solitaireman50

Someone whose opinion I greatly value requested I clarify my statement: “Women think I am a hideous, repulsive, and worthless piece of shit who does not deserve to live!” Personally, I do not believe this is necessary because none of the women I have encountered clarified when they said, “You’re a nice guy, but…”, “You’re not my ‘type’.”, or a combination of the two. Over the years, I have grown to despise and hate the phrase, “You’re a nice guy, but…” because it was always followed by how I remind them of the vilest people in their lives. I have been compared to deviant and perverted family members, abusive significant, and “dates-from-hell”. Since I resembled so many people, it would have been nice if these women said I looked like their favorite movie star or singer. Will someone who has more intellect than me please explain exactly what people mean when they say, “You’re not my ‘type’”? It would be helpful to know the kind of person is their ‘type’. Are there any women in this

The painfulness of the truth As it mirrors another's view No compromise -- No B.S. At least you know Where you stand Is it right? Is it moral? I feel it is Something we need a little more Especially, from those Whom we have placed our trust

It hath been decreed throughout this land Artistic expression is in danger of getting banned No longer can we speak with a single voice They have taken from us: “The Freedom of Choice!” Policy is being dictated by a selected few Those with narrow minds and points of view They have this wrong belief Exotic Dancing Is something that’s akin to Harem Prancing They're determined Daughter of Terpsichore Will not be subjected to asinine bureaucracy They are guaranteed the Constitutional right To exhibit their talents before the limelight To some, they appear as objects of male lust I suggest we bestow an overdue trust To use their experience and intuition Instead of disgust, we should grant admiration. I vote we present to these Ladies of Fantasy Our understanding...respect...and courtesy.

I have this unique fetish that worships all alone The Only Politically Correct Erogenous Zone Whereas the Average Joe simply shamelessly stare At the callipygian orbs of your luscious derriere To steal a lingering glimpse down your decollete For many, a Peepin’ Tom is a voyeuristic matinee Others believe lusting for your genitalia Is their salacious passage to concupiscent regalia For this lonely naivete to achieve titillating bliss Tantalizing Seductress, Please reveal your umbilicus!

You should see this world through the blind man’s eyes Then attempt to listen with the deaf one’s ear You’ll notice there’s no one you should despise Nor anybody you must truly fear Why base one’s worth on the hue of their skin? Or, the spelling of their family name? How they practice the doctrines of their religion? Underneath, ain’t we people just the same? Hatred’s not something that’s inbred To me, the practice appears freely taught It’s not in a person’s heart nor their head This problem’s a real Gordian Knot! We are members of the same human race Please look beyond another’s national creed Let’s show a little of God’s Loving Grace And not so much of man’s selfish greed!