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FukinTroll -> It's the end of the world as we know it. (2/24/2011 4:39:08 PM)
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Man types hide tha wimmins, wimmin types flee, yer about tae be seized, plundered, pillage an slurped. Here be tha reason an tha fearful cause…Troll want mate, Troll need girls drag under bridge make happy, cook fishheads, breed many fine lil green Trollikins!
*wicked evil music here, maybe Vaugner, Vagner.. Wagner... ya know*
I have been here a long time and haven't been too eager to pin anyone down into a relationship cuz my life has just been too crazy to expose someone to that kind of insanity... is it curable? Nope. However, after getting out and about an playing around... wow I have been on a lot of jets the last two years (hey, I’m easy not cheap)... it occurs to me that maybe there is a lunatic out there that is my brand of crazy. Drifting from /s to /s, most often it is girls who do not know the Troll (covert ninja style) or friends that I feel comfortable sitting in my pj's around and having coffee... they know me pretty good and are impervious to my TrollDom... I made the mistake of getting it on with nilla girls that did not know the troll and, by virtue of not knowing, they did not expect me to be ON 24/7.
Being on 24/7 is easy for me, I have been battling the off button... thought it might be broken and started looking for a shop that could replace or install the said off button... after much talk about frontal lobotomies, lets just say the button is stuck on an ya just have tae deal with it... WOW I digress... me being on is part of me, me being ON as FukinTroll is still me, but without the luxury of seeing me posting all the stupidity in my Homer Simpson "I'm so SMRT" pj's with a cup of coffee, a smoke and a kitty cat doing leg swirlies, saying feed me fucker! It just ain't tha same.
So I often go shopping for the lil nilla girl(s), stalking a pair… mmmm slurp… that pushes the D button, feels the D button, but does not really understand the D button, and gets overwhelmed by said D button. Yep, there are a few hundred of you out there that are gonna say, the search button is your friend dummy; you should have used it. Well, we all know how that nilla girl shit ends.
Again, my life is pretty crazy and bumping into a slightly kinky nilla girl that feeds my troll is pretty easy, no matter what harbor or port I find myself in. However after so long you have to surrender to your inner fucker and face the facts... When you are D, on 24/7 you just have to have an /s that is on 24/7. Jet setting around to /s types from sites or the other side of this one is fun and adventurous, I can always say go google FukinTroll so you understand who is coming to dinner. The /s types go Hmmmm… but there is no HUGE expectation cuz they haven’t seen/participated in Trollination. However the rock star thing does simmer for them and about the first public outing where wimmin types walk up and engage me regardless of who I am with, gets them goofy and it’s time for me to go.
Being a member of this, CM, community has taught me a lot of gooder stuff bout me D button and exposed me to shit that I didn't care about then and still don't care about now, but still good to know. Nevertheless, the road of my stubborn stupidity always leads me back to here cuz you just get me... may not always understand me, but you get me. I am very confident that many of you know a lot of the crazy shit that went on in my life off the boards, and have seen me bleed on the boards a time or two... or more... probably more... and you have nodded your head in empathy cuz you knew the tree I was barking up was the wrong fukin tree. Those are the breaks and ya got live and learn.
Again, I barked up the wrong trees cuz trying to be me and not the Troll is only easy when someone does not associate the troll with me. I look at a lot of the girlies here and see interests that are out of my realm of reason so I skip them over cuz I will not make concessions in my needs and would not expect nor accept someone to do the same, we are either compatible or we are not. There is no change to suite.
I get inundated with cmail, most of which is absolutely ridiculous... WTF were you thinking kinda shit, ya know ye danna meet the standards fer becoming a RLRT trollop, WTF were you thinking mailing me? Yes, lots of photos with sun glasses, not one with a white cane. I know what I am attracted to for relationship material and my profile, well was, pretty clear about that. I had some cold shit on my profile, although it was all true to some extent, the magnitude was inflated: what is in your league is in your league and what is out is still fukin out. I have no issue with people, the problems that people have, the struggles people endure and I would love to be able to make those things a little better for the people here if and when I can. I do not judge the people that are my friends based on what I need in my intimate relationship, they are separate creatures.
I love getting red D mail, those letters are some of the best cuz she and I are on some level communicating in or from a simpatico place. What pisses me off to no end is the red D mail that says I could /s to you. Doesn't happen often, but it still squicks me. I can flirt and play all day with a Domme, but when it comes to relationship material, friends is the limit... knocking boots is a strong maybe. LadyP said it best, if it wasn't for the whole D thing that would lead us to murder each other, we are a hell of a match. Yes we are darlin, I am confident we can get our swinging rhythm synchronized to tear up some serious ass, but that's about it. And all that dribble led me here. I am officially in the market, ready to bark up the right dress… oops, tree. I am prepared to deal with all the “You arrogant asshole” mail cuz I know what I need and want, an a nilla girl(s) jus don’t cut it.
Soo, if ya got this fer without pissin yer panties, let tha games begin, Slurp!
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