Intimate Strangers
some things are socially acceptable, and then again…..
Promiscuous casual sex is morally reprehensible, socially unacceptable, and fucking very dangerous. Or rather, that is what I believe to be the truth of it. One reason for this post is a news story concerning a married woman who picked up / was picked up by a stranger in a bar, went back to his place, where she was stabbed twenty times by the drug addict thug, who then tried to cut off her head. The body was naked. They’d had sex.
This was by no means an isolated incident of casual sex turning into something very worse.
Picking up a stranger in a bar may be exciting, sexy, erotic, physically satisfying, with a frisson of danger thrown in, but it can also be fucking damaging to your self-respect, health, wealth, sanity, existing relationships, future relationships, social standing….. You could end up being humiliated, mugged, beaten, raped, passed around, stalked, gaslighted, ghosted, or dead.
Some of the same goes for people you ‘meet’ on social media, dating / sex dating sites, or any of the other myriad ways we can connect via the internet. Basically you have no idea who these people are, where they’re from, what they’re really like, their history, criminal record, and what the hell they really want from you. Are they the sex / age / ethnicity they say they are? If there’s a picture is it of them, and how long ago? If it’s an intimate picture they are probably not someone any decent person would want to know anyway.
There are labels for women who have casual sex with strangers and post intimate pictures of themselves on the internet ~ all of those labels are extremely derogatory.
Personally, I have three things in my favour when it comes to social media / email / long-distance friends and relationships. #1 I know my way around blogging. #2 I am a man. #3 I am very smart / computer savvy / I was trained to spot liars a mile off. Not everyone has my advantages, and yet women do engage in intimate relationships with people they only know from what they see on their own computer screens.
Personally, I have never knowingly ‘hit on’ a woman I didn’t know from Eve, picked up a woman in a bar, had first date sex, had multiple partners, been on a sex dating site, had sex with an ex, had sex with anyone much older / younger than me….. Maybe I am staid and naive, maybe I’m shy, or maybe I have standards, ethics, and morals.
Some say that fucking a stranger is incredibly hot. And that having multiple sexual partners is where it’s at. All I know is fucking a stranger has nothing to do with love and a lot to do with instant gratification, or money.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
If you’ve been there with a stranger I don’t want to know
The Lockdown That Never Was
one day, surviving lockdown will be a badge of honour
It’s not a matter for applause Boris
Here in England it’s day 44 of the official lockdown, and around the country there are many people still suffering self-isolation. You want to know something, solitary confinement constitutes a ‘cruel and unusual punishment’, and yet the British Government has inflicted this torture on it’s entire population, for no very good reason at all.
Of course this lockdown does not apply to them, not to the British Government, not to the great and the good. All the swines at the trough, all the government ministers, politicians, health officials, civil servants, the scientists, the intelligentsia advising the government and National Health Service through multifarious committees, none of these people either believes in lockdown or think it applies to them.
Among the dozens and dozens of scandals around the self-important, sanctimonious, and stupid people who have cheated the whole lockdown thing we have Catherine Calderwood, who used to be Scotland’s Chief Medical Officer. She had to resign her post after breaking her own rules and visiting her second home in Earlsferry, Fife, which is a hell of a long way from Edinburgh, the Scottish capital.
But that pales into insignificance if we consider the case of Professor Neil Ferguson, who happens to be the bastard who told the British Government there would be 500,000 avoidable deaths here if we didn’t have lockdown. Mr Trump was persuaded to impose lockdown in the USA after Ferguson told the President there would be 2,000,000 deaths in the USA if lockdown wasn’t imposed.
Well, it seems married with kids Feruguson (51) has been having his amoral slut, married with kids Antonia Staats (38) travel all across London for a regular fuck while Ferguson’s own lockdown was in force. I’d like to bet I know what kind of people these two are, since they met on an online dating site OKCupid. You know what, the architect of lockdown having his slut break the lockdown rules so they could do whatever it is they do for sexual gratification is beyond contemptible disgust.
Personally, I gave up on lockdown on the first of May. Today I took a 3 hour walk by the sea, in the fresh air and sunshine, and I feel a hell of a lot better for it.
Not many others around here seem to be much interested in self-isolation either. Lots of cars on the road, lots of bicyclists around, and where I walk there were lots of other people taking the air and enjoying the sunshine and fresh sea breezes.
The supermarkets are open, although you may need to stand in line outside for a while. Restaurants are offering take-outs, our local DIY super-store is doing take-outs for stuff like paint and tools, building and gardening contractors are working, and IKEA is opening its UK stores on May 18th.
Some say we are all equal, we are all in this COVID-19 thing together. And that we should stay at home to protect the Health Services. All I know is they can all fuck with whoever they like as long as they leave the rest of us alone.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
meanwhile the rest stand in line
Tits Tuesday ~ Monochrome
Tits Tuesday and some women like to take photographs of themselves
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
tasteful,
false but tasteful
brief encounter
never do sober what you said you’d do when you were drunk
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They met in a bar. The kind of place where the amoral nature of women slowly becomes apparent. She thought he was cute, he thought she was going to be easy.
They had incredible sex in the desert. That was when he first realised she was an amazingly lascivious lay.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
it’s always the car
chicks dig a great car
don’t ask about love
casual sex is the consolation you get when you can’t have love
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‘Darling, may I ask you a question?’
‘Of course, ask me anything…..’
‘Have you ever been really in love?’
‘Like, in love, who with?’
‘Me, for a start…..’
‘Not really, not ever…..’
He took away the keys to her German sports car right after that.
She poisoned his designer coffee.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
never trust a woman who smokes in the bedroom
The Games People Play
it’s not just casual sex, it’s fully exploring her sexuality
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The bar wasn’t crowded. Younger guys playing pool, watching sports, drinking beer, looking at the older woman sitting alone. Sexy dress, no bra, black stockings, much makeup. One young guy caught her eye; ‘Do you wanna fuck?’ he mouthed. ‘Yes….’ she mouthed back. It was their first and last time.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
she thought the twenty-years age difference was hot
he thought she looked like an easy fuck
simply a sorceress
alcohol and a highly sexual woman is a dangerous mix
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these are the reasons she drinks
these are the reasons she smokes
she’s says she doesn’t do drugs
but I know that she really does
this is the reason she gambles
and is always up on her luck
these are the reasons she fucks
so many young men and boys
treats them like so many toys
I’ve dated many young witches
God! why did I fall for this one?
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
a broomstick, no bra and no panties
Living Alone With Dignity
Life is a pigsty, and if you don’t know this, then what do you know?
I was just 18 when I first left home. I bought myself a slightly neglected bungalow. (In England a bungalow is a single-story dwelling, (it helps when your first job is being a banker)). Hallway, reception room, 2 bedrooms, bathroom, kitchen ~ and every room needed redecorating. The kitchen especially looked like something from the WWII era. In fact the kitchen looked like WWII had been fought in there.
There was central heating that didn’t work, and an Edison-vintage electrical system that did, although technically the lights were so dim they were darks. I had my clothes, two pieces of furniture that I stole from my folk’s place, (a beach chair and a mattress), my music, a tin plate and some cutlery.
The bungalow was close enough to the bank that I could walk in about 45 minutes. I sold my sports car, an Austin-Healey Sprite, bought a Reliant Robin three-wheeler van, and tried to work out what else I needed to buy with my sudden small stash of cash.
With cash burning a hole in your pocket there is always the temptation to buy things that will give you instant gratification, more records for example….. Well I gave in to a little of that and got myself a TV. The rest of the stuff I bought was more practical; a washer / dryer, some tools, an oven, bed linen, brushes and paint, cleaning cloths….. stuff like that.
Ripping out the entire kitchen was messy but satisfying ~ and the little van was useful for taking all the wreckage to the city dump. That thing did hundreds of miles on a teaspoon of petrol, (gas), and all the time I had it I never even opened the hood ~ of course eventually the poor thing fell apart. Later I learned about car mechanics, regular maintenance, giving love, care, and attention to everyone and everything in my life.
My life was pretty good until I had almost finished my professional examinations ~ then I experimented with dating. My first girl was older, curvy, blonde, great legs, and before I knew where I was she was leaving her stuff at my place and taking over. That first time living alone taught me three great lessons;
- Don’t spend money you haven’t got.
- Nobody is allowed into my place.
- Do everything for yourself.
As well as building a new kitchen I made all the furniture for that place. I still have some of it; decades later.
Some say you should never wrestle with an amoral woman. And, that if you do, you will get dirty. All I know is that she will like it.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Reliant Robin
one of the worst cars in the world
Love Betrayed
it wasn’t her fault it was mine, for believing every word she said
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love is like a dream
honest true and fine
until it becomes a nightmare
suspicion dishonesty betrayal
booze drugs promiscuity
hurt paranoia jealousy
revenge unforgiven pain
sadness to never love again
unless until reconciliation
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
if you’ve ever been betrayed by the one you love, then you know it hurts
Sex, Love, and Heartache
Wherever I go, I always find that special person who is so wrong for me.
In the world’s largest financial centres, I spent most of my career making a hell of a lot of money by exploiting my knowledge of people and what makes them tick. In London, Paris, New York, and Chicago I learned to read people, and know what they really want, need, and desire. My skill was in matching the things I could do with what my clients thought they wanted. And, for a long while, I was the acknowledged world expert in my field of esoteric banking. But, really, my success was all due to the way I could use my interpersonal skills.
If I am so skilled at the art of interpersonal relationships, how come I can get it so wrong with women? Some of the time I am forceful, passionate, prideful, self-indulgent, sensual, lustful, and too warm towards women who possess grace, beauty, and charm. If I am very attracted to a woman I can be far too liberal with my affection, compassion, time, love, and money. I tend to do a little too much by way of extravagances, and luxuries. Maybe I send flowers too often. And, as you would expect, sometimes these women take everything I can give without the slightest show of gratitude, appreciation, or affection in return.
A fool and his money are soon parted, especially when it comes to affairs of the heart. ~ Thomas Tusser
Obviously I am not doing the right things, in the right way, at the right time, with the right person. There isn’t the right balance, or sense of equilibrium. And there’s the rub ~ we don’t choose who we fall in love with.
Something tells me that self-confidence, strength, and passion are a heady mixture which is not always under my control ~ I often let my emotions run away with me, and this can only lead to loneliness and heartache.
My past has been marred by decisions I made that have left me feeling disappointed and bitter. It’s important for me to remember that I am accountable for my decisions. What I need to do is reflect on those past choices in a frank and healthy way, without looking at the past through rose-coloured glasses, or sugar coating the choices I made in error. I have made many bad choices, which then turned out very differently from the way I had hoped.
At times this has caused me much pain, worry, wasted time, and wasted money. Perhaps I fool myself that I always tried to do my best, and that I always had good intentions at heart ~ but I don’t think so. I did my best with the cards Life dealt me, but somehow things always took unexpected turns.
There may have been doubts in my heart which I ignored. I was careless, and not always honest with myself. I have often acted impulsively, with utter disregard for the consequences. I have had the feeling of being utterly out of my depth, and I usually pressed on regardless.
Some say that we can only learn by our own mistakes. And, that we don’t fail by falling down, we fail by staying down. All I know is that I’ve made some bloody painful mistakes.
If there’s nothing much about sex in the paragraphs I’ve written above ~ that’s because usually there hasn’t been any.
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jack collier
jackcollier7@talktalk.net
Exactly the sort of woman I should have never been involved with. Great legs do not necessarily a nice person make.
