Quote Originally Posted by Transylvania Count View Post
I'll summarize my points, and hopefully that'll get them across more effectively.

Ranting here will do nothing. It won't educate those who don't care to be educated. Those who care to be educated already understand that "no means no." A more effective solution is to block the offender and post about the experience in the ladies' forum, so others are warned.

We can go on unhinged rants about what should be, or we can learn to cope with what is. The hobby has been, is and will remain the same.

For those of you who care to read about an example of ineffective communication, read on. I grew up on the first floor of an apartment building. The hallway is enclosed because the winters are harsh in Transylvania. Even cars are kept in garages because of the cold weather. The hallway has two doors: one at the front which most people used, and one at the back used by the tenants to get to the detached garages behind that apartment building. One of the tenants who lived on the fifth floor never remembered to shut the door behind him and make sure it locks. Hobos would sneak into the hallway to spend the night and would leave behind trash and excrement. For those living on the top floors, this didn't matter at all. But for those of us living on the first floor, it mattered. My father (who was a teacher and absolutely should have known better) thought that the best way to handle it would be to yell at the tenant about shutting the door. It went about as well as you would expect. Nothing changed. My father started loudly slamming the door every time he found it open. We heard it and it was supremely annoying, but likely nobody above the second floor heard more than a muffled thud. The tenant on the fifth floor likely heard nothing and couldn't care less about it. No matter how many times my mother and us kids tried to convince my father that what he was doing was ineffective, he wouldn't listen. "See, the door was locked today! It's working!" (hint, hint). He died about ten years ago convinced his useless act of loudly slamming that door made a difference. In the end, the effective solution is a badge system on a door that automatically shuts and locks. So simple!
Unhinged rants... Wow...

If I RANT...

Then TRUST ME...

You will KNOW IT...

You can't even handle the thought of a FINGER IN YOUR ASS!!LOL 😂 😂 😂

You DO NOT get to tell me, or any other woman, where we can speak as long as we are POLITE and stay on topic... So, pay attention SPARKY, because, I was being polite in the above response and now, I am going to be polite but stern...

WE, meaning the WOMEN on this board, especially SUE NAMI, already got the message that you would like us to take ALL of our posts, our opinion and our thoughts to the ladies rooms... Hell, but why, don't we take our views, back to the 50's and wrap them in a nice & neat SPERM FREE casserole? 😉

The ladies already KNOW what NO means... And, if the guys on the FIRST floor are uncomfortable with the NOISE, I've heard that you can either sound proof your living space, change your living arrangement, buy ear plugs, or HELL, since we are talking about ASSTASTIC pleasures, you can get a few BUTT PLUGS to distract you from all of the noise coming from the women on the board...who are discussing men trying to force objects into their DELICIOUS ASSES that are not INTO such activities... (The ladies and and I are here to help you..)

And just so that we are CLEAR... I am NOT concerned about where your father or any of your cronies forced their women to hide their concerns... So, if you need to go into the garage and shut the door, close it, slam it... Read your comic books... I am GOOD!! I still have my teeth... Do you? So, put on your costume, climb into your coffin and wait for this particular woman to ASK if she needs instructions on how to survive as a HO in this world because I am doing great... But, if i need a DADDY, I already have a few ATF'S in Austin that I can call... So, are we good Papi? 🤗

Now, Last time I checked...

I think that I am still ON TOPIC... (Butt plug ordered for Papi, comic book and ear plugs for distraction)

Back, to all of my SISTERS, and their STRUGGLES with ASSTASTIC PLEASURES...