JazzFLASH @Jazzy_Butts@gameliberty.club

https://youtu.be/X53ZSxkQ3Ho

When I was a kid I found japanese porn of japanese guys like, hunting women outdoors, chasing them down, and group fucking them, I haven't been able to find anything like it and don't know what it was called.

https://youtu.be/Iy4x6sorD0U
lmao

I love "sensitive men", you know, men on the queeny side, grown, even grey haired men, who are more than happy to act as a milf in the bedroom

https://youtube.com/shorts/vRu1ichtnrA?feature=share

I'm disgusted with the part of myself that fantasizes about paying a whore (where legal) to let me inflict emotional and physical pain on her. Safe and sane limits obviously. I just want to smack her in the face and tell her how worthless she is and make her cry. All consensually. Reason? I've been disrespected by multiple girls via them going out whoring to make a buck. I'd like to pay a whore back for that, whoop that ass, make her "learn", all legally agreed to beforehand in a place that's all legal. I'd like to fuck with her head and shake her perception of self. I'd like to leave her doubting her self and her profession. I don't always feel like this, it's just right now I feel this king of strongly. I've never had the heart for bdsm, but I've been involved in "the scene", I feel like if I was how I am now back then, I would have caned some bitches purple without a second thought, if that's what they say they want, whether I think they're just playing tough or not I would have whooped that ass and choked a bitch until the safe word. I give very little of a fuck for whores who disrespect themselves anymore. I pretend to, I honor the social agreement and treat others with respect no matter their profession, but I don't honestly think whoring is respectable, it's about as respectable as being an actor, or a politician, which is to say, not respectable at all, some actors, some politicians, some whores, raise above their profession and become respectable as individuals but it is not because of their job, but in spite of it. And so no, I do not respect whores, I respect people and so I respect them as people, but I do not respect their profession, if they are remarkable and honorable people DESPITE their profession, I will respect them, but still, I do not respect their profession. I would rather they spent their time more wisely. But if this is how they really want it, I would try my best to crack them, mentally, consensually, it would be very rewarding for me emotionally, it would give me a great sense of peace and control.

Antis when kids disagree with them
https://youtu.be/52_-iRXfcS8

I would have no more angy if society was different. If society said "victims should of course get to punch, kick, or strick with sticks or clubs, their victimizer", and if society also said "just because you're king doesn't mean you're safe from the beatings, now take your beating eagerly, beg for it, or your teeth will be snapped out on top of the beating, which will be focused on your legs and back, but hey, if you're tired of having teeth please, by all means tell us how you don't really deserve this and you've already learned your lesson while trying to squirm away from the blows.

Awake but angy

Peter Parker should have a sexual and emotional relationship with Aunt May, and Mary Jane should be his side piece. Like at the end of a stressful arc you see him get in bed and cuddle up to...NOT MJ!, he'll cuddle up with Aunt May, and he'll feel her round ass press against his crotch, and he'll smell her beautiful silver hair, and she'll whisper "Oh Peter", before falling back asleep.

I've started playing the harmonica. While playing I couldn't help but remember the plight of the african people and a video of old blues harmonica played by a very old black man, and it made me think how whites would probably force blacks to play the harmonica for entertainment. You know, music while you eat. Anyway, I started pretending I was a black slave, and I was getting tired of playing, my tongue was hurting, and my throat was dry, and then I imagined my white owner saying something like "BOY, lively, lively now! Hop to it!" and then I said out loud in my kitchen, while tired, "yes massa, imma hop to it massa!" and I played harder and livelier, and my tongue hurt and my throat was dry and sore...but I played for massa, because I knew if I didn't play, massa would whoop me. I'm totally understanding black suffering more and more all the time.

Ay
Ayo
Gimme a beat

My pecker erecter
she the pecker erector
my pecker respect her
she the pecker respecter
not the pecker deflector
she the pecker inspector
devour the pecker like hannibal lector

When the robots attack remember:
Blind with liquids (paint for example)
Tangle wtih rope, cable, or chain

https://youtu.be/g3BQ41KGB5U