‘The publication in one volume of a work like Tropisms – which some considered to be a collection of prose poems – with what, quite obviously, is furthest removed from it: a series of essays on the novel, may cause legitimate surprise.

‘And yet this proximity is justifiable.

‘The great interest shown today in discussions of the novel, and especially in the theories advanced by the supporters of what, in France at present, is called ‘Nouveau Roman’, has led many to imagine that these theorising novelists are cool calculators who began by constructing their theories, which they then decided to put into practice in their books. This explains the fact that their novels have been referred to as ‘laboratory experiments.’

‘If this were the case, it might seem plausible that, one fine day, after having formulated certain opinions on the evolution, content and form of the present-day novel, I sat down at my table and undertook to apply them by writing Tropisms, and the books that followed.

‘Nothing could be more mistaken than this supposition. For no literary work can be a mere illustration of principles, however convincing. And, in fact, these articles, all of which were written in 1947, are far removed from the conception and composition of my first book.

‘I started to write in 1932, when I composed my first Tropism. At that time, I had no preconceived ideas on the subject of literature and this one, as were those that followed it, was written under the impact of an emotion, of a very vivid impression. What I tried to do was to show certain inner ‘movements’ by which I had long been attracted; in fact, I might even say that, ever since I was a child, these movements, which are hidden under the commonplace, harmless appearances of every instant of our lives, had struck and held my attention. In this domain, my first impressions go back very far.

‘These movements, of which we are hardly cognizant, slip through us on the frontiers of consciousness in the form of undefinable, extremely rapid sensations. They hide behind our gestures, beneath the words we speak and the feelings we manifest, all of which we are aware of experiencing, and are able to define. They seemed, and still seem to me to constitute the secret source of our existence, in what might be called its nascent state.

‘And since, while we are performing them, no words express them, not even those of the interior monologue – for they develop and pass through us very rapidly in the form of frequently very sharp, brief sensations, without our perceiving clearly what they are – it was not possible to communicate them to the reader otherwise than by means of equivalent images that would make him experience analogous sensations. It was also necessary to make them break up and spread out in the consciousness of the reader the way a slow-motion film does. Time was no longer the time of real life, but of a hugely amplified present.

‘These movements seemed to me to be veritable dramatic actions, hiding beneath the most commonplace conversations, the most everyday gestures, and constantly emerging up on the surface of the appearances that both conceal and reveal them.

‘The dramatic situations constituted by these invisible actions interested me as such. Nothing could distract my attention from them and nothing should distract that of the reader; neither the personality of the characters, nor the plot, by means of which, ordinarily, the characters evolve. The barely visible, anonymous character was to serve as mere prop for these movements, which are inherent in everybody and can take place in anybody, at any moment.

‘Thus my first book is made up of a series of moments, in which, like some precise dramatic action shown in slow motion, these movements, which I called Tropisms, come into play. I gave them this name because of their spontaneous, irresistible, instinctive nature, similar to that of the movements made by certain living organisms under the influence of outside stimuli, such as light.

‘This analogy, however, is limited to the instinctive, irresistible nature of the movements, which are produced in us by the presence of others, or by objects from the outside world. It obviously never occurred to me to compare human beings with insects or plants, as I have sometimes been reproached with doing.

‘The volume entitled Tropisms appeared in 1939, under the imprimatur of Denoël. The present edition, source of this translation, was published by the Editions de Minuit, in 1957. It is a corrected re-edition of the 1939 volume, to which have been added the six last texts, written between 1939 and 1941.

‘This first book contains in nuce all the raw material that I have continued to develop in my later works.

”Tropisms are still the living substance of all my books, the only difference being that they now play a more important role, the time of the dramatic action they constitute is longer, and there is added complexity in the constant play that takes place between them and the appearances and commonplaces with which they emerge into the open: our conversations, the personality we seem to have, the person we seem to be in one another’s eyes, the stereotyped things we believe we feel, as also those we discover in others, and the superficial dramatic action constituted by plot, which is nothing but a conventional code that we apply to life.

‘My first books: Tropismes, which appeared in 1939, and Portrait d-un inconnu in 1948, passed practically unnoticed in the post-war literary atmosphere, which was dominated by the Behaviourist tendency and by a metaphysics of the ‘absurd.’

‘As a result, if for no other reason than to seek justification, reassurance or encouragement for myself, I began to reflect upon the motives that impelled me to reject certain things, to adopt certain techniques, to examine certain works of both past and present, and to anticipate those of the future, in an effort to discover an irreversible direction in literature that would permit me to see if my own quest was in line with this direction.

‘Thus it was that, in 1947, I was prompted to study the works of Dostoievski and Kafka from a particular angle. In the article entitled L’Ere du soupçon, which appeared in 1950, I tried to show the results of the transformations of characters in fiction since Balzac’s time,as exemplified in the contemporary novel. And in Conversation et sous-conversation, published in 1955, I called attention to the out-moded nature of dialogue as practised in the traditional novel.

‘In connection with the latter article, I should like to stress the fact that when I spoke of the old-fashioned nature of the works of Joyce and Proust, or the naïveté of Virginia Woolf’s ideas on the subject of the novel, it was quite obviously to poke fun at those who had expressed themselves in this manner about these writers. Taken as a whole, it seems to me that this article is perfectly clear; I insist on this point, however, because it has been a source of occasional misunderstanding.

‘Lastly, in the article entitled Ce que voient les oiseaux, which appeared in 1956, I tried to show, among other things, the academic, formalist features of a certain type of ‘realism’.

‘Some of the ideas expressed in these articles have contributed to the essential bases for what, today, us called the ‘Nouveau Roman.’

‘And so, it seems to me that the present volume, to which two such dissimilar works as Tropisms and The Age of Suspicion may give an appearance of incongruity, by virtue of this very juxtaposition, gives a fair account of my endeavours, as they progressed from my first Tropisms to the theoretical viewpoints that derived from them.’ — Nathalie Sarraute, 1962

 

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Gallery

Michel Butor, Alain Robbe-Grillet, Robert Pinget, Claude Simon, Samuel Beckett, Nathalie Sarraute, 1959

Nathalie Sarraute, Alain Robbe-Grillet, Claude Simon, Michel Butor, 1959

with Marie Darrieussecq, 1998

 

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Further

Nathalie Sarraute @ Wikipedia
NS @ goodreads
Nathalie Sarraute by Hannah Arendt
Lessons with Nathalie Sarraute
Nathalie Sarraute interviewed
Nathalie Sarraute and the Feminist Reader: Identities in Process
Her novels broke with fictional realism, examining human behaviour at its most secretive
THE USE OF SPEECH BY NATHALIE SARRAUTE
Nathalie Sarraute and England
On Nathalie Sarraute’s Tropisms and why we write
Being Beside One’s Self
Nathalie Sarraute Fiction and Theory
A propos de Nathalie Sarraute
L’objet lumineux dans l’œuvre de Nathalie Sarraute
Nathalie Sarraute et l’anti-roman
Le dialogue selon Nathalie Sarraute
Fiction et révélation : Vous les entendez ? De Nathalie Sarraute
Nathalie Sarraute et la violence du texte
Eloge de NATHALIE SARRAUTE: Apprendre à dire l’indicible
Buy ‘Tropisms’

 

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Extras

Nathalie SARRAUTE Tropismes

Nathalie Sarraute “Vous les entendez?”

Un siècle d’écrivain 1995 Nathalie Sarraute

INVITEE : SARRAUTE

Tombe de Nathalie Sarraute au cimetière de Chérence

 

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Interview
from The Paris Review

You wrote your first novel at the age of twelve, then nothing until you were thirty-two. Why?

NATHALIE SARRAUTE: My mother wrote all the time, and to parrot her I wrote a “novel” full of all the platitudes I had read in love stories at the time. I showed it to a friend of my mother who said, Before writing novels one should learn to spell! Psychologists would see in that episode a typical childhood trauma. Actually, I think I did not write until much later because I had nothing to say.

At the lycée I liked writing essays because the subjects were imposed from outside. It made me realize how pleasant it was writing well turned-out sentences in a classical style—one was on equal terms with the classics, safe in their company. Whereas in my own writing I jump into a void, without any protection. I stumble and stammer, without anything to reassure me.

The traditional novel, with its plot and characters, etcetera, didn’t interest me. I had received the shock of Proust in 1924, the revelation of a whole mental universe, and I thought that after Proust one could not go back to the Balzacian novel. Then I read Joyce, Virginia Woolf, etcetera . . . I thought Mrs. Dalloway was a masterpiece; Joyce’s interior monologue was a revelation. In fact, there was a whole literature that I thought changed all that was done before. But as I said, I myself didn’t write because I had nothing to say then.

You started writing Tropisms when you were thirty-two; it is a short book of twenty-four pieces, yet it took you seven years.

SARRAUTE: It took five years, which is still long. Then I spent two years trying to find a publisher for it. Finally a very good publisher, Robert Lafont, who had discovered Céline and Queneau took it. He published it in the same collection as Queneau.

How did you arrive at the form for those first short texts?

SARRAUTE: The first one came out just how it is in the book. I felt it like that. Some of the others I worked on a lot.

And why did you choose the name Tropisms?

SARRAUTE: It was a term that was in the air, it came from the sciences, from biology, botany. I thought it fit the interior movement that I wanted to show. So when I had to come up with a title in order to show it to publishers, I took that.

How did you know what they were at the time, these tropisms? How did you know when you’d found one?

SARRAUTE: I didn’t always know, I might discover it in the writing. I didn’t try to define them, they just came out like that.

The tropisms often seem to work through a poetic sensibility.

SARRAUTE: I’ve always thought that there is no border, no separation, between poetry and prose. Michaux, is he prose or poetry? Or Francis Ponge? It’s written in prose, and yet it’s poetry, because it’s the sensation that is carried across by way of the language.

With the tropisms, did you feel that it was fiction, did you wonder what to call it?

SARRAUTE: I didn’t pose myself such questions, really. I knew it seemed impossible to me to write in the traditional forms. They seemed to have no access to what we experienced. If we en- closed that in characters, personalities, a plot, we were overlooking everything that our senses were perceiving, which is what interested me. One had to take hold of the instant, by enlarging it, developing it. That’s what I tried to do in Tropisms.

Did you sense at the time that that was the direction your work would go?

SARRAUTE: I felt that a path was opening before me, a path that excited me. As if I’d found my own terrain, upon which I could move forward, where no one had gone prior to me. Where I was in charge.

Were you already wondering how to use that in other contexts such as a novel?

SARRAUTE: Not at all. I thought only of writing short texts like that. I couldn’t imagine it possible to write a long novel. And afterwards, it was so difficult finding these texts; each time it was like starting a new book all over again; so I told myself perhaps it would be interesting to take two semblances of characters who were entirely commonplace, as in Balzac, a miser and his daughter, and to show all the tropisms that develop inside of them. That’s how I wrote Portrait of a Man Unknown.

In effect, one could say that all or most tropisms we might find in people could also be found in a single person.

SARRAUTE: Absolutely. I’m convinced that everyone has it all in himself, at that level. On the exterior level of action, I don’t for a minute think that Hitler is like Joan of Arc. But I think that at that deep level of tropisms Hitler or Stalin must have experienced the same tropisms as anyone else.

The tropisms would seem to enter the domain of the social sciences as well.

SARRAUTE: Yes. I’ve become more accessible, besides. My work used to be entirely closed to people. For a long time people didn’t get inside there; they couldn’t manage to really penetrate these books.

Why do you think that is?

SARRAUTE: Because it’s difficult. Because I plunge in directly, without giving any reference points. One doesn’t know where one is, or who is who. I speak right away of the essential things, and that’s very difficult. In addition, people have the habit of looking for the framework of the traditional novel—characters, plots—and they don’t find it; they’re lost.

That brings up the question of how to read these books. You do without plot, for example.

SARRAUTE: There is a plot, if you like, but it’s not the usual plot. It is the plot made up of these movements between human beings. If one takes an interest in what I do, one follows a sort of movement of dramatic actions that takes place at the level of the tropisms and of the dialogue. It’s a different dramatic action than that of the traditional novel.

You’ve said that you prefer a relatively continuous reading of your books. But all reading is a somewhat fragmentary experience. With a traditional novel, when one picks it up again to continue reading, there are the characters and the plot to situate oneself, to discover where one has left off. In your books, do you see other ways of keeping track of where one was?

SARRAUTE: I don’t know. I don’t know how one reads it. I can’t put myself in the reader’s place, or know what he’s looking for, what he sees. I have no idea. I never think of him when I’m writing. Otherwise, I’d be writing things that suit him and please him. And for years he didn’t like it, he wasn’t interested.

Even after several books you weren’t discouraged?

SARRAUTE: No, not at all. I was always supported, all the same, from the start. With Portrait of a Man Unknown, I was supported by Sartre. At the time Sartre was the only person who was doing something about literature; he had a review. My husband was also tremendously supportive, from the very start. He was a marvelous reader for me; he always encouraged me a great deal. That was a lot. It suffices to have one reader, who realizes what you want to do. So it was a great solitude, if you like, but deep down inside it wasn’t solitude. Sartre was impassioned by Portrait of a Man Unknown. So that was very encouraging. Then when Martereau was done, Marcel Arland was very excited and had it published with Gallimard. He was editing the Nouvelle Revue Française at the time. I always had a few enthusiastic readers. When Tropisms came out, I received an enthusiastic letter from Max Jacob, who at the time was very admired as a poet. I can’t say it was a total solitude.

Did Sartre or others try to claim you as an existentialist?

SARRAUTE: No, not at all. He said, I had better write a preface for it, otherwise you won’t find a publisher, because he had become very famous by then. But despite his preface nobody wanted the book, and in the end a small publisher took it. It had only one little notice and was ignored. Later Sartre told me, If you persist in writing like this you’ll sacrifice your life.

Simone de Beauvoir, while she didn’t mind Sartre being surrounded by, or even having affairs with pretty actresses and secretaries, was said to be terribly jealous of women of superior intelligence who got close to him, and she broke your friendship. Is that true?

SARRAUTE: It is true that she separated us completely. But I heard that she couldn’t bear Sartre having an intellectual relationship with anyone, male or female. She caused the break with Merleau-Ponty, Raymond Aron, Camus . . . She wanted to be the only one.

But I liked Sartre very much. He had an attentiveness that denoted generosity, and I think he was warm. Simone de Beauvoir, on the other hand, was cold and distant, and as they were very close it colored his attitudes too, sometimes. He listened marvelously.

That might explain why some women were seduced by him, despite his physique.

SARRAUTE: I don’t know, as I certainly wasn’t one of them! I liked him as a friend, but found him physically one of the most repulsive men I had ever seen—it was terrible! The physical aspect of a man was always very important to me.

What about your own feminism?

SARRAUTE: I militated for the women’s vote in 1935. I have always been a feminist in so far as I want equal rights for women. But the idea of “women’s writing” shocks me. I think that in art we are androgynous. Our brains are not different, but until now women were less educated, so they produced fewer works of art. People always compare women to each other. I was once asked at a conference what was the similarity between Marguerite Yourcenar and Marguerite Duras. I said that there was an enormous similarity: they were both called Marguerite! Otherwise there is not an iota of connection between them.

Some people have seen a feminist bias in your work.

SARRAUTE: Imagine! But I hardly ever think of gender when I write about my characters. I often prefer he to she because he is neutral but she is only female. In The Planetarium there is an old woman who is anxious because a door-handle has been badly put on her door. Well, a young man wrote to me and that “this old lady is me!” He explained that he had just been married and moved to a new apartment, and that he was just as worked-up about some details as my character. You can imagine how pleased I was!

Some time ago I received a doctoral thesis whose subject was woman’s condition in my novels! I was flabbergasted! But if I had wanted to discuss woman’s condition I wouldn’t have written the sort of books I have. Woman’s condition is the last thing on my mind when I write.

To return to tropisms, do you feel there are other writers who have found certain lessons in that domain?

SARRAUTE: I don’t feel I have any imitators. I think it’s a domain that is too much my own.

Would it be possible to use the tropisms in a more traditional novel?

SARRAUTE: I don’t see how. What interest would there be? Because in a more traditional novel, one shows characters with personality traits, while the tropisms are entirely minute things that take place in a few instants inside of anybody at all. What could that bring to the description of a character?

As if at the moment of the tropisms, the character vanishes.

SARRAUTE: He disintegrates before the extraordinary complexity of the tropisms inside of him.

 

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Book

Nathalie Sarraute Tropisms
New Directions

‘Hailed as a masterpiece by Jean Genet, Marguerite Duras, and Jean-Paul Sartre, Tropisms is considered one of the defining texts of the nouveau roman movement. Nathalie Sarraute has defined her work as the “movements that are hidden under the commonplace, harmless instances of our everyday lives.” Like figures in a grainy photograph, Sarraute’s characters are blurred and shadowy, while her narrative never develops beyond a stressed moment. Instead, Sarraute brilliantly finds and elaborates subtle details―when a relationship changes, when we fall slightly deeper into love, or when something innocent tilts to the smallest degree toward suspicion.’ — New Directions

 

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Excerpt

XI

She had understood the secret. She had scented the hiding-place of what should be the real treasure for everybody. She knew the ‘scale of values.’

No conversations about the shape of hats and Rémond fabrics for her. She had profound contempt for square-toed shoes.

Like a wood-louse she had crawled insidiously towards them and maliciously found out about ‘the real thing’, like a cat that licks its chops and closes its eyes before a jug of cream it has discovered.

Now she knew it. She was going to stay there. They would never dislodge her from there again. She listened, she absorbed, greedy, voluptuous, rapacious. Nothing of what belonged to them was going to escape her: picture galleries, all the new books… She knew all that. She had begun with ‘Les Annales’, now she was veering towards Gide, soon she would be going to take notes, an eager, avid gleam in her eye, at meetings of the ‘Union for Truth’.

She ranged over all that, sniffed everywhere, picked up everything with her square-nailed fingers; as soon as anyone spoke vaguely of that anywhere, her eyes lighted up, she stretched out her neck, agog.

For them this was unutterably repellent. Hide it from her – quick – before she scents it, carries it away, preserve it from her degrading contact… But she foiled them, because she knew everything. The Chartres Cathedral could not be hidden from her. She knew all about it. She had read what Péguy had thought of it.

In the most secret recesses, among the treasures that were the best hidden, she rummaged about with her avid fingers. Everything ‘intellectual’. She had to have it. For her. For her, because she knew now the real value of things. She had to have what was intellectual.

There were a great many like her, hungry, pitiless parasites, leeches, firmly settled on the articles that appeared, slugs stuck everywhere, spreading their mucus on corners of Rimbaud, sucking on Mallarmé, lending one another Ulysses or the Notebook of Malte Laurids Brigge, which they slimed with their low understanding.

‘It’s so beautiful,’ she said, opening her eyes in which, with a pure, inspired expression, she kindled a ‘divine spark’.

 

XII

During his very well-attended lectures at the Collège de France, he amused himself with all that.

He enjoyed prying, with the dignity of professional gestures, with relentless, expert hands, into the secret places of Proust or Rimbaud, then, exposing their so-called miracles, their mysteries, to the gaze of his very attentive audience, he would explain their ‘case’.

With his sharp, mischevous little eyes, his ready-tied cravate and his square-trimmed beard, he looked enormously like the gentleman in the advertisements who, with one finger in the air, smiling recommends Saponite, the best of soap-powders, or the model Salamander: economy, security, comfort.

‘There is nothing,’ he said, ‘you see I went to look for myself, because I won’t be bluffed; nothing that I myself have not already studied clinically countless times, that I have not catalogued and explained.

‘They should not upset you. Look, in my hands they are like trembling, nude little children, and I am holding them up to you in the hollow of my hand, as though I were their creator, their father, I have emptied them for you of their power and their mystery. I have tracked down, harried what was miraculous about them.

‘Now they hardly differ from the intelligent, curious and amusing eccentrics who come and tell me their interminable stories, to get me to help them, appreciate them, and reassure them.

‘You can no more be affected than my daughters are when they entertain their girl friends in their mother’s parlour, and chatter and laugh gaily without being concerned with what I am saying to my patients in the next room.’

This was what he taught at the Collège de France. And in the entire neighbourhood, in all the nearby Faculties, in the literature, law, history and philosophy courses, at the Institute and at the Palais de Justice, in the buses, in the métros, in all the government offices, sensible men, normal men, active men, worthy, wholesome, strong men, triumphed.

Avoiding the shops filled with pretty things, the women trotting briskly along, the café waiters, the medical students, the traffic policemen, the clerks from notary offices, Rimbaud or Proust, having been torn from life, cast out from life and deprived of support, were probably wandering aimlessly through the streets, or dozing away, their heads resting on their chests, in some dusty public square.

 

C.PARTNER

Those who have followed him [Gide] and have wanted to try and make these subterranean actions re-live for the reader as they unfold, have met with certain difficulties. Because these inner dramas composed of attacks, triumphs, recoils, defeats, caresses, bites, rapes, murders, generous abandons or humble submissions, all have one thing in common: they cannot do without a partner.

Often it is an imaginary partner who emerges from our past experiences or from our day-dreams, and the scenes of love or combat between us, by virtue of their wealth of adventure, the freedom with which they unfold and what they reveal concerning our least apparent inner structure, can constitute very valuable fictional material.

It remains nonetheless true that the essential feature of these dramas is constituted by an actual partner.

For this fresh and blood partner is constantly nurturing and renewing our stock of experiences. He is pre-emionently the catalyser, the stimulant, thanks to whom these movements are set in motion, the obstacle that gives them cohesion, that keeps them from growing soft from ease and gratuitousness, or from going round and round in circles in the monotonous indigence of ruminating on one thing. He is the threat, the real danger as well as the prey that brings out their alertness and their suppleness; the mysterious element whose unforeseeable reactions, by making them continually start up again and evolve towards an unknown goal, accentuate their dramatic nature.

But at the same time that, in order to attain to this partner, they rise up from our darkest recesses towards the light of day, a certain fear forces them back towards the shadow. They make us think of the little grey roaches that hide in moist holes. They are ashamed and prudent. The slightest look makes them flee. To blossom out they must have anonymity and impunity.

They consequently hardly show themselves in the form of actions. For actions do indeed develop in the open, in the garish light of day, and the tiniest of them, compared with these delicate, minute inner movements, appear to be gross and violent: they immediately attract attention. All their forms have long since been examined and classified; they are subject to strict rules, to very frequent inspection. Finally, very obvious, well-known, frank motives, thick, perfectly visible wires make all this enormous, heavy machinery work.

But lacking actions, we can use words. And words possess the qualities needed to seize upon, protect and bring out into the open these subterranean movements that are at once impatient and afraid.

 

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p.s. Hey.  ** Dóra Grőber, Hi! My pleasure re: the slaves. Did you go to the NYE party? I literally did nothing. I kept thinking I should go out and find something festive, but it was just too cold, and, like I’ve said, I don’t like drinking alcohol very much. I like cold, and deep winter is my favorite season, but the cold is really biting here in Paris this year. Either that or my body heater is broken or something. So I just stayed home and worked and traded some festive well-wishes via the phone. It was perfectly acceptable. How has 2017 started for you? ** MyNeighbourJohnTurturro, Hi, man! Oh, I’m ultra-pleased to have successfully turned you on to Cheap Trick. Yes, they’re a very great band, and one whom a lot of people take for granted without actually exploring and grasping what they do. Strange, that. Anyway, obviously, I’m thrilled that you’re on board. And, yes, as I’ve said, I don’t think there’s a greater singer in all of rock than Robin Zander. On a visceral level, of course, but he can also invest his voice with such complex tones and attitudes, and he can locate this space where even completely contradictory emotions and intentions can share his voice and transmit simultaneously. Amazing. My Xmas and NYE were kind of indistinguishable from the days surrounding them, which was completely okay with me. Oh, yes, you can email me your CCA contact, that would be great! Thank you! My email, if you don’t have it, is denniscooper72@outlook.com. Have an excellent today! ** David Ehrenstein, I’m giving that slave the benefit of the doubt that he was clever enough to know that would be an alluring head scratcher of a statement. I saw that about Kevin Sessums, and that he was allowed back, but I haven’t heard if David Drake got reinstated. David’s a lovely guy. ** James Nulick, Since every day is a Cheap Trick celebration as far as I’m concerned, you are not too late. I certainly agree that you need to start on that novel. When it gnaws, it’s ready. Very nice Cheap Trick story, buddy. I think the puppy’s outfit might have a thing or flap or doohickey on it that can be inserted into the anus and coat it in such a way that his asshole becomes an inlet of the costume? Maybe? ** Tosh Berman, Hi, Tosh. I do think Russell Mael did a vocal with Cheap Trick at some point. The rock lineage that starts with The Move is one of the most interesting and fruitful ones in rock. My personal rock god Robert Pollard (GbV) is in that lineage from The Move and also counts both Cheap Trick and Sparks among his most inspiring forebears. Yeah, I think that’s good way to think about Zander’s approach, inhabiting characters. Also, one of the genius things about him, and the credit goes to Rick Nielsen’s lyrics too, is that Zander can create and channel a character while also using his voice to critique and/or pass judgement the character he’s performing from outside the character. I can’t think of anyone else in rock who can do that other than maybe Ray Davies and, yes, Russell Mael. I hope your NYE did whatever trick you wanted it to do. ** Steevee, Hi. The first Cheap Trick album is hard to beat, although ‘Heaven Tonight’ really is a masterpiece. I started seeing Cheap Trick live from the beginning when they were playing very small clubs, and they often played with punk bands. It wasn’t an odd combination at all. Their initial audience before they blew up with the Budokan album was very much among people whose main interest was in the general punk rock area. Yes, as I’m sure I’ve mentioned, I saw Tom Petty very early as the opening act for some well-ish known punk band at the Whiskey A-Go-Go, and he got violently booed offstage after about three songs. I’m getting the feeling that when ‘Silence’ opens here I’m going to have to push myself a little to go see it. Gisele has made mix-tapes for performers in the theater/dance works to use as reference points sometimes, yes. Zac and I haven’t done that for the film work, yet anyway. It’s an idea. ** Kyler, A late HNY back to you. You mean have I been to see things at the Opera, the original one? Many times, yeah. Weirdly, I live literally a 90 second walk from the new Opera at Bastille, but I’ve never been inside. Ah, a new apprarance of your non-fiction. I’ll go read that, obviously. Everyone, author and d.l. and much more Kyler has a non-fiction piece he wrote invitingly called ‘Actor Turned Psychic; Setting Out on the Path of Magic’ newly up online and readable by one and all. Here. Need I even say that I recommend you hit that link post-haste? Your can be an opera queen if you want. I have many close friend who are ‘opera queens’, and they are perfectly fine and admirable people. ** Sypha, Hi, James. Picky. I think that slave’s outfit isn’t leather but maybe neoprene? I’m not sure. But, if so, maybe it can hosed off or something. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. I hope your 2017 has begun splendidly. My NYE was as lowkey as a NYE could possibly be. And we both survived. ** Bill, HNY to you, Bill! I think my jaw might have literally dropped when I found that Pina Bausch expert/slave and, moreso, found his PB expert/commenter. Once in a lifetime. My NYE was nothing. Kind of literally. I think Zac did it up properly and tied it on with some friends. Which fetish Coil vinyl? Good morning. ** H, Hi. And a very HNY to you and all of yours! ** Misanthrope, Hi. It does seem like some kind of social media-induced form of bipolarity. I don’t think I really understand why people find the outputting of outrage and grief so addictive. Or why they feel the need to prove how outraged or grief-stricken they are by relentlessly linking to news items no matter how spurious the sources. It’s interesting, but it’s equally exhausting to observe. Anyway, you put it very well. I feel like for me personally 2017 is going to be a good one, but for everyone in general, maybe not so much. Who knows, though. ** Montse, Hey, Montse! Awesomeness-incarnate to see you, dear pal! My NYE, as I said up above, was a perfectly quiet and acceptable non-event. I stayed inside and used the fact that it’s freezing cold here as my excuse. Your NYE sounds lovely. Yes, we are beginning the big work on our new film. It’s going to get crazy busy very soon. We’re kind of on the cusp of becoming swamped in a great way with all the things we need to do to get ready. Very exciting! Yes, I, of course, have three other projects I’m busy with, but, luckily, they’re mostly on hold for the moment. Zac is doing really well. I will give him your love today, and I can 100% guarantee that he will send his love back to you. Has your 2017 begun well? I think mine has. Take good care, and please hang out here whenever you have time, and give my love to Xet and Mick too! Mega-love, Dennis. ** Joakim, Yay, an illustrated HNY! Thank you! Ha ha. Yeah, just let me know whenever you guys get your Paris plans sorted, and we’ll nail it. It will be so, so nice to see you whenever it is! I like the sound of your celebration. I … uh … worked, stayed in, turned the heater up as high as it would go, watched a little TV, wished some inebriated friends HNY on the phone, stuff like that. No big. Oh, I’ll check my email. Thank you! Hugs and love to you, my friend! ** Okay. I’m spotlighting the great Nathalie Sarraute today. Strangely, I feel like people aren’t writing and thinking about her that much at the present time, at least relative to some of her fellow Nouveau Roman writers, which is odd since she’s both among the greatest of them and essentially invented the Nouveau Roman when the book I’m spotlighting was first published years before the movement existed. Enjoy, I hope. See you tomorrow.

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Dawn_of_man, 20
Looking for some one that has dildos. I want to get my ass stretched to the max. I would love to take a huge dildo. I’m into dildos. I love getting my ass stretched with large dildos. I love having my hole gaped open and left gurgling. Im looking to get to have deep anal penetration with large dildos. The more dildos the better. Sex is not a must. I will bristle if you say I’m loose.

 

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darthgaydar, 24
Hey I am 6ft 3 inches tall and smooth all over
I possess a micropenis with tiny balls too
I like to go out have fun and go out for dinner
I am straight but if you are gay that is fine

 

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bornsomeones, 18
Merry Christmas Masters!

Im a goody two shoes teen whos fantasy is to roleplay as a juvenile delinquent that receives reformatory whippings on the bare butt with a strap, paddle or cane.

Example scenes:
~ up to 36 strokes of the tawse on the bare breech like was given to delinquent teen boys in Scotland.
~ up to 12 strokes of the reformatory cane like in English schools or the Royal Navy.
~ Canadian prison strap for breaking rules in juvenile detention.
~ Hard wooden paddle for American style school or domestic discipline.

Not looking for any form of sex.
Also warning that my cock might not get hard.. been having problems

Stats:
Age 18
Height 5’4″
Weight 8st 9lbs
Smooth body
Small cut endowment

 

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aphextwink, 19
I am feminine something from the heart of Russia.
I have ever feel deep inside me since I was very young I was a dog.
Time flies and feel now it is time to find my dogtrainer.
I want to eat in dog bowl only dog food once a day.
I want to live in a dog kennel.
I want to go as far as possible and at the end have only a dog mind and delete my human one.
I wanna be dog micro chipped too.

Comments

aphextwink – Dec 11, 2016
@pantsuit, I do not want your mother to die but I am so tired of men like you.

pantsuit – Dec 4, 2016
i will kill my own mother to slide just my tongue in side you mouth you so beautiful!!!!!!

 

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twink4fatdaddy, 20
Restrain me, spank me, fuck me, choke me out in that order.

Now with all that out of the way, I want to say hi.

 

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bedheadboy, 21
I like to get raped and MAKE LOVE ALSO.
I have the biggest cock in Thailand probably because I’m not Thai.
I won’t fuck you and you can’t suck my cock.
But I can talk all night long about the importance of Euripides to contemporary theater or debate to what extent Pina Bausch revolutionized dance.
PLEASE RAPE ME UNCONTROLLABLY, I LOVE YOU SO MUCH.

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Ownershipislife – Nov. 29, 2016
I misread your name as “beheadboy” and was about to write to you but never mind ):

bedheadboy – Nov. 27, 2016
god, I so agree, YES!

MwB – Nov. 27, 2016
Do you agree that perpetuating the Pina Bausch Company after her death has led to insufficiently rigorous performances that are not only a disservice to her work but ultimately harm her legacy?

 

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Readilyavailable1998, 21
bout Me:
My name is Olly I live in Blackpool. My interests are learning anything cool to do with psychology.

My Sex Life:
I need someone who will make sure im the best version of me because that makes me happy.

What am i looking for?
The only thing i need is someone who will reel me in when im getting stupid and who is fine with how gaurded i am. If you can put up with my temper tantrums and bad ideas im all urs.

Want To Message Me?
What you must remember is im a brat and therefore I am going to tell a million jokes twist all ur words and wind you up.

Likes:
I like doms who want to know lots about me.

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Siggi – Dec 17, 2016
The slave boy with golden hair…:-)
He was with me today …
A slave is not a subject – behind the slave stands a human being. And I had the honor to fuck and abuse an extraordinary body but an obnoxious boy.
It is hard for me to let this body go but as a human being the boy is impossible!

Love wishes
Siggi

 

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Repressed, 18
I have been fighting many repressed urges most of my life one of the many repressed urges is to be a bottom skinhead masochist no limits slave with a real sadist insane Nazi who would cause me the most extreme pain possible and any other horrifying things to please him.
Ideally I am looking for someone to maybe help me with many other repressed urges as well.
I would need to talk for at least ten minutes before he starts hurting me as I am very nervous.

 

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PunkypigSpeakingguy, 20
Im genuinely what I do.

 

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MarilynManson1995, 22
Make me your loaned out dope whore.
I’m partying, slammed, looking to be slammed up to the point where I’m so brained I don’t care what is in me as long as it’s gaping my hole.

I’m getting a ton of messages….nice. But do not fucking offer me money! Dumb fags I’m staying at an expensive ass hotel I don’t need your bloody money.
Also what’s with all these so called tops refusing to send me face pics. Ditch the fucking paranoia.
Lastly, I’m pretty much hooking up everyday of the week if your a good top might be with you…if not on to the next.
And yes, my photo is real!

 

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an_eyesore, 19
I can be anywhere around USA

-6.1ft. (wishin for 6)
-120Lbs(wishin for 150)
-smokes(aLot)
-drinks(aLot..shitLoads)
-snores&drooLs
-fake ID
-whisky fLask
-mp3
-good …drinker
-i stare &i point
-10-12 gLasses of H20 per day
-eldest child(I DEMAND ATTENTION!!)grrrrrr
-Doesnt give a shitty rat’s ass aLL the Time
-rather be dead than be n a coma
-rather shoot peopLe n d head than watch them cheat
-brother of three well technically fivr
-enemy of all “anti christ” they all 7(espanyol)!!
-24/7 hard…headed =D
-good at spying
-great at scheming
-master at revenge
-brain activity aLLocation:
-50%pLotting
-30%perversions
-10%reserve power for bLackouts
-5%sociaL improvement
-4.99%physicaL improvement
-.01ademic improvement
-swears&curses Like heLL
-not gettin Laid LateLy

 

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your_legal_dream, 21
Don’t really know what to say other than the fact that I’m not the best looking or have a gym fit body, but what I lack in normal hotness I make up for if you’re a certain kind of master because I’m a freak of nature for my age. I’m 4’8″ and skinny and can pass and have many times passed for a pre-teen boy. This has both advantages if men are pedos and disadvantages if they’re normal gays. Emotionally I go weak at my little knees with the sight of a tall man, 6′ or taller, bear or biker especially when he’s got a nice big cigar or businessman. I’m new to anal but I’ve had enough to know I like it. In essence I want any guys out there who fit my physical criteria and dream of rimming and fucking little boys without going to prison to take me for a ride.

 

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OUTRAGEOUS_, 18
I’m a rubber doggo! O_O
Welcome to the page of a crazy kinky rubber pup!
I love everything and pretty much have no limit although a few nono’s will be scat, gore and needles! This pupper no likey!
Ruff! Ruff!! Ruff!!! >=3

Comments

i-love-dreams – Dec 13, 2016
i wanna play fetch with you in the fast lane of a freeway, hit me up.

123123TESTING – Dec 11, 2016
Dogs shouldn’t try to type.

OKpunchyou – Dec 11, 2016
Ick

 

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alwaysparched, 18
Hmm How to pique the interest of a nasty guy other than just putting up a picture of my ass and saying if you’re my age you can fist that

How about I’m in three bands if that makes me cool I’m the drummer for a Hardcore/Dbeat punk band called Dandruff the drummer for the street punk band Bleach And I play all instruments (Bass, Guitar, Drums, Vocals) for my solo project called Quo Vadis (i know go me right)

I look like I’m 21 but I can ensure you I am 18

 

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WhatareThose,19
I’m good. How are you? Are you in a hurry?
Gay unattached living in the best city in the world London!
I did sport since I was 2 years old so I have strong arms and legs.
Don’t ask me how long my penis is, I dont know that.
New to slavery. Heard good things.

Comments

Anonymous – Dec 10, 2016
Old wine in new tubes

 

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JakeNeel, 18
Hey. Jake Neel here. Can join all of you as I’m 18 years old now. Living in San Francisco last six months. Graduating high school end of May and relocating with dad to Japan. Once in Japan I can ditch dad.

I am a very fun person. Love cock honestly, all kinds from 5″ to BBC 12inches. Don’t have a great body but I’m great and my face is very cute. Ps I swallow and with most men so far because of my cute face that’s usually enough to make up for the body thing.

 

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MeGoinBad, 21
I want someone in P.A.R.I.S who will be interested in me in a sick way even when he’s not erect, who is always horrid and and Rich. I am a slave with luxury tastes, you give me what I want and I would give you what you want.

I am less beautiful in real I warn you. So if you find me very attractive in picture you would probably not like real.

I am all about meaningfull meaningless sex. I am 21 and quite sexperienced with crazy perverts. Want to see lots of precum?

I am looking for a long term enslavery BUT I still require a gift (of my choice) from the first day. I can seem very superficial and materialistic, a little pig who sacrifice anything to be rich but that is not the case, I’m just a little shy.

No joy rides.

B.E.Y.O.N.C.E

 

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boy, 19
looking for a father/son relationship. someone decisive who believes in strict discipline for boys my age. always been straight but after watching some hypnosis videos I have not been able to stop thinking about worshipping a father. my only ask is that you must legally adopt me. parents, sister and brother all dead (in a fire). living with my alzheimers grandfather who wont know i’m gone.

Comments

sc88 – Dec 19, 2016
he do what u like ,/ but will not love u / If he say hes love u than hes lieing.

 

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Cycloneboy, 21
So u should totally hit me up if ur in PARIS 2 december – 7 december and need a good fuck hole.

I’m 175 cm tall, I weigh 55 kg and I got slim legs & an ass like a suspicious unattended bag and my calling card.. a donkey dick thats 19.5 cm (8″) and very wide.

U can fuck me any way u want it and u cum where u want to cum, but warning: I need to talk a little bit before if u shove it in.

Yeah I also kiss. And my donkey dick can entertain you from the sideline as a lollipop or joy stick or…

I’m interesting, I promise! I have many interests.

Comments

sluthater – Dec 11, 2016
boy who cried wolf

Cycloneboy – Dec 7, 2016
Hope my date tonight isn’t reading this. I have pneumonia, temperature 103°. I look bad like complete shit not hot.

Cycloneboy – Dec 6, 2016
Need to see a doctor. Master CClair hooked me up with a gay doc, chill, into the scene. Seeing him at 5.

Cycloneboy – Dec 5, 2016
Running a fever but met with Master CClair. Glad I did. Brutal, wrenched me wide open. Heavy partying. He kissed me so intensely it chipped my front tooth. Felt lost, not sure what I was doing. “Danny (that’s my name) maybe it’s time to stop…”

Cycloneboy – Dec 4, 2016
Same night with my favorite “crapule” so far. Got me bombed, bound me up, very violent, kicked me around. Bruised up now, guys, it’s part of the package now. Fisted me deeper than thought possible almost not stopping for 3 hours. Feel a little sick after, cancelled my 3am date.

Cycloneboy – Dec 4, 2016
Afternoon almost too much with bbc-guy and two his friends with body blows with fists, face slaps, fisted and double sodomized. They came to the end of my gluttony. “You can go there close your eyes …”

Cycloneboy – Dec 3, 2016
Very good night with hooded Master virile-in-hood. Very insane fucker, giant stiff dick, hot boiling cum, punctual. I highly recommend him. Hungry bottoms will not be disappointed.

Cycloneboy – Dec 2, 2016
I’m going to use this as a diary.. FUN?

 

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CompleteDeadbeat, 18
Total complete scum deadbeat teenager looking for a total ruthless amoral master to disappear me with psychotic sex. Shove so much viagra down my throat and meth up my nose I don’t know horny from horrendous. Beat me, whip me, cage me, give me brain damage, stab me, cut my arms and legs off, ect.. I need this! Never let me jack some shitty little puddle on my tummy again. Make me drip profusely!

 

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JUSTBEYOU, 18
Good evening,

I’m looking for a Master.

I’m only eighteen. I do not particularly care to speak of superfluous personal details which do not interest many people.

As a small animal without a leash, I wish to belong to someone, so that little by little, I am totally acquired by him for a totally unequal relationship where I am submissive but not vulgarly in the SM fantasy sense.

I accept to totally abandon myself to a man with only the condition that it is done well.

Comments

ceasar48 – Dec 4, 2016
EAT MY COCK EAT MY ASS EAT NOW

Underfoot92 – Dec 1, 2016
Love thinking wearing my boots all day then taking the time to crush you with them.

 

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4FairyGodmother, 18
take me that who i am

im 18 turning 19 on dec 11th

ill happily sign away all my rights to you but only for 12 years until 2028 bcuz theres somethin important i need to do in 2028

my limit are children girls pets
do not try to negotiate, its dead

 

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Pig, 20
Not able to live as pig just now. Soon. Born a pig. Took wrong path, married. Not for much longer.

 

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UnbalancedCouple, 21
Hi! 🙂

I’m Carl (middle photo, 22) and I’m seeking a sadistic torturer for my pretty, slow upstairs boy Jack (top and middle photos, 21).

He’s a total pain pig and enjoys to suffer for me, but I’m looking for someone who doesn’t care about him like I do and will trash and torture the living fuck out of him while I watch!

We are looking for:

– A severe sadist.. You must have no empathy and enjoy inflicting a lot of pain.
– An alpha.. I’m in charge! If I say my boy needs to suffer even more than what you’re doing then that’s what you make happen!
– An ultra-discreet.. You must keep your mouth shut about what happened afterwards even if we go too far and there’s a accident or tragedy.

I am super flexible on details and Jack lives in a haze so we’re ready when you are.

Carl <3

 

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trashme?, 21
I need to be humiliated & degraded and for me there is nothing worse than having my nice designer trackies and jackets trashed with all sorts of shit; gunge, mud, oil, paint…anything really, as long as it fucks my clothes up good and proper and leaves me asking myself why I would do such a thing…

I love my clothes, I’m the sort of person that can’t stand to leave a bit of dirt on my trainers so to see nice designer clothes messed up for me is completely wrong and quite traumatic, but at the same time completely right and insanely horny.

 

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AutisticBoy4Mature, 19
BIG GOVERNMENT NOT NEEDED as much when INTELLIGENCE passed along (The HELP U NEED) in a LOYALTY Chemistry manner for sure. DECEPTIVE Unacceptable ONLINE Banking, Shopping and Social Network Spy Tools Business has to use VAGUE Trigger Words in order 2 justify corruption drugs and PORNO void of Loyalties Trust and Love on more Local Economic basis. This is why leaked documents show that such folks are NEVER what they seem on a witness stand or public podium.

Dont feed into INVISIBLE Social Network Spy tools. Make yourself “FREE AT LAST” by shopping and socializing LOCALLY instead of a minority ZION attempting to do to the world what it failed at in SOVIET Version of a Corrupt Banking Kingdom.

Lady acquaintance got more DEAD IN THE EYES over time (she was unofficial MOM after Original MOM passed away). LODGE DUDE Acquaintance told her NAZI DOCTOR MENGELE 2 reduce SUICIDAL side effects or would report his ASS 2 MEDICAL BOARD that many don’t know exists.

HAD THIS BEEN an ACTUAL EMERGENCY yer Naughty Bum would be led 2 FEMA CONCENTRATION CAMPS near railroad Tracks as the HELP U NEED 4 Easy LOADING and UNLOADING of the ISSUES. Death Camps will be in 3 Groups: A Place 4 MOMMY, A Place 4 DADDY and a Place to lose track of yer kids to NATO Arrangements VOID of Loyalties.

 

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4cops, 20
Arrest me.

 

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CALLmy, 20
Hi, I’m a young boy in paint and leather.
What I offer here?
1. Private photos of myself in various paint and leather outfits. They are partial solo recordings or together with my Master. Quality of the photos is good and there are 150 pieces partly in the hotel room and partially in the SM studio. Price for 150 photos = 30 euros.
2. Short film (13 minutes) of me in the tight leather panties. I present myself in the hot panties of black leather. My Master uses the opportunity to fiddle me in the leather everywhere and plays around the hole.
3. Have mixed with different Masters 2 different private pornos with proper action and in feature film length. All the trimmings including fucked, blow, rimming, scat, toyplay, bondage, whipping, blood, fist and much more. These 2 movies are available on DVDs or for direct download very easy. The quality is equivalent to HD quality.
5. Of course, I make myself available Live for no cost, however, only with my Master there. But he does not have to take part in session and sex Himself. Gladly the meeting can be filmed at cost by him for you as a reminder. Of course with your mobile phone or Camera and only for you personally.
At live meetings I can either wear normal clothes or a short leather pants.
I do almost everything except kissing and blood. Kissing even lightly on the lips makes me wretch and vomit if I’ve eaten. Was cut in one of the movies for blood draining but was not my thing. Never again!

 

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Skorpian, 20
Hey Men please my mouth and ass to you too pale one.
Im unque cant without ANYBODY ANALLY WITH WITH ME.

Comments

RileyJackson – Dec 21, 2016
cuter even than his photo but has a neurological condition that makes his speech slurred and hands shake like leaves. the fuck was strange and afterwards he got very tense.

 

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Useless_lowlife, 19
Just your average 19y/o medical student who sometimes pretends to be a spider.

 

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4White, 20
Asians are born inferior. I believe white men are superior and has the right to use and abuse any Asians as an object.

It is my greatest honor to be used, beaten and harshly fucked by any white and receive your precious cum that’s filled with superior white DNA in me.

I will never be white but by receiving as much cum from white men I hope I have right to exist.

I am willing to bleed and suffer any pain just to help you to shoot one good load.

 

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iowapagan, 18
Throughout grade school this slave was a chronic masterbater. The slave could not control it’s urges or thoughts. To clear it’s mind the slave would jerk off, dump it’s thoughts into a rag or toilet. The slave was aroused at the most deviant and obscene images and videos, and soon found its own imagination more despicable than what it could find on the internet.

These perversions prevented the slave from forming any real relationships with anyone. Something lead the slave to craigslist were it found a Man willing to mentor a 15 year old slave in a law abiding way.

It was this Man that placed the slave in chastity. It was this Man who loaned the slave to Masters of all walks of life. It discovered that it has a high pain threshold and realized that it’s purpose was to submit itself entirely.

Now the slave is legal as of a week ago and knows it can do better than the Man that trained it for three and a half years. The slave is still a virgin, but that is meant to change now. To any sadist, pervert, deviant, twisted individual.. take this slave’s virginity in the most devastating and brutal way You can possibly imagine. Do not hesitate, the wait has been long enough.

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Anonymous – Dec 3, 2016
Jake, I really like you!

 

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pony247, 21
I’m the best pony from this site.
I´m looking for permanent master. I can relocate
* You can have dinner sitting in my face
* I will dress you all the days and put your pijama
* I can be without food 3 days
* You never will be happy with me

 

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transformboy, 18
I’m into transformation, so that means into something I’m not at the moment.
Looking for real encounters.

For example:
– from slim shy boy to a scary muscle jock (roids…)
– transformation into a animal (remove feet and hands, ears stretched, hairs implant…)
– transformation into a princess (genital surgery, add breasts, botox, skeleton reconstruct…)
– …
– interested in becoming bird (feathers implant, cage, throat operation…)

Transformation stories turn me on. Someone want to try that in real? Hit me up!

Also open for sex encounters but not main focus.

Comments

PINK_Prick – Dec 20, 2016
Awe that’s sad

transformboy – Dec 20, 2016
Just a tube running on one side of my face. I have some organ problems.

PINK_Prick – Dec 20, 2016
What’s that?

transformboy – Dec 20, 2016
Yeah well it’s hiding something that’d be questioned.

PINK_Prick – Dec 20, 2016
Would be hot if you didn’t have the dog face

 

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p.s. Hey. ** Michael karo, Well, hi there, Michael! What a rare pleasure. HNY! Yeah, I would definitely be interested to find out what killed that golden-seeming idea. ** _Black_Acrylic, Hi, Ben. Well, the sound in the ‘SCUM’ film is just a reading of the manifesto, I believe, so maybe you could have an English hardcopy handy and use it as lap-based subtitles? Nice Welsh in Chicago story. He still lives there? Wow, he really stuck it out. Lovely guy. ** David Ehrenstein, Yes they are. So happy you’re also on board. ** Sypha, Hi, James. Lists are made for shuffling. I guess they wouldn’t be so addictive to make if they got stuck. Yes, Skullflower, they’re great. And still at it and going strong, I believe. Well, yes, I hope you will get Cheap Trick within your grasp. ** Tosh Berman, Hi, Tosh. Yes, there are strong parallels between Cheap Trick and Sparks for sure, and Rick Nielsen, CT’s mastermind, has often mentioned Sparks as a kindred spirit. Both are highly intelligent subversives working in the popular music language. CT is much darker, and there’s always a core playful nihilism modulating in their work, sometimes thoroughly and sometimes tenably behind the scenes. One difference is that Cheap Trick is a rock band. That’s their field of interest, and their persona and stage act are a kind of mocking yet celebratory presentation of ‘the rock band’. Cheap Trick’s heroes and biggest role models are The Move, and that’s a good light to see what they’re doing in. I think Robin Zander is the greatest rock singer of all time. One problem that has beset both Sparks and CT is that, at the times they started, it was in an atmosphere where rock/pop were considered art and taken more seriously, so the brilliance and nuances and very sophisticted comedy of both bands’ early works was grasped and characterized and celebrated by critics and brainer rock fans, but that period is long gone, and both are now doing very artful work in a context where such work has been forced into the margins. Cheap Trick did consistently great work up until around 1983. The album just after ‘The Dream Police’, a rather experimental album they recorded with Beatles producer George Martin called ‘All Shook Up’, is very, very interesting. Then the subsequent two albums ‘One on One’ and ‘Next Position Please’ are very strong. Then they entered a ten year period where things got messy. They made a lot of compromises in order to stay on a major label. They made a couple of albums with mostly excellent songs but trendy, now-dated production that was imposed on them by the labels. Then they made two albums that are largely just them recording material written by outsider songwriters with a Cheap Trick veneer. That lead to them having a massive hit in the form of the rudimentary non-band written power ballad ‘The Flame’, but those two albums are pretty weak. They started returning to form in the mid-90s, and their two most recent albums ‘The Latest’ and this year’s ‘Bang, Zoom, Crazy… Hello’ are very, very good. Anyway, if you want to expand your Cheap Trick collection, and I hope you will, I would say get ‘All Shook Up’ and ‘One on One’, for sure, and then ‘Next Position Please’ if you’re still interested at that point. Thanks, Tosh. I love talking about Cheap Trick — and Sparks too, naturally – and I rarely get the chance. ** Steevee, Hi. Oh, no, criticism is fine, obviously. As I said to Tosh, the way to proceed with Cheap Trick after the first four albums is ‘All Shook Up’, ‘One on One’, and ‘Next Position Please’. If you end up falling in love, their two most recent albums are very good. My guess is that the 80s comp. you bought concentrates on their later decade compromised work, which, yes, is only of interest really to diehards like me who like looking for them even in weak places. There is a very, very good 2-disc compilation which I highly recommend called ‘Sex, America, Cheap Trick’. It’s a career overview up to 1996 and includes the best stuff from their lesser period, mostly restored to what the band had wanted, i.e. without the imposed trendy gloss and so on. Of course that insurance company crap you’re going through is insane and I suppose one of the many things that makes American heathcare seem like a form of punishment from over here. I hope everything works out okay. ** Dóra Grőber, Hi! I’m glad you enjoyed the Cheap Trick gig. Yes, it’s tricky with our film’s main character. We still want to try to audition handicapped guys — luckily, we prefer people who aren’t actors, so that opens it up — and we’ve left the main character’s disablement flexible. But, emotionally, it’s a complicated part to perform, so … we’ll see. No news yet about Milo. I think we’ll re-approach his dad and him next week and see if the former has calmed down and will let us meet with the boy (and with his dad, I imagine). That hanging out you did sounds really nice. I just worked. I had thoughts to go out and see/do some random stuff, but it’s very cold here right now, and I chickened out, ha ha. Are you celebrating the big year change-over tonight? I don’t think I will. It’s too cold, or that’s my excuse, at least. HYN!!!! ** Misanthrope, Yay. I totally cop to swiping that book’s title very reverently from the Trick. Yeah, I don’t know. I get that celebrity deaths give social media people a reason to cyber-hug and schmooze and all of that, and why not, it’s harmless. But there’s something about how it plays out that makes me feel like grief is the new opiate of the online social set. I makes me suspicious. Could just be my problem. Why did you read that 75-page thing aloud? Or were you being metaphoric? You dream in self-pity? That’s interesting. When I do rarely remember smidgens of my dreams, I seem to be always in a state of complete terror in my dreams. Yeah, better there than here, for sure. Have a great New Year’s dawning. ** Jonathan Bryant, Hi, Jonathan! How really nice to see you, man! Yes! Me too! I.e., Cheap Trick and Sparks are in my Top Five favorite bands as well. We’re like long lost fellow members of the excellent taste brigade. And you have everything from their peak, impeccable period up through ‘Next Position Please’! If you were in Paris, I would insist on a champagne and macaron celebration. Well, there’s another opportunity for you feel complicated right up above. Me too, just to continue the theme of continuity. What is a turducken? I feel like I should know that. I’ll do a google thing when I finish this. You finished a co-written novel with your guy? Very nice. Co-written novels are a rare phenomenon. The few I can think of off the top of my head are all wonderful. That’s very exciting! Of course I’m very happy that your relationship goes so well. They call them exes for a reason. I wish you an absolutely fantastic 2017 too! Let’s make it happen, deal? Again, lovely to see you, pal! ** Right. Please say goodbye to 2016 in the company of slaves. See you in 2017 and, more particularly, on Monday.