Have to strike while the iron is hot.
Last time I was on the TMF so much, it was a new thing, and I was in a breakup. Probably saved my life and sanity!
Years ago, a girl from the TMF showed up at a couple of my gigs, acting like she was my girlfriend...perplexing my friends......that freaked me out, I stopped posting. Then I just stopped coming on altogether, just nipping in and out once in a while.
I think it's because my ex moved to back to California last year....in January, just got the urge to start posting again, out of the blue....life is in a bit of a rut, family and friends dying around me......my once-a-week tickletoy is gone!.....and I have so much accumulated over the years, I just can't wait to get it out and off my computer, once and for all. Pass it on to the new crop! In whom I see myself!
So I made a new profile and I'm striking while the iron hot. Everything I do, I do 100%, I'm an Aries, so just jump in....and then jump out. One day I'll wake up, and it'll be a new project. But for now, I'm loving revisiting the TMF, maybe one last time.
I'm not here to meet people, make friends, set up sessions, I'm not auditioning for anybody here....not trying to be somebody's boyfriend...this isn't social media to me (I'm not even on Facebook) I'm just interested in exploring my memories and the psychology of this thing with others. I'm certainly not interested in judgment from the internet, or from a fetish forum!
Anyways, I didn't even know there WERE blogs on here. And people's galleries and stuff, look at this, it's a little My Space. So....maybe I'll just post on this!
I remember I lobbied for the "True Stories" section. Back then, it was all just one "Stories" section. The moderators said, nah, people just make up stuff and post it as true. I said, no! Please! Eventually they gave it to us! 🙂
But....maybe they were right. I hate when people embellish their stories, you can always tell. Then it makes you doubt the whole thing.
Maybe I'll make this blog every single tickling I can remember....ome memories have slipped away, so maybe I'll just do that here. Before they all slip away!
Who knows. Who cares.
Just thinking allowed. No need to comment. In fact, let me disable comments.
Last time I was on the TMF so much, it was a new thing, and I was in a breakup. Probably saved my life and sanity!
Years ago, a girl from the TMF showed up at a couple of my gigs, acting like she was my girlfriend...perplexing my friends......that freaked me out, I stopped posting. Then I just stopped coming on altogether, just nipping in and out once in a while.
I think it's because my ex moved to back to California last year....in January, just got the urge to start posting again, out of the blue....life is in a bit of a rut, family and friends dying around me......my once-a-week tickletoy is gone!.....and I have so much accumulated over the years, I just can't wait to get it out and off my computer, once and for all. Pass it on to the new crop! In whom I see myself!
So I made a new profile and I'm striking while the iron hot. Everything I do, I do 100%, I'm an Aries, so just jump in....and then jump out. One day I'll wake up, and it'll be a new project. But for now, I'm loving revisiting the TMF, maybe one last time.
I'm not here to meet people, make friends, set up sessions, I'm not auditioning for anybody here....not trying to be somebody's boyfriend...this isn't social media to me (I'm not even on Facebook) I'm just interested in exploring my memories and the psychology of this thing with others. I'm certainly not interested in judgment from the internet, or from a fetish forum!
Anyways, I didn't even know there WERE blogs on here. And people's galleries and stuff, look at this, it's a little My Space. So....maybe I'll just post on this!
I remember I lobbied for the "True Stories" section. Back then, it was all just one "Stories" section. The moderators said, nah, people just make up stuff and post it as true. I said, no! Please! Eventually they gave it to us! 🙂
But....maybe they were right. I hate when people embellish their stories, you can always tell. Then it makes you doubt the whole thing.
Maybe I'll make this blog every single tickling I can remember....ome memories have slipped away, so maybe I'll just do that here. Before they all slip away!
Who knows. Who cares.
Just thinking allowed. No need to comment. In fact, let me disable comments.
