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sweetsub1957 -> RE: Thoughts about fakes & timewasters (5/15/2010 3:59:54 PM)
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i know people are going to hate me for this but, just to refresh memories of what this thread is actually about, here's the OP again.....
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ORIGINAL: MistressJaynie
I will never truly understand the motivations and mentality of the timewaster. This would bother me more if I actually cared about the internal life of this lowest of creatures. My botherment is effectively confined to the annoyance these fakes cause me personally and the corrosive, stifling and antisocial effect they have upon the scene itself. It is because of their childish games that one has to make genuine candidates jump through tedious hoops to authenticate themselves; meaning that, prior to the BDSM activities all genuine people are here for, one has to extend the chatty, vanilla aspects of the interview process in order to establish said candidate is worth one's time and effort. This can often spoil or delay the excitement and devil-may-care aspect that I personally value in BDSM. My ideal preference would be for would-be slaves to come here, yoked, hooded and serving, within a second of their expressed interest to do so; as I find no fascination in on-line exchanges for their own sake whatsoever. The fake who professes an interest in real-time but knows, secretly, that s/he does not have it in her/him presumably gets satisfaction from such things as Yahoo Messenger and email. Such sad cases, I assume, being incapable of anything beyond these methods of contact with real-life scene-people have converted their limitation into some kind of virtue; which might occupy them on some otherwise empty, boring afternoon or late-evening, whilst their vanilla partner is out or is sleeping. This is something like phantom-limb-syndrome, I suppose: not as good as an actual limb, but mildly better than facing up to the fact that there is nothing physically there! The timewaster's frankly desparate and laughably inane deceptions might well kill some time for those lacking imagination and the courage and ability to realise their supposed 'dreams' in actuality. These worms might well even claim for themselves some kind of practical victory, as they string the genuine along - just long enough to gather two or three messages from a real person, perhaps even a ten-minute chatroom encounter. Wank fodder comes in all shapes and sizes, I suppose; and those who have never tasted genuine experiences are likely to be most adept at making do with what others would barely notice. Imagine - One's most treasured scene artifacts, a few emails exchanged here! What memories, eh?! But the wider reality is this: You, timewaster, are as welcome as and as attractive as cancer. On the one hand, you are simply in need of some ruthless, disinterested cure; a piece of clever software to weed you out with a click of the mouse. That would be lovely, I have to say. On the other hand, and until then, we genuine ones can only hope that you suffer many dark, existential moments of dreadful, fatal loneliness and shame; that, when looking in the mirror, you see yourself for the low-life and parasite you really are - in actuality, as an apt judgement on your personal value. For my own part, when I spot a fake or a timewaster, according to my mood, I either immediately block that person or I have some fun myself, stringing that person along in turn if it amuses me. The latter option is simplicity itself given the poor intellectual level of such creatures; and one can quickly tie them in mental knots with the most basic games and playes upon concept; meaning that they leave the fray annoyed and unfulfilled. In each and every case, I circulate her/his name amongst my friends and associates; and we chuckle as we compare notes.
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