, I continued taking post cum pics of her cum-mug (cummy mug, and not a drinking mug full of cum although I do wish I could fill a mug with one of my cumshots!) before calling it a night. And that was it! Well not quite because I actually took one of Joanna's cumrags which was lying around right next to me and wiped a wee bit of my cum off my belly for the camera, just to remind everyone that once the cameras stop rolling, the butter cum is collected for Joanna! And there sure was a substantial amount of cum to clean up! I am starting to feel like Joanna's Vacation Tshirt cumrag is running out of places filled with cum! She sure will feel more than just "buttered" when she slips that one on! So after all of this, I cleaned up the set-up, put everything back in its place, and voilà, another demo HJ session done, as well as adding another set to Crystal Raw's repertoire! I don't know if I mentioned this already but I am taking the opportunity while unable to shoot regular BBB sessions and limited to these couch demos to use dolls which I haven't used on regular rotation of late. You know what I mean by that: the regulars like RePo, KLS, BC, and MiniJoanna all have gotten more than their fair share of on-screen time since 2012 (and more!), but many others in the roster haven't been nearly quite as active of late. Couch HJ demos are the perfect opportunity to take them Bdolls out of semi retirement and back into the spotlight! Plus it also brings back a few things: a long while ago (a few years back) FDF (who is now the main person behind a semi successful official pay websites about another type of fetish) dis mention that when t came to dolls, often it really did not matter much "which" doll was at the center of attentions, but rather the horny state of the person doing the sexing of the dolls (in this case, myself!). Of course back then I did not really mind nor care all that much indeed, but as I changed throughout the years, so did my appreciation for some dolls. In essence, if back then I used to "not care" which dolls I creamed because I was just horny for the BBB itself, these days it is a whole different story, the doll playing a major important part in the session itself. But that's just one point, the other being how "forcing" myself to take dolls out of temporary retirement by having fun with these couch demo sets, has allowed me to re-discover part of the charm and magic of some dolls. I mean as it is well known, I don't really dig the blonde dolls all that much but I have kept a half dozen or so on hand for when the occasion calls for it. After all, the stereotype of the doll itself is that of the blonde model! And as those blondes I did keep just don't fit in to the stereotypical mold (I guess it is like my own self!), it does help in the fact that they are "unique" and do retain some attention from yours trully. BC is perhaps the most unconventional blonde doll in the bunch being one of those all-too-rare blonde dolls which attract my entire attention. Katianna's obvious kraut and a-typical face (and hair) mold set her apart from just about every other blonde model. Sue Storm (invisible woman) does have those special eyes and a certain "air" about her which also makes her a different add-on to the blonde models. Angela Crystal, which could have been a very typical blonde doll also had unique eyes and facial structure to set her apart from the usual blend! And Crystal Rae, perhaps the closest to a typical blonde Bdoll, is actually a slightly  different version; when her model came out, I sorted through dozens of them and picked out 3: one for a give-away, one for TtheO and the last one for myself, who had a slightly different eye paint job which made her just unique enough to be considered Butter-branded! Go ahead, don't just take my word for it; scope out the various cast pictures of the aforementioned Bdolls in the "What Is BBB?" page, and compare them to run of the mill blonde doll models you can find at any local store. If you have an eye for detail, and if you also have a thing for dolls, you may actually notice what I am talking about! Of course, I have also donated and gotten rid of other blonde dolls from my past collection due to the fact that they dis seem to be slightly too "conventional" for my evolving tastes. But not just the blondes, mind you, as a certain portion of my dolls have unfortunately also been permanently retired. Some I regret, others I do not mind. Again, pretty much most of this info is detailed in the "What Is BBB?" page and also explains why and whom inherited these dolls! One thing which may not have been described in that page is the mega cleanup I did a while back. I am sure most of you more "experienced" readers will recall (perhaps more in the vein of prior censored blogs) of how about 2 years ago I went into a major cleanup of my old studio room (in the old apartment) getting rid of a good 50% of my material goods, which also meant getting rid of some (most?) of my BBB material. I downsized from a huge sized hockey bag to a regular sized backpack and kept only the dolls I knew would go through regular rotation, as well as some of the clothings and accessories. Some material I was keeping in order to maybe one day do a special project or something or another got tossed into the garbage because already my time was getting much too constrained and limited. In essence, I decided to minimize my BBB and try to return to the basics. So at least 1/4 of the dolls were placed in a donations bag (yet to be claimed; I have been keeping them at FZ's place for something like 10 months now but TtheO has never returned my messages. So maybe these are up for grabs? Would YOU like to inherit classic BBBdolls from 2004 and the like? Remember, these are the dolls which you have seen being used since the very beginning!), and well over half of the clothes and accessories were placed aside as well, but when the move got closer (late June/early July 2013), and TTheO wasn't answering the hails, I did the unthinkable. Yea, I tossed them in the garbage! And if that was not a crime enough as is, I did something else which was equally as bad (what is this, the BBB confessional booth?). All those discs, those Cdrs Nd Dvdrs which I had made over the years for the likes of TtheO, FDF and DSD were all thrown away one fine day at the ecocenter! Seeing as how DSD has pretty much disappeared into the unknown, FDF made it clear he needed to downsize and keep his BBB collection to a strict minimum, and TtheO wasn't answering (and the move was now dangerously too close for comfort!), I took those 100s of discs, some containing unique material which even I never kept copies of (such as private clips, BTS clips, etc.), and as much as it broke my heart I had to "recycle" them at the local Eco Centre. Yes, the 2013 move was more than meets the eye, especially in the history of the BBB! I am not saying all of this came easily and that I just turned a blind eye and "threw away" all that stuff, but at the same time, I could no longer hold on to stuff which, for years, had been kept in the waiting interim period until those for whom it was destined would claim and get in contact with. I guess that is what happened with the BC doll; DSD pretty much disappeared into the unknown of the WWW, dis not answer my emails, and when I got to doing that major cleanup, I found BC ready to be shipped to him-but without a mailing address, I guess it was difficult to ship her back to him, although it had been my intention since early 2010! Anyway, seeing as how it was BC I decided that after all this time I could claim her for my own and, as documented in the "What Is BBB?" page, have had her do a "cumback" for the BBB. She has taken part in numerous activities since then, most of which are probably still unedited in my ever-growing "archives" of newer BBB material since after the hard-drive fail of April 2012 (was it in 2012? Things are so chaotic all over that I am having difficulty remembering stuff! That is why I keep these weekly updates, so that at least there is some kind of record somewhere of all the crazy changes happening in this life!). Well that's about it for me today: no use in talking about the shit fuck crap at work as that is very well known. From one hell hole to the next, tomorrow is the AC location where at least there is (or was?) an illusionary state of familiarity! I may not have a desk nor a computer, but at least it isn't as crazed chaotic as elsewhere! The good news is that tomorrow is also Friday and that means drinking time at FZ's pad, another source of comfort for me in these trying times of constant instability. Saturday night I am going to see Sarah Silverman with my wife at the Just For Laughs comedy festival, and Sunday we are taking our godson to see that shark expo in the old Montreal. All of these weekend activities will be also filled with other unfortunate necessities and interferences, which I also hope to document in the NEXT weekly update after this one. It is also Joanna's bday coming soon, and I really should start working on the special clips I have for her. As for making a Bday blog post, I still haven't unpacked my stuff (it has been a month since I moved now, but alas, life/chaos, you know!) which means I won't be able to make a retrospective of the special stuff we've shared since we started exchanging thoughts and perversions with one another 3 years ago already! Anyhow, more details later as for now, my metro stop is quite nearing and I must get ready for tonight's errands (yes, there are errands on weeknights as well!). Cheers folks: speak to y'all tomorrow from the AC location!










Friday the 26th of July in 2013 (as promised, or preordained-foreseen?- from the AC location!) Overloaded with work today: I went o bed at around 9pm last night and woke up exhausted yet again today. Good news is that Miss Electric, the Austian dark techno DJ extraordinaire will be emailing me links to download some f her mixes soon. If I was in In Russia, Sasha Prana would let me party with her at an event she is DJing at. Looks like the shark expo we will be going at with my godson will have to be ended on a low note because we will have to see the movie translated in french due to my godson's unilngualism. His parents are those very typical quebecois unilingual white trash breeders who promote ignorance as well as hatred of anything that is not white trash francophone. The result is a nephew of mine whom I can not share anything with due to the fact that the majority of what I believe in is outside his comprehension. At the age of 10 I was already writing english comic books and starting to dabble in the idea of possibly making films. My nephew still thinks that all his Star Wars and Marvel superheros are French originals. The mere concept of translation seems to be completely ignored and unknown. So what can one do to change this? After being brainwashed into thinking that all things english are evil, there is nothing much I can do but do what seems to be the lot of recent times and that s to shut up and accept these things which I can not change. Last night my wife and I wasted our entire evening fumbling around my new job's medical insurance website enrollment. Sometimes I wonder why is it that life(i.e. people) enjoy to overcomplicate everything. I understand now why I am such a sucker for basics and minimalism: my whole life seems to be a continual fight against increasingly exponential complexity in every domain. Well that and stupidity/ignorance, but in Quebec, those are worshiped like a cultural right! Anyway, I was planning a BBB demo session last night, even got the doll out and ready (outfit and all!) but after spending over 2 hours on that enrollment website,!I was exhausted beyond normal capacity and had to go crash! What a waste I thought, but at the same time, how good can a session actually be if I am beyond the low level threshold of energy? It's funny because my enthusiasm for living has been replaced by the dread of daily fights and struggles. The math goes as follows: in terms of CONSCIOUSNESS only (i.e. we can not count the hours of slumber and unconsciousness), I spend 40 hours a week (not counting transit either) at work, and a maximum of 50 hours a week outside of work to do everything else, which also includes the transit for work (that's 90 minutes a day minimum for 5 days out of 7). It is therefore safe to say that I spend half my life working for others, and draining all my energy in the process. Now comes the time weigh and balance it all: is life worth fighting for when half of it is given to others who do not help you achieve your goals nor maximum potential? One could go further and claim to a certain extent that half of one's life is pure struggle, which the other is struggling to make it all worthwhile! That is a lot of "fighting", if you ask me! I recall my father ages ago who said that as you get older, you sort of stop wanting to continually fight against the system. The ignorance of my youth attributed this to a lack of determination and conviction, but as I am realizing of late, it is a question of not being able to find support against the insurmountable odds against the individual. It's one thing to believe in things most people could never comprehend even if their own childrens' lives depended on it, but it's another to try to hold on to one's beliefs as everything around you appears/seems to be working in unison to crush you and your values. But that's the paycheque of the forward and independent thinker. You are not promoted not recognized for being a true unique free thinker, you are instead pointed at, and made an example of. It appears in the continual hypocrisy of modern wireless vulturetainment society that actually being "1 in a million" is seen as a serious offense. No wonder the old idiom of "the more you know the less you show" seems to ring true. My brother who is a violent militant of standing up for freedom may have his heart in the right place when he says things like "if you don't stand up, who will?" but he fails to realise that my own anti (whoops!)-sorry folks, I just got interrupted by FZ on the phone! Interestingly enough he read last week's blog post of mine and actually has a theory about how the ever-expanding universe, at increasing speeds mind you, may also be somewhat related to my own theory about 2013 being "the end". How very intriguing to say the least! And here I thought all he cared about my blog were the big boobs! Anyhow, I'll be heading off to his pad tonight for some damn darn well deserved relaxo-mucho downtime with alcohol. I will also try to do more of those private email video responses to Joanna (seeing as how it goes faster to talk than to write these days), but let's face it; by the time I do get to FZ's place, I am usually vey tired and quite ready to sit on my butt and basically do nothing at all! Well at least that's what happened the past 2 Fridays as I was trying to muster the energy to answer Joanna's emails for the past few months!! Alas, exhaustion got the better of me on both occasions! So here's hoping tonight will be different! 








Saturday the 27th: tonight we are scheduled to go see Sarah Silverman host one of the Just For laughs galas in montreal, and we also have reservations for a nice restaurant nearby prior to that. We have to assemble the barbecue today as well as try to unpack some boxes and then try to squeeze in a nap before the show. (later on) we are at that bistro and the place is over packed (well maybe just packed but my own paranoia and isolationistic being feels as though it is over packed indeed), due to the overwhelming tourism and street traffic of the 514's summer time festivals. Anyhow we did nap and ran tons of errands and if all goes well, we'll still be able to enjoy the evening after the show. I will admit something awful here and now and that is how I am really happy to. E me right now; surrounded by what I can only describe as what is the typical french Quebecois stereotypes of the urban-ish nAture, I often feel as though I am an outsider in such places as well. Or at least, it feels nice to not be on the same level as some of these people. Ok now that sounded very conceded, self centered and self all important but I always do feel as though there is something quite "bonne franquette" about the uninlingual francophones from this Province. You have your white trash folks like everyone and everywhere else, but there is something about that "type" who seems to try to hard at being like "the intellectual" or the "culturally hip". But then again never forget that I too am full of my own shit, and am also full of shit like the rest of the people and so never take anything of what I say all too seriously because anyone who thinks themselves so seriously surely can not actually be taken so seriously! (to be continued in next week's update, or rather let's try for a refresher start!).

UK cumsluts dress up and partake in pro-am bukkake parties!

I do not know who's luckier; the cum thirsty girl or those get a load off from free guys?




More proof that the REAL cumsluts are British!

Why are the better cum hungry ladies all ENglish? Is it something in their water?

Monday, July 29, 2013

Remembering MIA ROSE

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