"I suspect this is almost exactly what it feels like for a moderately attractive woman to catch public transport, aside of course from the heteroclite repeatedly touching himself then sniffing his fingers in the corner of the vestibule.""God, Matt. You’re emotionally distant, unstintingly literate and clearly uninterested."
RAZER: ...Were it not for your misuse of “discomfiting” (which we should probably blame on auto-correct) I would probably propose the commencement of an unhealthy but briefly rewarding Master-Pony relationship this minute...
MATT:...Despite living across the road from a horse agistment and equestrian facility, being in walking distance of both a pony club and saddlery, not to mention a five year stint working in the hard core pornography industry, I am unfamiliar with Master-Pony relationships. I suspect it involves some sort of trenchant servitude. Much like shoes, I expect it to be the sort of thing I prefer to see other people wearing, not myself...
I’m not quite sure I have a comment about this article, or should. It’s the sort of thing that quietly, surreptitiously has the structure and delivery of begging for advice, without actually wanting any. It makes me feel sorry about you, but want to say utterly horrible things to you, or perhaps vice versa. Possibly that’s the sort of thing you expect and even desire. Possibly it’s all an immense trolling yuk-yuk for blog fodder. Possibly you don’t delineate between the two, or can’t, or do and don’t care. It’s almost certainly a terrible idea if it’s sincere, but I’m hard pressed to find anything on this page that I’d remotely label “sincere”, with the exception of the part about wanting to eventually have sex; I’m certain that’s legitimate, and may be the only relevancy here.
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