Just My Random Perverted Thoughts

I have decided it is time to come out.

You may be wondering what I am going to out.
What aspect of my life do I need to tell the world about.
Am I gay, bi, perverted, kinky, spanko?

False/true/true/true/true.

But that’s not what I am outing. Since I was about 14 years old I have had these thoughts and feelings that made me uncomfortable, and I have not really told anyone. But now I think the time is right. I don’t think there is a God.
So this is why I am coming out:-
I am an atheist.

For more information look at these websites:

The Out Campaign.

Richard Dawkins.

Sorry to disappoint you with a thought that is not pervy. Although some people may think atheism is an extreme perversion.

I have not always had long hair.

Back as a kid I had short hair, a typical 1960 haircut. I grew my hair long at college, so I had long hair in the late 1970s and early 1980s. Rebel with out a cause but with long hair. I remember my dad told me I looked scruffy. Excellent!

Sometime about 1985 I had my hair cut. Change of job and fashion I suppose.

Then a couple of years ago I decided to grow it long again. I had been meaning to do it for ages but somehow every 6 weeks or so I found myself in the barbers shop. And we weren’t singing in harmony.

January 2008: I made a new year resolution NOT to have my hair cut. MP threatened me with a thrashing to end all thrashings if I had it cut. I was even banned from the local town for a few weeks so I would not go near the barbers shop! So little by little my hair grew longer, until this weekend when finally I considered myself to have long hair.

I HAVE LONG HAIR. It makes a statement: I am unconventional.
But you knew that!

While we are on the subject of bald cunts I have another theory.

This theory is why boys are fascinated with girls’ cunts and school uniforms. It goes like this:

Back when you were a school kid and you did the “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours.” stuff, the boys all thought they got a raw deal. The boys have a penis and scrotum to show and the girls have, well a girl does not have much at all. It’s all inside so to speak.

So from there on the boys were all fascinated by the girls lack of obvious bits and they spend the rest of their lives studying the absence of external parts. This could be why boys prefer bald cunts, to get a better view. At the same time as they were cunt exploring the boys got interested in girls school knickers, those big bottle green or navy blue knickers, and school uniforms in general. I am sure that’s where the interest in the school spanking scenario comes from.

I missed out on the “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours”. I had already see it all at the nudist club where I had been a regular attendee with my parents since I was a baby in arms. I actually feel a bit deprived because I missed that rite of passage. I ended up depraved but I don’t think it’s connected with nudism.

My friends and acquaintances have often told me that I am not ‘normal’.
What ever normal means.

I was chatting to my new friend TW. Now keep in mind that we are both living in RV’s in a nudist club; so both our lifestyles are a long way outside what most folk consider normal.

“You are an unusual kind of person.” She stated.
“In what way?”
“You’re strange, unconventional and perverted.”
“Your point being?”
“It’s nice, I like you a lot!”

YAY!

Nothing floats my boat quite like mass nudity, so 19 fit girls doing step aerobics is spot on!

From Abbywinters

The internet is awash with people blogging and Twittering. It is so easy and cheap, free even, to get your own corner of cyberspace to publish your views, explore your ideas, rant hysterically or whatever you like. Everyone is doing it.

The problem is that there are a huge number of interesting people out there and I can’t follow all of them. I suppose I could follow all of them but I would have to give up the day job and just read blogs on the interweb. Maybe in my retirement years but right now I have to earn a living.

I few weeks back I bought my own corner of cyberspace where I can publish my perverted thoughts, these thoughts that you are reading right now, without the intrusion and moral judgement of others as to whether my material is suitable. In other words I am not about to get my blog deleted by Google or Yahoo because they don’t like what I write. I am really fed up with having to click through that silly blogger content warning.

My freedom comes at a price, my corner of cyberspace costs about £1.00 Sterling a week. I am putting it down as a tax deductible business expense. I can reasonably claim that I am experimenting and training myself to use WordPress.

I follow blogs because I like what they write, or even because I don’t like what they write. I believe that free people should be able to freely write about what they like with out the intervention of a third party judging and possible censoring what they write.

I may not agree with your point of view, but I would defend your right to hold that view. Just give me the courtesy of being able to offer my view as well.

Following on from People I stalk on the interweb, here are the web sites I look at regularly. In case it is not abundantly obvious these are all UBER NSFW!

Cu-Cu: Girls bottoms, what more can I say.

Abby Winters: Cute Australian girls. Subscription site but a huge amount of free stuff on the tour.

I Shot Myself: I look at the POTD.

DOMAI: POTD and Newsletter are free. Nice nudes. DOMAI stands for Dirty Old Men Association International. (Less of the Old if you don’t mind!)

Nick Scipio: Random nude pics, the POTD is usually funny or peculiar.

Voyeurweb: Lots of nudes often taken on nudist beaches, I like the nude in public photos. The Red Clouds section is subscription and too explicit for my taste.

Sugarcut: More nudes culled from various websites. Basically an affiliate linked money making site.

Sexculptures: Nude sculpture, better than it sounds.

Sexoteric: Pot-pourri of rude stuff, words and picture. Words, written stuff, exercise the mind! And a zillion links to other sites. In Spanish, but the text is not what I am here for.

I am working for a living, proper in an office with a boss watching me paid work. I have not done that for a while. It is agency work and only for a few weeks, three months at the most. It feels very strange after years of freelance working from home.

I am all suited and booted, with a TIE. WTF. Fridays is ‘dress down’ so I can wear smart casual. I was wondering about the Utilikilt and a Polo shirt. I don’t get the dress down Friday stuff, if it’s OK to wear casual on Fridays, why not the rest of the week, what’s the difference?

I have managed to get a few concessions, I can take work home so I don’t have to commute every day, I think I will make it to the office about two or three days a week. This week I have enough work to keep me busy from Friday to Tuesday.

Note to self: when talking to boss on Skype from the nudist club remember to turn the video OFF!

I am tucked away in the corner with my MacBook and their PC, using my Mac on my USB dongle internet, so I can surf NSFW stuff and Twitter. I hate their PC. InDesign is quite different on a PC to a Mac, which is very surprising and causing me a few problems.

Lots of pretty girls in smart suits so I spend most of the day fantasising about putting them over my lap and smacking their bottoms’ instead of working. I think I am going to be more productive away from the office!

So far they seem quite pleased with me, so I must be doing something right.

The ultimate tool for looking at NSFW stuff on a Mac. Spaces set up on a mouse gesture! I love my MacBook Pro.

TW leaned over and rested her head on my shoulder. Her fingers twiddled with some of the hairs on my chest.
“What do you like?” she asked.
“All sorts of things.” I responded.
“In bed, what do you like?” She twisted her head to look at me. “What floats your boat?”
I hesitated, how do you tell someone you’re kinky?
She twiddled the hairs on my chest, then tuggged them.
“Yow! That hurt.”
“Do you like that? I think you do.”
I had a funny feeling, suddenly I felt that I had been set up. A bit like deja vu.
“Do you, what else do you know?”
“Lots of things, I have been chasing after you for a while and you compleatly ignored me. I had to assault you in the shower to get you to even look at me.”
“That was nice.”
She sat up, banged her head on the RV’s roof and turned to face me.
“Look at me, who am I?”
“TW?”
“Yes but, WHO AM I? You don’t recognise me, don’t I remind you of someone?”
“I am not very good at this, sorry but no.”
“I was told you were a bit useless like this, fix a camper’s electics in a trice, but this sort of thing and you’re lost.”
“Sorry, it’s just the way I am, some girls like it.”
“I like it, I like it lots. I must remind you of someone, someone you know very well?”
I shook my head.
“Really you don’t know. She played cupid and told me all about you.”
“Who?”
“My sister, OO.”
“Your sister is OO. Have I been set up?”
“Totally, do you mind?”
She flashed that big smile and then I saw the likeness.
“She said that this really nice kinky boy was looking for a friend as he was all lonely on his own in the nudist club. Here I am to rescue you.”

My head was spinning, so much to take in. I lay there thinking: Well, that solves the problem of how to tell her I like kinky stuff.

Um, that did not quite come out the way I intended.

I follow the blogs of a few kinky people, because I am interested in what they write. I do feel a bit like a stalker at times, I am not sure why. Particularly when I comment on the blogs or Twitter of the professional spanking and fetish models. I don’t think it is the perception of others, no one has told me to “Fuck off and never come back.” It is just my perception, I’m a nice guy really.

So who do I follow?

Curvaceous Dee: The kinky curvy Kiwi. Probably my favourite blog.

Naughty Eliot: I have a narrative running with Eliot, we are kind of friends in cyberspace.

PrefectDT: Who is currently building a spanking machine. I thought “Kinky Island Discs” was superb and I miss my regular dose of castaway kinkiness. A man blogging about kink is also quite rare.

Niki Flynn: My favourite stunt girl. Her book ‘Dances with Werewolves” is an insight into the world of a professional fetish model, and an even deeper insight into the workings of her mind. Not for the feint hearted. I like the style of photography she publishes on her site: derelict buildings, rubber ducks and ballerinas.

Emma Bishop: I think Emma is cute. And I want to smack her bum. Is that shallow? Sorry.

Pandora: is another professional fetish model. Her blog is a good read. That sounds a bit superficial but her blog is anything but superficial.

Bonnie: The definitive spanking blog, if you want to know about domestic spanking for fun this is the place to go.

Inspired by a Twitter comment from Adel Haze, whom I follow on Twitter and on her Blog.