Why Do You Poon?
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Simple!
Hornier than a six peckered goat!
Or if you prefer, I needed a reason to enjoy a post poon stogie
and single malt scotch even more.
Ahhhh.........BLISS!!
.............QM'r
Hornier than a six peckered goat!
Or if you prefer, I needed a reason to enjoy a post poon stogie
and single malt scotch even more.
Ahhhh.........BLISS!!
.............QM'r
I like to be in control!
I really can't stand the effort involved in chasing after women. In fact, I love shooting women down that come after me... Pooning is basically - control, conveinence, no-strings, power, urges, and excitement all rolled up into 1!~
I really can't stand the effort involved in chasing after women. In fact, I love shooting women down that come after me... Pooning is basically - control, conveinence, no-strings, power, urges, and excitement all rolled up into 1!~
1)have aspergers syndrome (a form of autism)
2)recovering from addiction to narcotics and alcohol
These two things have kept me out of bars, relationships, and unofficially blacklisted me twice from most girls, who don't want to date "damaged goods." It is not that uncommon for men with AS to poon, I have talked to other AS guys online who do this from time to time and come on sites like this.
2)recovering from addiction to narcotics and alcohol
These two things have kept me out of bars, relationships, and unofficially blacklisted me twice from most girls, who don't want to date "damaged goods." It is not that uncommon for men with AS to poon, I have talked to other AS guys online who do this from time to time and come on sites like this.
Annnnddd ...what's your fav single malt scotch????Simple!
Hornier than a six peckered goat!
Or if you prefer, I needed a reason to enjoy a post poon stogie
and single malt scotch even more.
Ahhhh.........BLISS!!
.............QM'r
okay this is gonna make me look like a freak...but oh well
at first it was because of intimacy issues. i wanted the sex, but not the torment of courtship that came with it. so pooning kind of gave me the quick fix. but as i got older and wiser i learned to fake it. i tell my friends that with each girl i go out with it gets easier and easier to lie to them. at first they scoffed, but i have a couple of friends who have noticed the same thing.
i'm pretty sure now it's just compulsion. maybe even instinct. and the eerie thing for me now is that i've noticed it goes in cycles for me. its the worst for me when during the periods leading up to and including a full moon. it's almost impossible to ignore. not to the point of jonesing for it, but enough to be a disruption of some sort. enough to warrant the need for distraction. you would not believe the gizmos and gadgets i have lying around that have come about simply resisting the urge to go out and poon.
but when the urge breaks through? pooning isn't even the high point anymore. the high is the events leading to it, and more so the moments afterwards.
typically it goes like this:
*confirm appointment
*confirm plan B appointment
*wash truck (i even do this in the winter, regardless of the weather)
*pick out music and burn to a cd
*set out clothes
*pick out shoes (i have dozens)
*shit, shower, shave. (always "manscape" the night before)
*get dressed
*double check pooner bag (see below)
*drive to appointment
*park (this is the funnest part for me)
*arrive at house/condo whatever.
*cancel plan b in the elevator (plan b turns into plan a next go round)
*play time*
afterwards...
*eat (this is the only wild card, because i can't really decide until im out the door)
*go shopping (usually cd's or dvd's. usually its HMV downtown, or a best buy, lately it's been shoes.)
*meet up with buddies for drinks. (Mr Blonde recommends the Black Tooth Grin. A shot of Seagrams 7, a shot of Crown, and a splash of coke (just enough to blacken it up.)
the whole ordeal is a tad anal (no pun intended) but it's where the rush if for me. it's weird, because now that i've actually written it down, and looked at it, it's almost like a religious ceremony. it's weird because i've actually timed things down to the minute. if i'm downtown and i've had to use a parking meter i'm usually back at my truck with exactly 1 minute to spare. (which is almost a climax after a climax for me.)
if you're wondering what a "pooner bag" is. allow me to explain.
The pooner bag serves two purposes. The first is it carries the essentials.
*mouth wash
*a ziplock bag of black wine gums (don't ask)
*condoms
*Aveeno hand cream
*a cologne or body spray of some sort
*1 pre-paid cell phone
*a dummy wallet
*a "toy" of some sort. usually an old ipod, psp, or nintendo ds
*fake car keys
Obviously the "pooner bag" also serves as a MacGuffin. If you're in a sticky situation your "pooner bag" and the contents inside motivate any unsavoury characters you might have a run in with, but have little or no meaning to you.
*on my pre-paid cell phone i have loved ones phone numbers (with a misplaced digit,) restaurants, and phone numbers for girls i've seen or will see. you put numbers on your phone for two reasons. one, if it's stolen WHILE you're pooning, the thief will sort through it and it actually appears to be your primary phone. if you're in a situation where you have your back against the wall, the phone in your bag gives whoever has the drop on you the comfort of knowing he has some sort of leverage on you. two, if you're out with friends or family and they decide to get snoopy about the phone sitting in your glove box/pooner bag, the casual snoop sees your normal everyday phone and doesn't think anything of it. (your pooner phone MUST match your real life phone, just as your pooner bag should match the pants or jacket you're wearing to your appointment )
*dummy wallet: Your dummy wallet is probably the most valuable object in your pooner bag (second only to condoms.) In my dummy wallet I keep a dozen or so fake business cards, a pair of **cancelled** credit cards, a bank card (i have a separate bank account and keep a balance of 80 bucks or so on it. this way if i'm in a situation where someone's demanding a PIN number i can do so with the comfort of being able to say that there's money in the account, but he isn't going to like the balance. a bit of extra cash on top of the donation doesn't hurt either. once again...other then the cash involved, motivation for a scumbag, little or no meaning for me. this set up is also a good idea if you're traveling abroad, rather then nailing one.
*fake car keys. this one is going to seem a little odd. but i leave my real keys, real wallet, and real cell phone in my vehicle. (the way my truck is set up, no one can get into it but me) on the key ring i throw on a couple of old house keys, an old car alarm remote, and some stupid little trinket that makes me look a bit more human. the whole idea is while some scumbag is out looking for an Acura, he's too busy to notice me driving off in my Chevy.
*a "toy" of some sort. This is pretty simple. I used to use a PSP. Because I was running around on Skytrain a lot and it helped pass the time. But lately it's just an old Ipod. Aside from the fact I like my tune-age, coupled with the dummy wallet, dummy cell phone, and other odds and ends the stuff in your pooner-bag makes for a pretty good haul for a scumbag should you find yourself in a sticky situation.
at first it was because of intimacy issues. i wanted the sex, but not the torment of courtship that came with it. so pooning kind of gave me the quick fix. but as i got older and wiser i learned to fake it. i tell my friends that with each girl i go out with it gets easier and easier to lie to them. at first they scoffed, but i have a couple of friends who have noticed the same thing.
i'm pretty sure now it's just compulsion. maybe even instinct. and the eerie thing for me now is that i've noticed it goes in cycles for me. its the worst for me when during the periods leading up to and including a full moon. it's almost impossible to ignore. not to the point of jonesing for it, but enough to be a disruption of some sort. enough to warrant the need for distraction. you would not believe the gizmos and gadgets i have lying around that have come about simply resisting the urge to go out and poon.
but when the urge breaks through? pooning isn't even the high point anymore. the high is the events leading to it, and more so the moments afterwards.
typically it goes like this:
*confirm appointment
*confirm plan B appointment
*wash truck (i even do this in the winter, regardless of the weather)
*pick out music and burn to a cd
*set out clothes
*pick out shoes (i have dozens)
*shit, shower, shave. (always "manscape" the night before)
*get dressed
*double check pooner bag (see below)
*drive to appointment
*park (this is the funnest part for me)
*arrive at house/condo whatever.
*cancel plan b in the elevator (plan b turns into plan a next go round)
*play time*
afterwards...
*eat (this is the only wild card, because i can't really decide until im out the door)
*go shopping (usually cd's or dvd's. usually its HMV downtown, or a best buy, lately it's been shoes.)
*meet up with buddies for drinks. (Mr Blonde recommends the Black Tooth Grin. A shot of Seagrams 7, a shot of Crown, and a splash of coke (just enough to blacken it up.)
the whole ordeal is a tad anal (no pun intended) but it's where the rush if for me. it's weird, because now that i've actually written it down, and looked at it, it's almost like a religious ceremony. it's weird because i've actually timed things down to the minute. if i'm downtown and i've had to use a parking meter i'm usually back at my truck with exactly 1 minute to spare. (which is almost a climax after a climax for me.)
if you're wondering what a "pooner bag" is. allow me to explain.
The pooner bag serves two purposes. The first is it carries the essentials.
*mouth wash
*a ziplock bag of black wine gums (don't ask)
*condoms
*Aveeno hand cream
*a cologne or body spray of some sort
*1 pre-paid cell phone
*a dummy wallet
*a "toy" of some sort. usually an old ipod, psp, or nintendo ds
*fake car keys
Obviously the "pooner bag" also serves as a MacGuffin. If you're in a sticky situation your "pooner bag" and the contents inside motivate any unsavoury characters you might have a run in with, but have little or no meaning to you.
*on my pre-paid cell phone i have loved ones phone numbers (with a misplaced digit,) restaurants, and phone numbers for girls i've seen or will see. you put numbers on your phone for two reasons. one, if it's stolen WHILE you're pooning, the thief will sort through it and it actually appears to be your primary phone. if you're in a situation where you have your back against the wall, the phone in your bag gives whoever has the drop on you the comfort of knowing he has some sort of leverage on you. two, if you're out with friends or family and they decide to get snoopy about the phone sitting in your glove box/pooner bag, the casual snoop sees your normal everyday phone and doesn't think anything of it. (your pooner phone MUST match your real life phone, just as your pooner bag should match the pants or jacket you're wearing to your appointment
) *dummy wallet: Your dummy wallet is probably the most valuable object in your pooner bag (second only to condoms.) In my dummy wallet I keep a dozen or so fake business cards, a pair of **cancelled** credit cards, a bank card (i have a separate bank account and keep a balance of 80 bucks or so on it. this way if i'm in a situation where someone's demanding a PIN number i can do so with the comfort of being able to say that there's money in the account, but he isn't going to like the balance. a bit of extra cash on top of the donation doesn't hurt either. once again...other then the cash involved, motivation for a scumbag, little or no meaning for me. this set up is also a good idea if you're traveling abroad, rather then nailing one.
*fake car keys. this one is going to seem a little odd. but i leave my real keys, real wallet, and real cell phone in my vehicle. (the way my truck is set up, no one can get into it but me) on the key ring i throw on a couple of old house keys, an old car alarm remote, and some stupid little trinket that makes me look a bit more human. the whole idea is while some scumbag is out looking for an Acura, he's too busy to notice me driving off in my Chevy.
*a "toy" of some sort. This is pretty simple. I used to use a PSP. Because I was running around on Skytrain a lot and it helped pass the time. But lately it's just an old Ipod. Aside from the fact I like my tune-age, coupled with the dummy wallet, dummy cell phone, and other odds and ends the stuff in your pooner-bag makes for a pretty good haul for a scumbag should you find yourself in a sticky situation.
Preferably first would be Irish whiskey (Bushmills 18 yr old and Jamieson.)
But Aberlour or Scapa are very decent!
Not trying to hijack the thread here, just answering a question.
Yoo funny man !! LOL!!..............QM'r
It all boils down to a few things for me... I think the biggest is my fake-tit fetish - I like them more than most men, almost to the point I exclusively only see girls who have them. And given that most 'date able' women don't have them, this is the best way to go about it.
Fetishes aside - I refuse to chase women and put them on a pedestal. This isn't to say that if I met the right person I wouldn't go out of my way to make them feel special because I would, but I find Vancouver women by and large don't deserve and/or appreciate what I have to offer. And I'm not talking about material objects here. I don't mean to sound arrogant even if that's the way it comes across. It's been quite a while since I've met a woman I would consider seeing for a second time - most don't it make it past date #1.
It also allows me to concentrate on more rewarding endeavors such as school, work, and friends. And because I know I can get it if I so desire, sex all of a sudden doesn't seem nearly as important.
That's why I'm here...
Fetishes aside - I refuse to chase women and put them on a pedestal. This isn't to say that if I met the right person I wouldn't go out of my way to make them feel special because I would, but I find Vancouver women by and large don't deserve and/or appreciate what I have to offer. And I'm not talking about material objects here. I don't mean to sound arrogant even if that's the way it comes across. It's been quite a while since I've met a woman I would consider seeing for a second time - most don't it make it past date #1.
It also allows me to concentrate on more rewarding endeavors such as school, work, and friends. And because I know I can get it if I so desire, sex all of a sudden doesn't seem nearly as important.
That's why I'm here...
Why I poon
Given its effect on my bank balance I guess I'd better ask: what makes my current pooning spree worthwhile? I reap three benefits:
1. Amazing pleasure: I seem to have an endless capacity to convert a woman's sexual allure into excitement for myself. There's something sublimely delicious about frolicking naked with an attractive stranger and building up to that euphoric release of my juices inside her. For the longest time I believed I couldn't have satisfying sex with an SP: there's no affection; there’s always a condom in the way; and my initial experiments foundered on nervousness. Well, I’ve changed my mind: SPs tend to be more attractive than most of my amateur partners; their erotic skills are more finely honed; and they offer delightful play without the usual relationship complications.
2. Health benefits: Pooning, at least in my case, chases away stress, frustration, boredom and other negative emotions, and sure gets those vital juices flowing. After each encounter I feel a rush of exhilaration, intense relaxation and renewed appreciation for life's adventure. Ironically, as a result of pooning I'm more confident and relaxed with women and perhaps come across as less sexually needy, which has meant noticeably more interest on their part toward me.
3. Personal liberation: Pooning, for me, is also meaningful as a form liberation from irrational fear, guilt and shame as a result of a religious upbringing and lots of other sex-negative conditioning. Pooning seems to me to be an activity which, with proper precautions, provides benefits for both provider and client that far outweigh any likely harms. Why, then, is there so much moral outrage in society over it? Common motives for denigrating sex work are, perhaps, that many women resent a reduction in their sexual bargaining power resulting from men having access to quality commercial sex; and that many traditional men who dream of monopolizing a woman partner's sexuality can't bring themselves to respect the type of women who are sexual with many men. (Regrettably, SPs themselves sometimes internalize negative social attitudes toward their work—which may partly explain why some, like that escort from Denver, feel contemptuous toward us pooners).
I only hope my passion for pooning subsides a little before I go broke...
Given its effect on my bank balance I guess I'd better ask: what makes my current pooning spree worthwhile? I reap three benefits:
1. Amazing pleasure: I seem to have an endless capacity to convert a woman's sexual allure into excitement for myself. There's something sublimely delicious about frolicking naked with an attractive stranger and building up to that euphoric release of my juices inside her. For the longest time I believed I couldn't have satisfying sex with an SP: there's no affection; there’s always a condom in the way; and my initial experiments foundered on nervousness. Well, I’ve changed my mind: SPs tend to be more attractive than most of my amateur partners; their erotic skills are more finely honed; and they offer delightful play without the usual relationship complications.
2. Health benefits: Pooning, at least in my case, chases away stress, frustration, boredom and other negative emotions, and sure gets those vital juices flowing. After each encounter I feel a rush of exhilaration, intense relaxation and renewed appreciation for life's adventure. Ironically, as a result of pooning I'm more confident and relaxed with women and perhaps come across as less sexually needy, which has meant noticeably more interest on their part toward me.
3. Personal liberation: Pooning, for me, is also meaningful as a form liberation from irrational fear, guilt and shame as a result of a religious upbringing and lots of other sex-negative conditioning. Pooning seems to me to be an activity which, with proper precautions, provides benefits for both provider and client that far outweigh any likely harms. Why, then, is there so much moral outrage in society over it? Common motives for denigrating sex work are, perhaps, that many women resent a reduction in their sexual bargaining power resulting from men having access to quality commercial sex; and that many traditional men who dream of monopolizing a woman partner's sexuality can't bring themselves to respect the type of women who are sexual with many men. (Regrettably, SPs themselves sometimes internalize negative social attitudes toward their work—which may partly explain why some, like that escort from Denver, feel contemptuous toward us pooners).
I only hope my passion for pooning subsides a little before I go broke...
'Cuz I've given myself carpal tunnel syndrome from masturbating and I need to get to sleep somehow.
Hey Motion!! Good to hear from ya man, it's been awhile.
Had a couple of personal bests this year. My fave.......
Hit the 1/8th mile (660 ft) at 7.999 seconds.......at 87.58 MPH.
FINALLY,broke the 8 second barrier.
1/4 mile on that run was 12.60 flat at 107.18 MPH
Gotta a 440 planned for next winter, still going to run with the
same combo this coming year then retire that engine. This will
be season ten coming up on the same mill and she still runs 12.60's
after all that time.
Let's see those beemers beat that.
Second to last time out this fall did five runs all in the 12.60's
Very pleased indeed. Had a lot of traction problems this year as others
did with all the rain outs. Track conditions were tough at best this year.
Okay Hijack over. Btw another reason I like to poon?
Injection is nice but I'd rather be blown!!!
..............QM'r
Wow, Mr. Blonde, you are my hero. You have pooning down to a science. Everything you do makes perfect sense.
I don't indulge too often. (limited cash and the SO is usually around a lot) But when I do it's because there's some things my significant other just isn't good at and I need someone else to satisfy my desires.
I don't indulge too often. (limited cash and the SO is usually around a lot) But when I do it's because there's some things my significant other just isn't good at and I need someone else to satisfy my desires.
