I just want to be famous/rich/in HEAT Magazine

8th
June
2010

Well I don’t, but it seems everyone else does these days. I don’t get it, I really don’t get (I try to walk away but my feet won’t let me, sorry, short Boyzone moment then).

I find that I become more and more adamant in my refusal to be around people, because to be perfectly honest, people annoy the hell out of me. I used to think when I was a teenager that the way people around me desperately sought attention, wanting to grow up to marry a footballer, or Noah Wyle  (google him, do it.) was something they’d grow out of. They wanted to be looked after, they wanted to have loads of money and they wanted to be on the front of all the glossy magazines. Sadly it turns out it’s not something you grow out of. When they go out now, they still dress up like wannabe WAGs. Still put the fake tan on and put up with those hair extensions that look like a horses ass (or should that be tail?). However, what annoys me the most is how stupid they act.

I realise that Katie Price and Jodie Marsh and the likes of those horrible wastes of human life appear to be famous for no other reason but having big tits and no brains. Well, I hate to disappoint you girls, but being stupid won’t get you anywhere. Whilst I imagine neither of them two girls are anywhere as intelligent as they think they are, you do need half a brain to know what to sell, be it a picture of your tits or a bottle of perfume, not to mention know when to spread your legs wider than the Rio de la Plata. Women like Katie Price and those who have since tried to be like her are not famous because they are independent, strong, modern women. They’re famous because they fucked someone with a big wallet, and I hate to tell you this, but just being an airhead with no self-respect will not ensure that the same happens for you.

Being rich, famous, fucking Frank Lampard, none of this will make you happy. Sadly it’s what young girls think will make them happy. Don’t eat, don’t talk, don’t say no. Be a stupid little bimbo, with fake tits and no mind of your own along with no confidence, self respect or anything else remotely attractive to anyone who’s after more than a shit shag at three in the morning. You’ll get your fifteen minutes of fame, when you sell your story to one of the rag papers, but once it calms down again, you’ll be back to living in that council flat with your kids, on your own, and soon enough you’ll be too old to pull anyone remotely famous.

There are smart women, there are women who know how to get what they want out of life, there are women who have more brains than most of the male population put together. Just wish there would be more of them, that way perhaps I could spend time around women without wishing I’d been born with a cock and so could justify my inclination to only spend time with men. Make up, clothes and famous men we’d like to shag but never will, maybe a bit about other halves or children (eek)… It never will be an interesting night out, and I’ve gotten to the point where I’m thinking I’ve finally given up on it ever being interesting. Sorry girls, you really are only good for one thing.

Sil, x

P.S. Not all girls are like this, some women are incredibly interesting, strong, intelligent and everything that could be good about a woman. Sadly they just seem to be forgotten amongst the sea of Barbie doll airheads that seem to infest the offices, high streets and pubs of England.

Almost Half of the Male Species Are Unhappy…

4th
April
2010

obsession for men

With the size of their cock. Yes, you heard me. It appears that about 45 percent of men aren’t happy with the size of their little, or not so little, shaft of love. Or so I just read. I’m actually kind of surprised that it’s only 45 percent, as come to think of it I’ve never met a man who hasn’t wished “it” was bigger. Some of whom if their cocks were bigger, would never find another woman who’d want to go near it ever again.

So what is it with men and the size of their penis? I CAN use the adult word for it, although I won’t be again as I really don’t like it, makes it sound a bit clinical don’t you think? Well I think a lot of men, and I’m not saying all men here, thankfully there are some confident ones out there, seem to judge how great they are by the size of their cocks. The less confident you are about the size of your cock, the more you act like a prick you may say. Of course just because you’re confident in the size of your cock, doesn’t mean you can’t still be a bit of a dull tool, but it certainly does seem to decrease the possibilities.

So for the men reading this, if you are in any way worried about the size of your cock, maybe you think it’s not long enough, or it doesn’t have enough girth, hell maybe you just think it’s a bit of a funny shape… honestly, it means fuck all. I’m going to be honest here, and I will admit that if it’s the size of my thumb, chances are it won’t do much for me, but if it’s anything bigger than that, it’s fine. It really is what you do with it that matters. You could have the biggest cock known to man (which really will work against you rather than for you) and you still may not get that woman screaming from pleasure. Although if you don’t know how to work it, you probably will have her screaming all the same. It really is all about how you use it and how you use your lips, tongue and hands. Remember that the next time you’re giving yourself some loving and it just doesn’t seem that big in your giant man hands.

Sil, x