First naked interview: Kristy & Janice

Where: I am at my house with Kristy and Janice. Kristy and I are naked from head to toe. The plan is to interview Kristy but we are group messaging the interview – Janice is over on my couch to observe and supervise this experiment.

Wait, naked? What the hell?

Okay, let’s back up.

How:  Earlier tonight, I was  at an an “open mic” night at a club/bar. Kristy was there watching Janice sing with one of the acts. So I got talking to Kristy while Janice was on stage etc. etc.

Kristy happens to have an amazing body, I told her it was too bad I wasn’t painting these days, because I’d could ask her to pose for a painting – but that I just do interviews now.

Kristy had a brilliant suggested, well why don’t you do naked interviews, problem solved.

Of course I thought this a brilliant idea, and asked if she’d be my first naked interview.

Of course she said no, that’s crazy.

So I let that idea go, sort of. In the  mean time, I showed them a few interviews on the blog and we three had a shot or two.

Kristy warmed up to the idea of an interview. She wasn’t going to do a naked one, but as a lost ditch effort I asked again and said, I’ll be nude too if it would make her feel more comfortable, and Janice can supervise – it will make history, and if it feels weird, we get dressed, simple. Bucket list story to tell her grand kids. etc.

Kristy agreed interview with no promises about the naked part.

We were at my table ready to start and went to unbutton my jeans and asked, “What do think, should we do this naked?”

She said, fuck it, sure.


and here we are.

Sinner: Hi Kristy, you’re naked. Hi Janice.

Kristy: Yes I am, as are you.

Janice: You both are fucking crazy.

Sinner: So, this is your first naked interview?

Kristy: that would be yes. You?

Sinner: Yes. Well, first one that started naked anyway.

Sinner: How old are you two?

Janice: I am 31.

Kristy: Almost 30 (ugh) next month.

Sinner: Yea, that’s really old.

Kristy: Fuck you.

Sinner: joking, look at me, I’m ancient.

Kristy: Yes you are.

Sinner: Fuck you.

Kristy: “Joking.”

Janice: Do I need to separate you two?

Sinner: I bet you don’t shave, don’t worry – harry bush is hot, get naked with us?

Janice: OMFG! That’s okay. And, actually, I do shave.

Kristy: I don’t. 🙂 well not much.

Sinner: I noticed, nice.

Janice: Oh god.

Sinner: What?

Janice: nothing.

Sinner: I liked your outfit tonight, Kristy. Why didn’t you wear a bra?

Kristy: thanks, It’s my fuck you to ex outfit and works better without one.

Sinner: Agreed. Okay, first reader question, have you ever “cum kissed?”

Kristy: What is that?

Sinner: I asked same thing. “when a girl has a mouth full of cum (preferably sucked from a pussy) and she shares it with another girl in a sensual kiss.”

Kristy: Can’t say I have.

Sinner: Janice?

Janice: Nope.

Sinner: Why haven’t you?

Kristy: Just has never cum up, lol.

Janice: I don’t kiss girls and don’t generally put cum in my mouth.

 

 

 

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Seriously, honestly, it is fucking fraud – like this conversation isn’t of interest if not critical to billions of us – yet the conversation is only announced to six viewers? seriously? fuck them, system needs to get fucked. Or, perhaps the porn video with me and a kardashian isn’t relevant. my bad.

Read prior posts and within comment sections. thank you.

Until now, Maybe, You wondered.. was I a sex sinner, or saint? or, more likely, you hadn’t put that much thought into it. I am either full of shit, or I am a larger sinner or a bigger hope than I am requiring admission for.

And – you know what – I am not here to be mystery.

This is not my livelihood = such that it is.

I guess – if this is about anything –

is that I don’t fucking know – and I’m trying to be honest about it.

 

Numbers drive traffic – which drive message – which drive you – which, well the Number part – the driver, is false. not honest

more so, it’s actually a complete fraud.

No, not saying wordpress, etc.  (i hope)

but for anyone to be heard (which this blog is not) .. you know what I mean.

this is an art blog. which means this is a freedom blog. which means this is a human blog. which means this is a sex blog.

there are times when the forces of artistry and freedom collide with those in power to stop them. This Is the battlefront.

the stuff about google – it vanishes every time I write about it, so

let’s just agree GOOGLE.COM is not nefarious nor are Iranian Governments.

Nor are any words you are reading now that you assume others cannot intervene in and aren’t in the cross fire of tragically complex, and technological, and psycho-combative conflicts abroad and within and already, entirely, throughout.

and may I be fired, or dismembered, or forgotten if in fact anyone figures out any of the nonsense I am saying, if in fact it ever gets out. )

So to everybody, or not and please disregard this test of the human broadcast system, human and listening …

The reads read – 0

The clicks read – 0

The loads read – 0

So I make a consequential statement and it just somehow, somewhere, does not get consumed or conceived. or found. or linked to. or counted. or saved. (no bad on WordPress that I know of) ——  but, absolutely bad on whoever is watching, (and should not be), and censoring, (who should not be)… and whom, (and all of these whom are absolute hypothesis – outskirt possibility CONSIDERING, .. ETC.  M

 

 

Dudes, babes, Dads, Moms, Drs, lawyers, mothers, daughters, sons, fathers, nobodies, somebodies, grandfathers, great grand mothers, uncles, aunts, big shots and ants – and actual, literal ants…

GOOGLE.com

– the company the corporation – a cooperation – the force – the point of view – the power – the brand – the ideology – the capability – the reach – the grasp – the control – the influence – the rule – the law – the word…

 

 

 

Some thoughts to a love with whom it would not work.

I know you are smart and can be very thoughtful. It seems you are somehow, for some reason, closed minded in your approach.

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For example, instead of engaging with me in a process of imagining and creating ourselves, you focus on labeling, defining – diagnosing even.

Being closed to the “creating ourselves” concept would not be so bad if you were open minded  about discovering. You cling to a dimension or aspect that you recognize and draw the picture; worse yet, you tend to identify negative patterns much more than positive.

I am not a static being, i am a constantly changing and growing, evolving creation. I believe a relationship should be the same. A good portion of my thoughts and spirit are on “meta” levels. I think about thinking about thinking about sort of thing. i feel about feeling about feeling etc.

What i am saying only matters to us insofar as, if you don’t look – or, if you are only open to seeing what you recognize, then you miss me. And, if you don’t see me, you cannot participate in creating me. And, if not this, and if I’m not doing all the same with you, then there remain’s little of us in the other.

If I can’t more and more see myself in you, or at least my efforts in you, and vice versa, then our connections remain purely transactional. This is shallow to me and I am much greater, i believe you are much greater, and I hoped we could make something greater.

I feel like we are an airplane – but we cannot take off because as soon as you saw wheels you assumed and insisted we were merely a car.

Dear Tinder, it is not you, it’s me. Here is why I am leaving you.

Dear Tinder,

I wish I had a deep, meaningful explanation to give you, but the truth is harshly simplistic.

I don’t want to catch diseases from women sleeping with tons of dudes they meet on tinder, and I don’t like to use condoms, I hate them.

PLEASE LISTEN EVERYBODY – I am not saying people should not use condoms, I think they should be used when strangers fuck strangers. I am saying I hate them, and would rather not have sex than use them. I am not advocating that anyone have unprotected sex.

Besides, what the hell, dating sites use to have normal people, now it’s fine to have a drink somewhere then go fuck? Or just a dinner, then  go fuck? Or, the last time, calamari and a glass of wine, then to her house? What in the freaking hell is wrong with the world, when the world is making even me look like a prude?

 

Why is it that girls can fall out of love so totally and quickly? Why does their adoration never return once it is gone?

I’m actually going to spoil the suspense and begin with my conclusion on this issue.

In general, for us guys, love does not involve idolization. We don’t have to convince ourselves that a girl is king of the world and the very source of magic in our reality. Not to say men never obsess about a girl, but their obsession is to have her, it’s irrelevant if she’s a super hero or not.

We don’t want you to be supernaturally magnificent, and we don’t want to make you feel like you are – a thing that I think girls do sometimes to manipulate men into loving them.

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So, if we don’t want a wonder goddess who walks on water, what in the hell do guys want. Easy question, I will tell you, guys want to be yours. We are vastly less picky, perhaps to as much a degree more rational (stop, don’t fight, we won’t go there).

We want devotion and to be needed, wanted, claimed. And you girls know this, and many girls who are not so conscientious, use our nature to fuck with heads and manipulate. It is so easy: be shifty about your loyalty, make it as confusing as possible for him to discern if you are his, and only his, just give him conflicting messages as to where the hell your devotion is.

Of course, such tactics will fail, you’ll lose thee strong and sound men: most guys can be spun upside down, for a while by such games, but the honest and strong will know you jacked with their head, betrayed by way of mind fuck, and will never love you.

We digress, so back to why guys don’t lose love, go cold, switch off like you girls. We never mistook you for a god, or for a super-human even, so our perception of you can’t be shattered by any realization that you’re not at all as wonderful as we thought.

We probably thought your boobs are nice – something about you attracts us obviously, and we begin loving you to the extent that you devote to us, commit.  Nothing that attracted us to you is  going to change so fast that we suddenly lose the love – suddenly have no interest.

But with girls – their men have to be put on a pedestal (why would anyone be worthy of their love if they weren’t bursting with greatness and unfathomable awesomeness?)

The more amazing you’ve built the image of your man up to be, the faster you’re going to be utterly uninterested when you wake up from the fantastic delusion that’s been paved as your insurance for choosing him.

 

 

 

 

OHHHH, Holy shit, that’s why facebook is awesome.

Okay, please understand that I am a slow starter (sometimes termed, slow learner) but through brute force if nothing else, eventually catch up.

so I’ve avoided facebook like, but have missed all these people from my past, and couldn’t find them. This morning I just type their name into facebook, and what the fuck, I’m chatting with them.

Can you all please  clue me in a bit earlier in the game next time?

wow, this is a trip.

 

What I think Is Extra Fun About Women: Selective Morality & Prudence depending on How Hot they Think You are & How Much They want to F&CK you. Or, Is there more to it?

Perhaps it is the same way for men, but it seems like a lot of girls adjust their rules based on how hot they think a guy is. I’ve always accepted the obvious assumption, that attraction and desire often have the power to overwhelm one’s moral or cultural convictions.

But there are some interesting aspects about this that suggest it may not be so simple. I wonder, is it just about attractiveness, or could a guy’s hotness not actually be the objective? Could it be a convenient excuse for girls to bend their own rules and accomplish some other, higher desire?

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Let’s look at a few situations where I’ve seen people shape-shift their fundamental rules with particular attention to elements that contradict the assumption that it is attraction compelling people to redraw their boundaries.


I’ve seen a girl keep her boyfriend waiting for two years, because her chastity was so important, just to lose it her last month in high school to one of the more popular athletes. No, she wasn’t passed out, she wasn’t drugged, and I think her boyfriend was the only person at our school who didn’t know what happened – at the party where she gave it up.

(By the way,  her boyfriend was not at the party with her because he was out of the state attending a grandparent’s funeral).

And, I’m glad you noticed, I played no part in the scandal, hands are clean this time, I mean, I did have sex with her too, but not until years later.

In the mean time, I ran into the boyfriend at a restaurant, Macayo’s, a couple years after high school. I really wanted to tell him everything, but decided it might hurt him more than help. I wonder how much he ever found out.

But was it just the guy’s good looks and popularity that compelled her to give up her virginity, risk her relationship, and reshape her reputation? It is hard to believe, isn’t it? And, she was attractive, so even if the guy she slept with was a little bit out of her league, she certainly could have found a fairly handsome guy to trade up to if she wanted a more handsome or popular boyfriend.

Are there any other aspects of the situation, besides a chance with a member of the school’s A group? Her boyfriend was not around. There was a little bit of drinking. Most of the girls probably dreamed for an opportunity to be the focus of that guy’s affection, so even if they called her a slut, few would probably blame her for her actions. .

Let’s hold on to these thoughts and look at some more examples.


I had this friend who I met when I first got to college. She was brilliantly smart and had an amazing body, but we were both too cool and cautious, and having too much fun with being single, to become a couple – we were so cool, that we would hardly admit we wanted each other. The cool thing was, from the window of my dorm room, I could see the entrance to her dorm;  there were outside stairs up to a door to the second floor of her dorm – it was near her room, so she’d always return through it.

This is where almost all of her dates would follow, right up to the door, drooling with hopes of getting anything. Nobody got through that door. She had many dates. When she wasn’t at a sorority  function, she was usually being wined and dined by the many wealthy men wanting to impress her around Los Angeles. Both of us lived in honors dorms, neither of us studied.

I had already studied this kind of thing, the moment I met her I knew what none of her suitors seemed to get – Denise was a tease and built her self esteem off of guys wanting her. And, more importantly, she got off on denying them – NOT getting off with them. The way She dressed and acted, who would believe she was still a virgin.

For much of my freshman year I’d watch her dates walk her up to that door. I never saw her give more than a peck to a single one of them. I’d have a shot and throw on some cologne because most of the time she’d head over to my room soon after; when she didn’t, I’d go to hers.

The only Ferrari I drove during college was hers, her and her sister each got their own as a high school graduation present. I didn’t have the money that some of her dates and “boyfriends” spent on her – but I had her asking me to teach her how to give me head after they dropped her off, and a couple years later, yes she held out that long, I had her virginity, she asked me to take it.

Yes, this does relate to the discussion, I think. The point is that she prided herself on her virginity and practically defined herself by being a tease and not putting out, but she changed her whole cosmology because of chemistry?

This story  is even more inconsistent to theory than the first. While there was wild chemistry between us and Denise did have a strong attraction to me, she had so many pursuers to choose from, there had to have been plenty who were hotter than i was, no way was I this girls only decent option, she could have scored far hotter I’m sure.

So, what else about the situation was abnormal or remarkable?  Here’s something, I never made my intentions or desire for her public; most of our love affair was our little secret. Few of her friends knew about our dorm room rendezvous; also, I never interfered with or raised issue about her highly active dating life.

Let’s let those thoughts bake a bit and look at one more example before seeing if we can assemble any theories.


In high school I ended up the writer and director of our class play each year. After our class had won the competition for the first two years, I had accrued some power over the project; I was head honcho, just like a big-time Hollywood producer, if you substitute in geeky school kids for gorgeous, famous actors, and replace brilliant, Tarantino-esq scripts with cliche-riddled gibberish.

But, evidently I had assumed enough power to decide I needed a personal assistant, secretary, so I appointed one. It is possible she was the only one who volunteered, don’t remember. She was sort of cute in the most unpopular, not-trying-at-all, extremely Mormon, never-kissed-a-guy sort of way.

Actually, she did have a BINO (boyfriend in name only) that went to her church, she said they had kissed once and she shared with me her predicament – the guy had been pressuring her for more kissing. Don’t be skeptical, I’m’ not making this shit up! Have you not known any deeply brainwashed committed, adorably naive teenage Mormons?

Through the years I have come to appreciate Mormons, and a little naive innocents – let’s  be generous and call it goodness.

It isn’t a stretch to say that I was out of her league in terms of high school desirability; had she not been thrust into the spotlight as my important, personal secretary, we probably would have never had a conversation. Relax, I’m not bragging, this distinction is critical to what what we’re analyzing.

So, this girl Tamarin .. (WHAT?, I didn’t name her – she’s Mormon, give her a break) .. anyway, Tamarin had kissed a guy once, I’d wager there wasn’t an abundance of tongue involved, but by our third play writing session, she was grabbing my cock with one hand and taking notes with the other. Sort of.

It was strange, we just pretended like nothing  was happening. The first couple times she just sort of rested her hand on me while I was half way hard, at least. We never took it out. We never kissed or did anything else that would obviate something intimate or imprudent was happening. It became our routine, she’d hold onto my cock every time we met up.

After a couple times, she moved her hand and rubbed my cock just enough to make me cum, and going forward, that part was incorporated  into our meetups. A few times I got so turned on that I did pull her pants down to see her in panties, or touch here ass, that was the farthest it went. She wasn’t getting touched, or coming, or anything really – not sure what she was getting out of it – if anything, but she did it every time.

She acted like nothing was happening, but a couple times I saw her almost get worked up and show signs of being really turned on. It was hurting my cock because I couldn’t take it out of my jeans, so after a few painful times, I thought I would try wearing sweat pants. I was worried about avoiding the pain and it didn’t occur to me until we got started, that the sweatpants were closer to wearing nothing than they were to wearing jeans. My shape, and contours were all available. She actually looked down and stroked a little, she let out a few deep breaths, and a few of the times she looked right down at me while I came – saw the wet spot  grow as my cum seeped through.

Tamarin was concerned about too many kisses, and a few weeks later, hand jobs were routine, – did she change her boundaries because she thought I was hot – or, hotter than her normal catch?

Again, like with the other stories, it is hard to give physical attraction so much credit. Are there any other unique or remarkable factors in this story, that might contribute to a more reasonable explanation?

A couple aspects stand out – similar to some we’ve identified in the other two situations. For one, there were no witnesses – I would bet that to this day she has not told a living soul what she did. Nobody from her world ever know if she didn’t tell them; for all anyone would know, her morals had never bent. And, we didn’t fool around in any normal ways, we basically pretended like what we were doing wasn’t happening, so it wouldn’t be so hard over time convince oneself to believe nothing really happened.

What does all this mean?

These are just three examples, but they bare similarities to other situations that have happened to me or that I’ve heard about.

I’m going to suggest that physical attraction alone is not enough to compel a girl to move her more solid boundaries. I do believe that physical attraction is critical and the boundaries would not shift without that factor, but there has to also be a second factor. I think the second factor is “rollback-ability.”

Thesis Statement:

People will stretch their boundaries or redefine their morality, if (a) there is enough incentive to do so (physical attraction) and (b) when the situation is such that will allow the boundaries to be restored.

If we are to stretch our boundaries without permanent damage to our moral integrity, we must either break free where nobody who counts on us keeping our prudence, can see us dismiss it. The situation offers determinant containment, or, the situation in itself must provide an excuse or authority with enough weight to pardon such a reprieve from principle.

And in some cases, I believe people let go of themselves in situations they know will force a re-evaluation. Perhaps we break ourselves into some situations that we believe will elevate us to places that paint over where we were, we move to a different world, what we broke or betrayed doesn’t exist anymore, unmaking is efficient fixing.