Tlc Get It Up lyrics

Chevelle- I GET IT Video

So you say I’m ignored
As it is,
Well, give us your sad, sad trip
You’re right, I get it
It all makes sense, you’re the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let’s all live in your imaginary life
Assumed it’s whether
We’re right or wrong
We’re doomed, and there’s plenty for all
How dare you catch me counting?
How dare you call at all?
How dare you call it suffering?
How dare you call at all?
You’re right, I get it
It all makes sense, you’re the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let’s all live in your imaginary life
Press on these tannins
They’ll double in time
The touch of life, once failed to mention so far
Of course the law is fountains
Of face to face remorse
A fast and restless blackmail
Like pent-up fetish whores
You’re right, I get it
It all makes sense, you’re the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let’s all live in your imaginary life
Do you want it enough?
Do you want it at all?
Should you need it at all?
Takes a minute to see
Do you want it enough?
Do you want it at all?
Should you need it at all?
Do you want it or not?
You’re right, I get it
It all makes sense, you’re the perfect person
So right, so wrong
Let’s all live in your imaginary life

Life, life, life.

Wikipedia refers to the Internet Troll as someone who posts controversial, inflammatory, irrelevant or off-topic messages in an online community, such as an online discussion forum, chat room or blog yada yada, with the primary focus of provoking other users into an emotional or disciplinary response or of otherwise disrupting normal on-topic discussion.Basically they have no life and hide behind a computer screen and abuse people. They are the interwebz version of  ‘pondscum’.

I prefer the term assclown so we’ll stick with that.

When an assclown is afflicted with this terrible disease commonly known as Internet Troll Personality Disorder or ITPD is characterized by rather sad attention-seeking behaviour. Chronic Troll Syndrome (CTS) is an interwebz disease that is generally present in assclowns. It causes the given assclown to be unable to tell the difference between the interwebz and IRL limits. They probably walk around saying “lawlz” out loud too. As a result, the assclown is no longer able to comprehend what is appropriate to say and do when dealing with real people in contrast with the interwebz.

A lot of assclown’s use what one calls a sock puppet account. A sock puppet is a fake identity which is used by someone who does not want to post under his or her regular name basically because they don’t have the courage to actually be real and accountable … actually normally they have no balls and have ishoos with society in general; some assclowns  have multitudes of sock puppets to make their side of an argument look like it has a large number of supporters. When in reality they just have far too much time on their hands and have not mastered the art of wanking well enough that they instead spend hours trolling the interwebs boosting their pathetic ego’s by insulting people thus making them feel slightly powerful for a nano second when they recieve an angry reply. They keep coming back for more though as even one comment in retaliation is enough for them to nearly orgasm from attention. Poor wee things are deprived.

The easiest way to combat this is for all users to randomly snog them sensless in succession and compliment them and have no other interaction. They seem to have an allergic reaction to this type of behaviour. Assclown’s quite often use ‘sockpuppet’ accounts, usually via a proxy server, although many proxy servers are infact tracable. For some reason they like to change genders but most fail miserably  at actually pulling it off. They also forget to change their typing habits and manner of speech.

Most assclowns believe that they are, in fact, funny. Sadly for them it’s quite the opposite, the general population deems them not funny at all.  Anyone who does not agree with them is obviously either generically of course: overly sensitive, power mad, angry, has no life, no sense of humor, or is a combination of two or all of these. In many instances, one can see where the assclown has in fact fucked up but is too wrapped in their own little laugh to notice how much of a dork they have really been.

That’s when you get to laugh.

These assclowns are the most easy to identify, as they often stop leaving comments when it is obvious even to a monkey with a brain tumor that they have fucked it up, or when you see a comment that begins with telling the owner of the site/picture/story/etc that they suck for no good reason or the spamming generates towards incoherent one sentence insults or general basic kindergarten insults that anyone could come up with. A functional brain and creativity are not an assclown’s strong points.

Sadly it’s incurable. Once they start even a 12 step addiction program will not help them, they have fallen into the abyss of stupidity.  They usually progess to cyberstalking levels and at that point report their sorry ass to their ISP host. There are plenty of IP trackers online that will bypass a crappy proxy and give you their destination.

Assclown’s also have a voracious appetite normally consisting of their favourite food … angry scathing replies. There’s a well know saying ‘don’t feed the trolls’ (or in this case) … ‘assclowns’. Feed them nothing or if you are feeling slightly sadistic … smother them with love.

Best option … stay well clear preferably with a  pokey stick of doom, ignore said assclown (they hate it), block and if those options do not succed in keeping the pissant at bay last resort … “delete user” as they are highly contagious and can make even the most sane person ill. Approach with extreme caution. Being pondscum assclowns normally bring with them a very strong odour of stupidity.

(a pokey stick such as this is perfect)

They are also prone to causing stomach cramps from too much laughing and eye strain from trying to decipher their twaddle.

Approach at own risk.

(On a side note Molten informed me last night in random conversation that the term ‘dork‘ actually refers to a whale’s penis.)

I received this one hour ago …

If you are not aware already, Adult Blog Hub is a UK run and hosted site. This means that we are subject to UK law. In January this year laws were passed that will make it illegal to possess images of what are deemed to be “extreme” pornography. The exact definition of this has been the cause of great debate within the adult world, both online and off.

Sadly the law has been drafted seemingly make the definition almost impossible to accurately interpret. For example it can simply mean that these “extreme” images exist in the browser cache on a PC’s hard drive, indeed what is “extreme” is still a matter of debate

In light of these changes and the ambiguous position it puts us in we have made a decision. Despite the law not affecting us directly, as we do not possess or host images that might be thought of as extreme, some of our members do feature them and other content which could be regarded as in contravention of this new law. While the law does not explicitly make linking to a site containing such images a criminal offence we do not wish to be seen to be encouraging the propagation of these images.

The first case involving the new law is underway and while we regard the whole thing as a hysterical witch hunt we have to be aware of the possible legal impact on ourselves and our readers. This is a sad state of affairs caused by a hysterical reaction by the UK legislature and one that we believe does impact on freedom of expression.

We have therefore had to exclude your site and others from the Adult Blog Hub service. Thank you for your understanding

ABH Support

I am disappointed that a definitive reason was not actually given. I am assuming it would be the recent needle images in the last couple of posts I linked. If I hadn’t linked them I wonder perhaps if it wouldn’t have happened. What annoys me though is there are blog sites which involve BDSM activites and have more images on their blogs that are indeed more revealing than what I have on mine. Wouldn’t it have been a better practice to actually point out the images they did find worrying. I could have easily password protected them and/or removed some. I don’t show my nipples, or vagina or any images of myself fucking on here. So what was it?

Is this blog a pornographic site? No. Do I write about BDSM, sometimes yes. Do I write erotica? Yes. Is that pornographic?

Are needles in skin pornographic?

Good on them for protecting their site, I’m not knocking that at all but I find that a well worded explanation with no actual real reasoning as to what made them decide to pull the site and then sat there looking at the sites that are still left on their list as rather hypocritical.

I’m annoyed. I wonder who else has been excluded?

But hey life goes on.

I have a munch and a fetish night to get organised for.

Let’s see this is suppossed to be my “crazy I want to kill people” PMS week and I have just downed the required amount of vitamins the naturopath recommended to sate those urges. So fair warned I may be crazy this week. Jus sayin.

My son’s teacher stopped me in the hall this morning and asked if she could have a chat with me. Didn’t say what it was about but I said I’d come in this afternoon and talk. I have no idea what it’s about and part of me is naturally stressing. She always praises his behaviour at school and tells me what a great little guy he is so I am wondering what the hell she wants to talk to me about. She had a serious look going on and I was too afraid to ask her what it was about right there and then as I didn’t want to be a jumble of mess all day but meh, I am. I’m all prepared for something serious. And worried as hell. It’s probably something stupid and I’m being a complete ditz. But mummy’s do that.

Something else had my brain ticking along today and I want to write about it. There’s alot of bloggers that write about personal relationships. Sometimes things go bad and relationships end. In a D/s situation there’s the respect thing. Maybe it’s just me. I have written about things here regarding relationship breakdowns and my sadness and pain at times but more private matters I tend to keep to myself or I password protect when I need to get personal and write and process what went wrong or if I am having trouble getting my head around soemthing. One thing I notice is when it gets down to the explicit details, the good ones keep it private. You get enough information to know they are hurting and you offer support or an ear if need be but it’s left at that.

Scenario One: Tinkerbelle subbie/slave splits with her Master/Sir/Owner. She is devastated as is he. Tinkerbelle keeps it private.  She goes to close friends for support and literally is a mess, dealing with perhaps sub frenzy. The sudden loss of her dynamic leaves her unable to cope well. She starts journalling privately and working through the loss of her relationship. She creates a support network around her to help her cope and get back on track. She has a few stumbles along the way but she is doing okay.

Scenario Two: Tinkerbelle subbie/slave splits with her Master/Sir/Owner. She is devastated as is he. She goes about telling everyone who will listen about the tragedy and the breakdown of the relationship, not thinking for a moment that her previous dominant is also hurting. She brings up personal matters publicly for all and sundry to see. She has an existing support network privately but it is not enough. She wants everyone to know about it, writing in journals and public spaces online. He is devastated and upset at the lack of respect for his grieving space.

Feedback can sometimes be helpful, support is wonderful, especially people who have come to know you well enough. But … no matter what went wrong in that relationship you have to admit there was some form of love or deep connection there in the first place. So is it okay to air out all your personal shit online where everyone can see it? Is it okay to do that to a person you once loved? No matter what happened there were good things too. People grieve when a relationship is lost. Some get angry and lash out, some are devastated, some go and belittle the person publicly or air out all their personal shit online. Irrational behaviour, hurts it all arises.The online shit in a public setting, telling all and sundry about your relationship breakdowns … to me it’s attention seeking. It’s asking people to take sides. There are ways it can be done quietly and respectfully. It’s not okay to do so in a public setting, it’s disrespectful to others privacy.

I remember when my son’s father and I split. He’d had an affair and I had decided to leave. Everyone was so damn supportive and it took me a while to break down those hardened walls and grieve for what was lost. I couldn’t help but remember all the good things and the joy we both got out of watching our little creation grow. It hurt me more than anything when he had that affair. It crushed me. It destroyed all trust I had in relationships in general. At the start, I hated him, I was so damn angry and everyone around me was ready to have a go at him. But I stopped it and said no. Leave him. Leave it be, it’s my business and we have a son, that’s what is important. We both contributed to that relationship breaking down. I will not have anyone bad mouthing him. He tries and he makes an effort when it comes to our son and that’s all that matters to me. When I get angry at him, I take a deep breath and I remind myself of the reasons why I fell in love with him. I remind myself that there is a good person in there still. I have boundaries for myself that make our parenting relationship work now.

It takes two people to make or break a relationship. It’s rarely ever one sided.

In a D/s situation manners and respect are an integral part. There are consequences when you fuck up. There is an emphasis on communication and transparency and having the ability to take responsibility for your behaviour. If anything it’s a highly structured relationship based on a power exchange. When there is a breakdown and it ends do you walk away and tell everyone about it or do you respect your ex partner enough to have an amicable split and walk away on good terms. Taking healthy space to heal and hopefully leaving it all on good terms. It takes strength and courage but it can be done. Is there enough respect left to do that?

My long distance D/s relationship ended up a horror story. But … instead of ranting and bitching about the anger I was feeling I chose to sort it out. Yes I used my journal, alot of my private conversations however stayed private. By the end of it we parted ways a good 3 months after it ended. We don’t talk anymore and I have no wish to. No matter how much he hurt me I had to admit he had never been a horrible Master. The lies that were involved were simply fear and shame on his part. He had nurtured me, helped me cope with so many issues I had and I grew from that relationship. He made me bloom and gain my confidence back. Alot of things in my life improved back then and the crux of it is why D/s attracted me so much. That two people could improve each other’s lives from that dynamic. We were both happy and in love for a good while and I will never complain about the good things he brought me. He did fuck up and I felt stupid, sometimes I still do but even now, I don’t regret it happening. I am grateful for many things that relationship bought. Best of all it made me grow.

Taking the time to look after yourself after a split. Being prepared for sub frenzy. Understanding that you are going to go through a rollercoaster of emotions. Making sure you have a good support network are all important. But so are respect and manners and the wisdom to see the difference.

Now you can push me off my high horse and tell me to stfu and remind me I’m crazy ….

I was going to sit here and write a Flash Fiction Friday but I’m in a rather pissed off mood so instead I’m going to rant.

We have four kids in our household ranging from 5 to 12 years. It’s a pretty full on household. My son’s father isn’t about, he chooses to live in another country so I solo parent. I don’t have a lot of family support either. I spend every morning getting kids organised for school, 5 days a week. After school is homework time, cooking time, being involved with the kids. During school hours I work, at night at least 3 nights a week I can work till midnight. On top of that I write, I work on personal projects.

Weekends are always full on with never a dull moment. Molten and I often spend Saturday mornings with the children baking, catching up on household things that need doing and sometimes we take the kids on excursions. Family time and relationships are highly important. The children (3 of them) go to their father’s on Saturday nights and spend time with him. The little one quite often asks to go too as we have become one big family, his relationships with the kids and their Dad is close and I am grateful he has a male figure in his life to have a close bond with. I rarely get any time to myself. I get peopled out very easily. I love my son to bits, he is number one in my life. I am also aware that i need downtime to recharge and give him my best.

I’m sat on twitter this afternoon talking to friends. I don’t go on it for numbers, I go on there because I get to have wee chats with people I have got to know through blogging. It’s a nice way for me to keep in touch yano? What I don’t fucking appreciate is some random person who chooses to follow me yet never say hello  …. abusing me for this …

Me: “Wooo 20 minutes and I am childfree for a good 24 hours” (apparently I was bragging and gloating about it according to mista asshats opinion … ahem )

Asshat: “i cannot stand seeing tweets from parents that relish in getting rid of their kids for their selfish needs. i give a hearty “FUCK YOU”"

Me: @XXXXXXX I hope that wasn’t aimed at me

Asshat: i am promptly deleting your ass!!! i am SO PROUD to be a Dad and HATE those that make absurd statements when they can get rid of theirs!

I am not going to sit here and justify whether you deem me to be a good parent because I fucking damn well know I do a good job. I have a healthy, happy son. What I don’t appreciate is judgemental crap on whether YOU think it’s okay or not as an adult to have a little healthy downtime. It means tomorrow by the time I see my little cherub he’ll get squishy huggles and kisses rained upon him. We’ll sit together and snuggle as he tells me of all his escapades and the fun things he did. Hell I wasn’t locked in a house and breathing down my parents necks 24/7 I had weekends away and I had fun. I hope I can provide those fun times for my son.

And excuse me, but who died and made you God? If I am happy about getting some time out to catch up on sleep, work (which happens to provide for him) while he is away so he can have mummy time when he is back, and recharge what the fuck is so wrong with that?!?!?!

Get off your fucking moral high horse and quit assuming you think you know shit when in reality you don’t know crap. In fact take a break from your computer. you obviously need to if you feel the need to go about abusing total strangers.

Yes, you have gained immediate ASSHAT status.

My twitter won’t miss you either…

I encourage those of you who are parents to share your views. What the hell is so bad about being happy for a little time out? Is it okay to abuse a total stranger on some networking app like twitter for saying “Yay I have a day off” ….?

WTF?!?!?! Yea FUCK YOU too. How rude.