When the trolls become the trolled

Tonight I was bored.  I decided to take part in a little rabble rousing when an internet maroon decided to let me know he is into roleplay while I was in a chatroom (He actually had his roleplay ideas typed BEFOREHAND and pasted them after he said “let’s roleplay”.  That was the precise moment I knew I was going to be having fun with him).  This is what transpired (with unfortunate premature evacuation =[ )

Warning: sexually explicit lolz ahead

smart_alec_0000: isnt that an awsome id..cool
conscious_inertia: Thanks
smart_alec_0000: read what kind? write too?
conscious_inertia: I don’t understand your first question
smart_alec_0000: what kinda books you read?
conscious_inertia: all kinds, mostly academic related these days
smart_alec_0000: lol..you study?
smart_alec_0000: am a banker, 39, australia, married
conscious_inertia: haha
smart_alec_0000: haha?
conscious_inertia: thanks for letting me know you’re married. you just want me to let my guard down
smart_alec_0000: what does that mean now?
conscious_inertia: girls online have to be careful about predators
smart_alec_0000: lol hmm sure…are you an adult?
conscious_inertia: I am  25. I can’t really comment on being an adult
smart_alec_0000: lol…i am fine…tell me more
conscious_inertia: Like what? I am a student and I live in greater Atlanta
smart_alec_0000: hobbies?
conscious_inertia: Chat
conscious_inertia: music
conscious_inertia: movies
smart_alec_0000: what kinda chat? roleplay?
conscious_inertia: Yes
conscious_inertia: Kinky roleplay
smart_alec_0000: letsdo a roleplay…
conscious_inertia: Okay. Do you have a sub/dom preference?
smart_alec_0000: Some ideas…a sensible wife and her husband’s friend,
a prodigal student and a teacher,a 53 year old banker
who is sweet on his son’s wife, a new inter and the
CEO  or a bride and the priest – Suits you? any one of
them?..something dark, illicit..but
subtle…mindgames..and erotica…which is worth all
the sin
smart_alec_0000: what say?
conscious_inertia: those arent dark enough
smart_alec_0000: then you pick
conscious_inertia: I want to have sex at a Dunkin Donuts
smart_alec_0000: i am fine,,,i want both of us to be previously taken too..
smart_alec_0000: what woukd be the chars?
conscious_inertia: chars?
smart_alec_0000: characters…chara?
conscious_inertia: you want us to be previously taken? so we’re cheating?
smart_alec_0000: yes
conscious_inertia: I want to be a 49 year old, pot-bellied computer programmer who sweats profusely and has a combover. I have an affinity for raspberry jelly donuts and never notice the powdered sugar residue on my face until my buxom, 28 year old wife from Honduras kisses it off when I get home, poking my belly and winking, slyly reminding me I am not getting any thinner, but still giving me plenty of pussy every night since I got her a green card.  But I want to fuck you, the morbidly obese, clerk behind the counter I see every day at 5:10 PM.  You have dark red hair and you remind me of a raspberry jelly donut.  I want to eat you, on your period. Okay, go
smart_alec_0000: (you playing a male?0
conscious_inertia: Yes, this is roleplay
conscious_inertia: why would I want to be a woman during roleplay?
conscious_inertia: I am already a woman every day of my life
smart_alec_0000: me a woman?
conscious_inertia: Aren’t you curious?
conscious_inertia: Have you never thought about what it would be like to be fucked by a man?
smart_alec_0000: nopes
conscious_inertia: Well, it’s roleplay
smart_alec_0000: i would rather be a woman and do a lesbian kink
conscious_inertia: Look, I am just going to eat your bloody pussy not shove my coke can sized cock into your quivering asshole
smart_alec_0000: ok..gimme a minute
smart_alec_0000: she looked up and moved the red hair away from her eyes..” shitty day” she told herself…as she looked up at the queue of those godforsaken useless men around her,,,,” life was dull here” she told herself..as he returned the change to that stinky bugger with oily head,..and looked at the next.
smart_alec_0000: (ok to start?)
conscious_inertia: Im thinking
conscious_inertia: I’ll be right back
smart_alec_0000: ok
smart_alec_0000: (waits)
conscious_inertia: sorry
conscious_inertia: my friend needed help with interview questions
smart_alec_0000: (ok..we play?)
conscious_inertia: sure
smart_alec_0000: if you are fine with that post…you post…will pick up
conscious_inertia: you’re making her really emo
conscious_inertia: and why is it past tense? “Life was dull here”?
conscious_inertia: You’re going to need to keep your verb tenses in order while we roleplay
conscious_inertia: I just can’t deal with the distractions
smart_alec_0000: ok sure….
conscious_inertia: there are three dots in an ellipsis
smart_alec_0000: will take care in the next post
conscious_inertia: Thank you
smart_alec_0000: (waits for your post)
conscious_inertia: I think we need to work on your character’s personality
conscious_inertia: she’s not coming off as a believable raspberry jelly donut
conscious_inertia: this is going to be written from the pot-bellied man’s perspective
conscious_inertia: let’s spend some time getting you into character
smart_alec_0000: ok
conscious_inertia: what do you think it is like to be a raspberry jelly donut
conscious_inertia: inside a Dunkin Donuts?
conscious_inertia: ogled by greasy, overweight men?
conscious_inertia: Salivating for the taste of tart, seedy raspberry filling
smart_alec_0000: hmm not good., cheesy
conscious_inertia: and sweet confectioner’s sugar
conscious_inertia: you think it feels cheesy?
conscious_inertia: No, it’s sweet, thick, gelatinous
conscious_inertia: I don’t think you’re taking this seriously
smart_alec_0000: i am trying to
conscious_inertia: There is no cheese on the donut shelf, okay? Not unless it’s sweet cream cheese. But you’re a raspberry jelly donut
smart_alec_0000: was imagining guys oogling, it didnt feel good
conscious_inertia: okay, let’s stay here. Focus here.
smart_alec_0000: ok
smart_alec_0000: i am wearing a pink floral dress
conscious_inertia: You don’t feel good being ogled by men who lust for your jelly filling?
conscious_inertia: No, your dress needs to be white.
smart_alec_0000: open at neck,,,showing a lot of cleavage
smart_alec_0000: ok white
smart_alec_0000: i would like handsome men to eye me
conscious_inertia: Handsome men don’t eye morbidly obese girls who look like jelly doughnuts
smart_alec_0000: i know
conscious_inertia: Listen, this is roleplay, but it’s not science fiction
smart_alec_0000: but still, thats a desire, ok lets go ahead
conscious_inertia: You have only had sex once when your drunk friend mistook your fleshy folds for his hot water bottle.
smart_alec_0000: lol,ok, you will post?
conscious_inertia: We’re not done developing your character
smart_alec_0000: waits ok
conscious_inertia: You are yearning to be taken again
smart_alec_0000: yes thats for sure
conscious_inertia: passionately
smart_alec_0000: (is that your pic?)
conscious_inertia: where
smart_alec_0000: (in the chat window)
conscious_inertia: Yes
smart_alec_0000: (god , you are awsome, fucking pretty)
conscious_inertia: Don’t get out of character. Focus
smart_alec_0000: (ok)
conscious_inertia: Okay, do you think you understand your character?
smart_alec_0000: I think , a bit , yes. Will get into her as the play evolves
conscious_inertia: You need to start over again
conscious_inertia: or I can start this time
conscious_inertia: we’re scrapping your previous bit
smart_alec_0000: ok. Can you please start
conscious_inertia: sure
smart_alec_0000: ok. waits.
Last message received on 12/2/2009 at 12:10 AM
conscious_inertia: It was another grueling day at the office staving off impending carpal tunnel syndome at the hands of my beloved keyboard, Betsy.  The only thing I looked forward to was my daily raspberry jelly doughnut after work before I get home to Guadalupe, my devastatigly gorgeous Honduran wife.  If only she did more than get my dick half-hard.  But that is what my sacred ritual of raspberry doughnut feasting is for.  My most turgid erections come to me at 5:10PM when I enter the Dunkin Donuts on my way home from work. Today I enter and there is a short queue comprised of 2 elderly men, a teenage girl, and a gay couple in their 30’s. There is a new girl behind the counter I do not recognize, but I sense trouble. My bulge is beginning to twitch from within my trousers. This girl…she is…divine.
conscious_inertia: I just put 6 minutes into that piece of work and you SIGN OFF? Don’t expect to roleplay with me in the future!
conscious_inertia: Apparently you just are not up to par with my level of roleplay writing! And I am not even a professional. What is this! You’re DONE IN THIS BUSINESS. DONE!

I don’t know

If you could fold
Space and time
To move me closer to you
Would you?

Words tire.
There are so many other ways
To communicate what we want to say.

Touch me with the holiest part of your body.
Read my face like the blind do.
May our fingertips interact
Like lovers
Meeting after years apart
Hungry for the other’s touch.

Inhale deeply.
Breathe me in
Like I am the oxygen
That’s been absent for too long.

But you look through me,
Past me,
To some place or some thing
I cannot see.

Where are you?
Why have you gone?

Maybe you were never there.
Or maybe I never existed.

 

 

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movimientos

Te quiero comprender en un idioma que no se todavia.

Mis lagrimas vienen
como las estaciones del año
concentradas dentro de un momento,
y mi dolor rompe la piel
sin fuerza
como una nueva navaja.

Cuando sueño contigo,
no te tengo.
Y cuando estoy despierta,
agarro una niebla
que esta siempre un pie adelante.

Me muevo adelante
hasta que el aire se despeja.

La belleza del cielo me hiere.
Quiero volver a la neblina que bloquea
la luz que me perfora por mis cejas.

Sea mas fuerte.

Longing

For so long I wanted to test the durability of your jawbone, but at this moment I’d take a slow tracing of your jawline with the tip of my ring finger.

When you feel the warmth of my gentle grasp around your fragile neck, know my intention is but to take your pulse with the entirety of my hand.

And when the humidity of my hot breath reaches your lips, don’t blink–I want you to see everything.

Autumn Approaches

Autumn approaches.
The time has come to shed skin.
The familiar molting, predictably occurring
Nearly every year during summer’s death rattle,
Begs a change in us.

Shall we harvest our souls–
ripe within our fleshy stalks–
To discard the old
And worn
And expose the fragile new?

Change will occur
With or without our approval.

How much are we willing to steer?

We let go when we don’t wish to be held accountable for mistakes.

Assertiveness  is not a risk everyone is willing to bear.
Gambling, if done smartly, will get you to an apex carefulness and guardedness cannot,

But I’ve always loathed the lottery.  And don’t care to bear the risk.

Now

I am thankful.

“God Hates Fags” vs. Congregation Beth Elohim Brooklyn+tangenting

Contemplate and meditate on the words “civil rights”. Break them apart, put them together, delve into meaning and origin and evolution in conceptualisation through the ages and you may find yourself rethinking what is right and what is wrong regarding your own belief system. Self-critique can be hard for those who do not practice it often. Critique of the collective is difficult from within when you’re afraid to question, but without it, progress is inert.

We aspire to reach a point of stasis that will never come. Some of us dream up “paradise”, “heaven”, “moksha”, “nirvana”, and so on. Some of us realize it cannot be achieved and thus the perpetual ride on the mousewheel is regarded as futile–we are atheists/irreligious. What am I? I’m just a thinker and an observer and living life often juxtaposes my ideals because my ideals are my own and very rarely incorporate the many factors from outside forces. Those factors may alter an outcome. If we cannot fault such outcomes in nature, why fault it in ourselves?  Why not choose to understand why we function as we do rather than create concepts such as “sin” and the act of “sinning”? (I obviously come from a Christian background.)

Instead of being taught how to live freely, we are taught how to enforce boundaries.  The boundaries set forth by institutions such as religion, government, education, media, economics, and technology.  Freedom, ultimately, cannot be achieved this way.  It is naive to think it ever could.

Those without boundaries are more free than I’ll ever be.  And I deceive myself to hope or dream for freedom when I am not prepared to first knock down the walls I’ve been building since social programming began.  (I am positing walls or boundaries are created socially and presume individuals do not create boundaries for themselves on their own.)

But they’re not just social.  There are elemental walls. Biological walls.  That I, alone, could never cross on my own.  Is this a personal impetus for procreation? Do I care that much? Care enough that I’d be willing to start a line sharing my own DNA so that I may, eventually, have something to do with a species more evolved than my own?

We don’t really think like this before acting, do we? What kind of inner dialogue is going on within the mind of a man before he slips his manrod into his hot, tight, and slick orifice of choice?  Or a woman who’s about to place her mouth on her sex of choice?  Or before lips meet. Is the line from departure to arrival straight, curved, jagged? Is it alegro, andante, or adagio? Does it crescendo and/or decrescendo?  And upon meeting, do you linger? Are your kisses staccato or legato? Are the movements of your hands musical in conjunction to the lift and fall of your lover’s bosom or hips.  Do you bend with the arch of her back or the thrust of his groin?

Are you fluid or solid? Do you expand to fill the shape and volume of your container?

I wish US culture was more comfortable with dance.  More than just the vulgar movements in common clubs or the rigidity that comes with years of formal education.  To learn to communicate or express ourselves physically without the need of spoken language.  To be fluent in the language of movement seems scarce, but precious.  I am envious of the  cultures that can come together in dance and celebration at complete ease because it is ritual.

Not all music is dance-friendly, of course. But, movement can still occur.  Just in another…dialect?

I meditate too much.

Pioneers

“My face beneath the street lamp. It reveals what it is lonely people seek”

He strummed his strings with such fury
I was rapt with awe
and a wonder
locked between
the land of sleep
and waking dreams.

He was uncharted territory;
his face–unknown.
His eyes–dark pools of liquid gold.

My reflection was
but a silhouette
rippling atop his murky depths.

“Free me,” I whispered
with a kiss
upon his surface tension,
breaking it with delicate force.

But push became pull,
and I slipped through
losing my footing
to give way to complete
submersion.

tonight, tonight

we have partaken in yet another poetry exercise.

Here are my bits:

Pressure:

Under Pressure
Bowie said it best
But Mercury sang it best
It weighs down
Pierces, even
Liberating.

We are liberated.

Zoo:

You crow
And you leech
And you fish
Like tadpoles
In the spring

We were whole
In the open

But caged
In the heart.

Inchworm:

You inch while I mile.

For so long
I questioned
I presumed
I made guesses

I attempted to
Coalesce
But

You inch and I mile

And that will just have to do.

Burnt toast:

Awoken
From dreams by the permeating
Scent
Of your burnt offering

I am not pleased

In fact,
I wish to return you
For a George Foreman grill.

Inert Gasses:

You lie dormant.

You encapsulate
And encompass
My whole.

But then I am merely a part
To the whole.

This hierarchy asphyxiates
And freedom isn’t an option.

Application:

Theory here
And theory there

And theory up
Theory down

Theory from the West
And theory from the East

And after all this time
I just want
A bit of
A tinge of
A smidgeon of

Some Application.

Unfortunate Events:

In the case that I
Forgot my umbrella
I left a poncho beneath the seat.

But when the rain came
The poncho was glazed
With 2 month old Coke Zero
And the umbrella

Blew away.

Belief:

What I know is what I know is what I know is what I know
And then
I’m a year older
But then
I’m five years older
And in ten years
What I know isn’t what I know isn’t what I know isn’t what I know
Or
Believe
Anymore.

I am in flux.

Bliss:

Bliss was
Cotton candy spun
And woven into
Billowing chaos
Encircling
A sacred stick for my consumption

You dissipated on the tongue
Encompassed by the saliva
That was your demise.

You reappear at the bottom of the latrine and
No longer do you taste as sweet.

Caulk:

Seal my crevices
With your strong,
Hard,
Pristine white caulk.