there is this assumption in the MSM lately, especially in the political arena, that balanced means equal time from all parties, even if some are completely insane. sometimes, balanced means from a sane mind. if the emperor is buck ass nekkid, then balanced reporting is not to interview the tailor that sold the suit as well as those that claim the emperor is nekkid. balanced means asking 10 people, getting ‘nekkid’ as an answer and saying that the emperor is nekkid. period. (sic)

so, VD. nicely played. on the green in two strokes, 20′ putt for birdie.
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I’ll go even further and tell you that what I really enjoy is when a guy eats his own…spunk…out of me while I sit on his face. that needs to be said. plenty of women like that already. many secretly crave it and most are denied. I think that women crave it. not all, mind you, but the ones that do…well, they’re up against a problem
the men they’re fucking are programmed to avoid semen – to avoid “gayness”.

so, two things come into play. the women that do get ‘into’ their vaginas – the fluids, the feelings, the experiences, the smells. they are pariahs because society and advertising have women running around with a bucket of cleaning solvents, scrubbing their cunts like the tile floor of an all white kitchen. on top of that, the men who provide semen are running away from getting their faces anywhere near pussy juice, period blood, cum or ass juice.

it’s a sexual train-wreck of patriarchal manipulation.