England Sadness
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Collateral damage/thought of going to my first industry party and meeting so many fine people had me thinking of how many walks of life we come from and how we all came together with one common interest.
Aren't we amazing people that we can hobby, align ourselves, come together during a social function, have a common interest (obviously), bare our soles to one another (virtually and physically), have our trysts and then go about our normal lives with our friends/family like nothing happened.
Isn't it sad that some of us miss something in our lives that can't seem to be fixed, that we choose to fill that void with all of the above...?
Some think that this is a wealthy man's hobby. Some think we're all a bunch of "perverts" and "sickos". Some think we should all be arrested. Some think that prostitution should be legalized and the cloak and dagger would not exist. Some risk to lose everything if caught. Some have nothing to lose at all. Some feel addicted to the hobby. Some think that if our society was readily accepting of sexual needs and wants, we wouldn't have negative thoughts about hobbying.
My confessional is this board. I'm not a wealthy man. I hobby because there's something missing. The guilt of hobbying still exists, but has wained in the years. My addicton to attractive women has always existed, but as I grew older, substance became more important. The thought of walking in to an incall with someone I don't know and having a sexual encounter, scares the daylights out of me at times; but also sends the adrenaline and endorphines flowing so much that I throw all caution to the wind.
So that's my fucked up thoughts for the day :tongue:
Aren't we amazing people that we can hobby, align ourselves, come together during a social function, have a common interest (obviously), bare our soles to one another (virtually and physically), have our trysts and then go about our normal lives with our friends/family like nothing happened.
Isn't it sad that some of us miss something in our lives that can't seem to be fixed, that we choose to fill that void with all of the above...?
Some think that this is a wealthy man's hobby. Some think we're all a bunch of "perverts" and "sickos". Some think we should all be arrested. Some think that prostitution should be legalized and the cloak and dagger would not exist. Some risk to lose everything if caught. Some have nothing to lose at all. Some feel addicted to the hobby. Some think that if our society was readily accepting of sexual needs and wants, we wouldn't have negative thoughts about hobbying.
My confessional is this board. I'm not a wealthy man. I hobby because there's something missing. The guilt of hobbying still exists, but has wained in the years. My addicton to attractive women has always existed, but as I grew older, substance became more important. The thought of walking in to an incall with someone I don't know and having a sexual encounter, scares the daylights out of me at times; but also sends the adrenaline and endorphines flowing so much that I throw all caution to the wind.
So that's my fucked up thoughts for the day :tongue: