Good novels about college?

Metros are extremely effeminate, by definition. But the definition of gay, is that you like having sex with men. I don't see how these worlds necessarily collide.

Its not impossible, trust me. Its just frustrating like I said. That was a long time ago, before porn.

You jerk it to documentaries of depressed giants??

 

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-Bob-

Yes, but to adapt Dr. Strangelove -
The very point of porn is lost, IF YOU JUST USE IT TO FANTASIZE.

Porn exists to give a visual stimulus to masturbation. Maybe some people "place themselves" in the picture, but that seems pretty damn odd to me.

Sure, the depiction of masculinized women would be homoerotic. But I never said anything about masculine women, so where the hell are you coming from?

You don't think depressed giants are sexy?
Freak.

 

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The point of porn is to masturbate. What's the point of masturbation? To FANTASIZE about doing something that you can't be doing at the moment, and get pleasure from it.

Specifically, the busty Nordic church burning women, who like to slit throats.

Not unless you include fat women- who might sometimes fall under that category and be all the more sexy for it.

 

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-Bob-

Wha? The point of masturbation is to experience sexual pleasure/release. Nobody masturbates to fantasize, they fantasize to masturbate.

Porn bypasses fantasy by offering up someone else's fantasy. Or just the representation thereof. The fantasy is irrelevent most of the time.

Yeah but where did I say they were masculine or masculinized?

 

I haven't for the longest time.
I had to think back to my stoner days before I had the internet to remember jerking it to TV.
Now it's all anal cum farting, medical examinations and humiliation for me.
Healthy normal quality stuff, but once I had to make do with really weird material.
You'll find when you're really off your chops on pot strange things can be eerily erotic, and it's easier to fantasise.
Like a giant lady on TV crying when remembering being teased about her giant freak features might aid me in fantasising about lots of beautifull women brutally beating a screaming giant woman with clubs in medievil times, and then holding down her enormous injured sobbing form for me, Lord Natic of canterbury, to fuck while the beautifull women laugh and spit at the giant who's only dream was to be a pretty normal sized girl who didn't stand out.

I must say such sessions were actually more rewarding than brutal dildo movies and the like.
But they required more mentally exhausting work.

 

If I ever wrote a novel about college, Lou Natic would be in it, with his fantasy about depressed giants, spitting and all. He would be the sick anti-hero of the new millenium, where the sports heroes and rock stars just aren't enough.

 

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