Tiredness...

Sometimes I wonder about what I want to write... I sit here typing this talking to someone I consider a friend, but given the nature of what I am trying to type, I wonder...

As you may have guessed from My last post, I dont talk about Myself all that much... I never really get the right words out which pisses both Me, and others off...

Something happened the other day, I was sitting, waiting about for someone I considered a good friend to come and chat to Me...
yup
Me
a Free Man
WAITING for someone...

Now, Free Man bollocks aside, I -know- some of the Panthers will make some comment about Me beating My chest, My expectations for My Friends are few
honesty and avoid disappointing Me

In return, you get someone loyal, loving and welcoming... oh yes, I will piss you off, say things I shouldnt... but still, I never do it intentionally
I always -intend- to do My best...

but I am tired now...

simply put, why should I care

I always seem to be the one apologising

I always seem to be the one chasing around...

I am the one making the time for you lot, even if My rl is hectic...

In return I get people who get pissed off when I dare to make a comment or write down an opinion...

People who wont make the effort to contact Me when they say they will


So here it goes...

I am tired of it... I am tired of chasing people up, making sure they are ok... I am tired of being the one to apologise for having the sheer audacity to make a fucking opinion about something... I am tired of being disappointed.. I am tired of being let down... I am tired of wondering if -I- have done something wrong...

I am tired of finding things out about YOU, My friends, from other fucking people... it makes Me wonder if I am your friend at all... so y'all know what?

if you wanna stay My friend, how about YOU come find Me for once? I am tired of chasing you all


Tynian

Pain and how to deal with it...

ok
I aint posted in a while...

I aint as religious with this shit as some others are...

I have a crap job... it is the cause of many arguements in My life, both online and in real life... I am 24 nearly 25 and quite possibly the most cynically sarcastic shit your ever gonna meet... it is My coping strategy, My defence, it is how I cope with all the shit in My life, how I cope with the things I see, hear, feel...

I dont like Myself, I dont like the things I see sometimes, I dont like the things I hear, I dont like the things I feel... I am scared of Myself, I sometimes wonder how I cope before eventually the realisation hits Me that I dont... Sam is a blessed saint in the turmoil of My life, but she can only take so much pushing from Me before she snaps so I have built up a few defences, safeguards to help Me... I dont know how to cope and sometimes I feel like I am gonna fail and explode... but I cant fail, I am not allowed to fail...

There are therefore a few things in My life I need, crave, depend on... I dont have many of those
I have no family, few friends I trust enough to call friend... I feel this is a good thing... people like Me should never be inflicted on social situations... We are not a sociable type...

I rely on Sam... she is My anchor in storms, in turbulence...
I rely on Gor... it's principles and rules give Me a strong foundation of honour and dignity I can cling too...
I rely on najah, she implicitly sees all that is good in Me...
I rely on Kaylen... her peculiar brand of "fuck you!" love makes Me giggle insanely and realise that no matter how bad my life is I am not Pookie and therefore I dont have to suffer morning KayKay...
I rely on those few I speak to online with trust... it is you who I come too when my life is unbearable and I need someone to talk too... You never know what you do for Me... I dont allow that, but it is enough you do it without prodding from me...
I rely on My principles... they stop Me from doing things I shouldnt...

You come between me and any of these, your in shit...

I am a simple Man socially and mentally... but I am intelligent enough to know when I am being made a mug of...

And I have been made a mug of...

RavenDarqhart` - While I commend your willingness to move to be with a slave rl, your a fucking idiot... How the HELL can you condemn something you yourself are a part of?

to a slave... the normal procedure is to BEG release first... worthless slut...

to Panthers... I am sorry, but no... NO... A Panther entering a City was collared at best, killed at worst... what makes you think you can be first or second sword in a truly Gorean Home? dont make Me fuckin laugh... you also, make a mockery of the lifestyle you claim to be a part of...

to male slaves... dont try and cyber Me in pm... I am not female...

to those Men who know and agree with My words... good, stand up, read the fucking Books, set the example and lead by it...

to the Women who do the same... good... You do the same...

to Kaylen... I never mean You, and You know it...

to those who have hurt Me... your forgiven... in doing this I intend to move forwards... it is mete in My mind that you are given the opportunity to get added back to My /ignore...

to the girl I talked to yesterday who word gamed with Me... One more chance... I adore Us too much to have you blow it...

Which brings Me to My last point...

All of you have one chance... don't blow it... I know I am not always perfect... I try hard to be normal and sane enough but I know I do things sometimes to piss people off, but I try so hard to prevent it... but if I dont have rules I have nothing... I hope you understand...

Tynian

List day...

And today's madness is...

Things I find inexplicably erotic...

European Television
No matter if it is the Italian version of Loose Women - the eroticism is palpable. Any minute now, someone is gonna mention how warm it is and that's it, blouses will come unbuttoned, melons will get wrangled and the one who looks like Jane Moore is gonna start spitting down Coleen Nolan's backside...


or maybe I just watched to darn much tv at an impressionable age...



Boarding a long-haul flight
Pack your bag; who knows what erotic adventures might await you? You'll probably be sat next to some Dina-Lohan-style cougar who'll touch your leg under the blanket... or... Oh God, it's a woman with a baby... oh, and a man with an abscess... great... just 9 more hours to go...

Photos of beaches in holiday brocures
Peer at them closely, and I do mean closely, and you can just make out about 300 topless women. Or 300 men in trunks...

Anything on poor quality VHS
Is the picture wobbling slightly? A bit of 'interference'? You just know, any minute now, it's gonna morph into some old blue movie that you ended up with... or a re-run of Noel Edmond's House Party from 1993

Hotel Rooms
Now, this is where the action happens! Hig class business men bringing back £3grand a night hookers to pour champers on their body then slurp it up. Also where a jet-lagged old salesman brought home a Big Mac meal before knocking one out to Shannon Tweed re-runs on channel 5.

Those dimples above her arse
Ergonomic grips as designed by the Almighty Himself

Cheetara from Thundercats
So what if it is a hybrid human-cat animated character from a dusty 1980's cartoon... See also, Lola, Bug's girlfriend in Space Jam and Jessica Rabbit

Being hungover
So you wake up, your boxers in the kebab box at the end of the bed, some munter on your arm your contemplating chewing it off to escape from her, yet here comes the inexplicableness... WHY WON'T IT GO AWAY!!!

Top Shop changing rooms
So, so many young women have stripped in that tiny 3ft box that the entire cubicle heaves with some residual 'sex memory', the naked ladies, admiring their reflections,jiggling their breasts... So much oestrogen held in those curtains it's a wonder you havent grown breasts to match other growths...

Hotel Maids
There solely to service your every whim. Done up in a pervy fetish uniform. Begging for it... As well as fuming about the brown holocaust you left in the bog, standing there in a Domestos spattered uniform working 18 hour shifts at £1.20 an hour, if you would only drop your pants, the tournament could begin.

Sitting over the wheel arch on a bus
The perfect commute having your balls gently massaged by the 143 as you idly look donw the top of the woman opposite, one seat in front. Just make sure your gaze doesnt idle to long on the bunch of teen girls just on the bus on the way to school... nothing like being chased from the bus to the cries of "NONCE!" to knock an erection on the head...


More shall follow..

Tynian

Supershot Sunday

My week in photo's...

ok... so boring...

This is the racing-striped mouse

And this is Captain Fudge(y)
I bought Him for Sam, He keeps the spiders outta her bed... she left Him for Me when she flew to Guernsey..

He is snuggly...

He doesnt share My bed... He doesnt... really....


Tynian x

OK... soooo

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Things you only do once...

Pat the dog tied up outside the newsagents
Who knew that Cerberus, the hound of Hades, was actually disguised as Gladstone, the slightly portly labrador belonging to the old man down the road who stands there while your hand is being chewed to a bloody stump assuring you that "he is only playing"

Speak to Jehovah's Witnesses 'for a laugh'
"So this eternal life, would I have to spend it talking to you?"

Remove a wart yourself
Only to be told a day later in hospital as you cradle an inflamed limb, that holding a swiss army knife to a flame for ten minutes and laying the business section of the morning paper down on the table does not constitute as a 'sterile enviroment'

Interfere in a drunk couple's arguement
You being a gentleman WILL end up coming across to the guy as a pass on his girl and no matter what you say it will come out as "why dont you leave this tosser and come home with Me?" which will see you being chased across a business park by Salford's own Bonnie & Clyde. Next time, do the REALLY gentlemanly thing, stare at the table, rip up a beer mat and pretend you didnt see that woman getting a backhander...

Order a vodka martini
The suave, sophisiticated James Bond fantasy is marred by the fact that it tastes like George Best's final catheter...

Put your card behind the bar
Bankruptcy anyone?

Shooting animals with an air rifle
Until, one dead cat later, your wracked by guilt, deep depression, quit your job, become a loner, work for free at the cats shelter while building a secret shrine to the dead moggy out of sticks and your own body hair... (Note: I did not kill a cat at anytime in My life... My friend has and suffered depression so bad He actually RUNS a cat shelter)

Stick your hand down a pocket on a pool table
"Look, the fire brigade cannot get here for another two hours, so if it hits the wrist and makes him scream, it counts as potted" Yes, it happened to me...

Offer to setup a non-technologically advanced friends computer
And explain that a wireless network will NOT cook their brains while they sleep...

Click wildy on "FREE" porno pages online
And wonder in what realm of hell you would EVER find that a turn on (unless your Nyxie)

Get your mates to bury you in sand
Up to the head as well, then have to blow furiously to scare away the dog peeing on you and watch the inrushing tide with dread as your mates had fucked off to buy a disposable camera...

Snort wasabi
"Duuuude!!! thats just like jackass!!" and you feel like a jack ass as it burns, makes your nose run and you will never again know the scent of a woman... or anything else for that matter (a cure for Pookie's smelly feet!)

Make a joke to airport security
"Have you anything to declare?"
"Yes, My relief that the hand grenades didnt explode"
One cavity search and stern look later, your fined 250 quid for wasting time and sentenced a month later in court to 200 hours community service... twat!

Hey Iggy!!!

First off, I am so badly heterosexual... no gay comments please...

but...

Chant
Oh Iggy You're so fine,
Youre so fine you blow my mind.
Hey Iggy (Huff Huff)
Hey Iggy (Huff Huff)
Oh Iggy Youre so Fine,
Youre so Fine You Blow My Mind
Hey Iggy (Huff Huff)
Hey Iggy

(Repeat)

Verse 1
Hey Iggy
Youve been around all night
and thats a little long,
You think you've got the right,
But I think youve got it wrong.
Why can't you say goodnight
So you can take me home Iggy,

Cause when You say you will
It always means you won't
Youre givin me the chills
baby, please baby don't
Every night you still leave me alone
Iggy.

Chorus
Oh Iggy what a pity you dont understand
You take me by the heart
You take me by the hand
Oh Iggy Youre so pretty
Cant you understand?
Its guys like you Iggy
Oh what you do Iggy
Do Iggy
Dont break my heart Iggy.

Verse 2
Now When you take me by the hooves
Everyone's gonna know
Everytime you move
I let a little More show
There's Something we can use
So dont say no Iggy!


So Come on and give it to me
Anyway you can
Anyway you want to do it
Ill treat you like a man
Oh Please, Baby Please
Dont leave me in a jam Iggy!