Diva
04-04-02, 01:13AM
May 05, 2001
I've got breasts. Titties. Whatever. Yep, they're big. We're talking "DDD" Baby! Sometimes "F". Can you say back ache? Not that any guy would care. The only time a guy actually seemed concerned was really nothing more than to get visual carte blanche access to them. "Really? They're THAT big? They put a strain on your back. Wow! I don't envy you." Mind you, his eyes never left the tits. I've gotten used to it over the years. Unlike a lot of women these days who "blossom" via silicone in their twenties, I've had these suckers (pun intended afterthought) sinse I was eight. A training bra at eight!!! Imagine the horror. And no, you can't comfort me. Or help me carry them around. I've heard it all.
Social ediquet time, guys. When staring at a women's tits... The polite thing to do is glance up and make eye contact every now and again. Just to show that you're actually aware that the tits are attached to a person.
Haters And Posers And Racists Oh My
If there's one thing that I hate... and I mean hate... it's when people use race as a comedy act. I'm not talking Chris Rock, either. Ever peruse through some chat rooms? The hatred that spills out of these morons is unbelieveable. The worst part of it is that they don't think of it as hatred. I was only joshing. It's a joke. No one was actually insulted. Oh really? Some unknown person of race enters a chatroom only to be assaulted by words of hate and bigitry. How do you respond to that? Even when they leave, the words stick in their minds. I had a friend call me crying the other day. When I managed to quiet her down to a dull roar, she told me that she went into a guest book of some kind to comment on the web page. She entered only to find a chatroom situation. the "chatting" consisted of people spewing racial and moronic comments. One such comment was about her race and how she should be raped and slit open and I'm not saying what else. But it got worse. She couldn't get the visual picture out of her mind. Nor could she understand how this could be interpeted as funny in any way, shape or form.
How do you explain ignorance? A friend told me that these guys feel that you shouldn't go there if you don't want to hear it. Bullshit! It's not a fucking KKK meeting. It's a guestbook. Or a chatroom, not a hateroom. Spread your hatred elsewhere. Go make your own chatroom. Grrr. More later, when I'm calmed down a notch.
I've got breasts. Titties. Whatever. Yep, they're big. We're talking "DDD" Baby! Sometimes "F". Can you say back ache? Not that any guy would care. The only time a guy actually seemed concerned was really nothing more than to get visual carte blanche access to them. "Really? They're THAT big? They put a strain on your back. Wow! I don't envy you." Mind you, his eyes never left the tits. I've gotten used to it over the years. Unlike a lot of women these days who "blossom" via silicone in their twenties, I've had these suckers (pun intended afterthought) sinse I was eight. A training bra at eight!!! Imagine the horror. And no, you can't comfort me. Or help me carry them around. I've heard it all.
Social ediquet time, guys. When staring at a women's tits... The polite thing to do is glance up and make eye contact every now and again. Just to show that you're actually aware that the tits are attached to a person.
Haters And Posers And Racists Oh My
If there's one thing that I hate... and I mean hate... it's when people use race as a comedy act. I'm not talking Chris Rock, either. Ever peruse through some chat rooms? The hatred that spills out of these morons is unbelieveable. The worst part of it is that they don't think of it as hatred. I was only joshing. It's a joke. No one was actually insulted. Oh really? Some unknown person of race enters a chatroom only to be assaulted by words of hate and bigitry. How do you respond to that? Even when they leave, the words stick in their minds. I had a friend call me crying the other day. When I managed to quiet her down to a dull roar, she told me that she went into a guest book of some kind to comment on the web page. She entered only to find a chatroom situation. the "chatting" consisted of people spewing racial and moronic comments. One such comment was about her race and how she should be raped and slit open and I'm not saying what else. But it got worse. She couldn't get the visual picture out of her mind. Nor could she understand how this could be interpeted as funny in any way, shape or form.
How do you explain ignorance? A friend told me that these guys feel that you shouldn't go there if you don't want to hear it. Bullshit! It's not a fucking KKK meeting. It's a guestbook. Or a chatroom, not a hateroom. Spread your hatred elsewhere. Go make your own chatroom. Grrr. More later, when I'm calmed down a notch.