Hopeless Romantic Seeks Filthy Star Trek Playmate

I'm not Borg, but I want to add your biological distinctiveness to my own.


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Wordsagne

tarseirdinuddlis

[tahr-seer-din-youd-lihs]

noun

1. the familiar, comfortable, distinctly erotic, vaguely filthy feeling-cum-sensation of a person's warm underwear sliding down their naked legs and coming to rest upon and around the exposed heels and dorsa (topsides) of their feet.
   
   

Origin of tarseirdinuddlis

2018; early Middle Jamesage < English: a loose portmanteau of the words 'weird,' 'nude,' 'pubic,' 'libidinous,' 'tarsus' and 'cuddle.'
 

Related forms

• tar·seir·din·udd·lic,  adjective
• tar·seir·din·udd·li·ty,  noun
• tar·seir·din·udd·lic·al·ly,  adverb

  

The Meaning of My Beard

I often wonder.

At times, my wonder wanders toward the undeniable peculiarity that is my beard. Why do I care about it? I might as easily just cut it off, and for all the social lubrication that doing so would afford me, a clean shave would undoubtedly find me on the "net gain" side of the energy ledger. It's not procrastination, laziness, apathy, or fetish that keeps it firmly attached to my chin and jowl, either; I am possessed of some sort of intuitive understanding that my beard is more than simply a vestigial biological element of my face, and I can't shake it - but I also don't yet understand it. Most paragraphs abutting any arbitrary anecdote of mine are destined to arrive at similar ends on the way to their beginning, I suppose. Why should the truth about my beard be any different?

Perhaps hair is a sentient organism with its own life goals, and I am tenuously attuned to the tune of its gentle Zen.

Romance

Thanks to the delicious lingering aromas of fast food, I was fortunate enough to accidentally stumble across the correct ways to use my mouth on the female body when I was only a teenager. Many men never learn this skill set, apparently. Clearly, all one must do is date a fast-food worker or ten.

I'm lovin' me them DQ girls.

Brain Dump (Thanks T)

I have a weird theory

– that extroversion and introversion are opposite troughs of perceptive oscillation driven by the human condition—extroversion representing id: the fundamental drive to connect, love, contribute, be acknowledged/affirmed, exhibit tribal survival instincts—and moderated by the ultrarational components of individual consciousness—introversion representing supergo: will to be rational, to be organized and stable and balanced, to evolve beyond the limitations of the present state and to cultivate the skills and knowledge necessary to achieve as much—and that it is both normal and healthy to vary somewhere between the two extremes depending on the stage of growth - with a tendency toward extroversion when comfort is possible and comfort level is generally high, and toward introversion when impossible or less accessible.

... and here's where it gets crazy: that the whole mechanism is just another subroutine of our instinct to survive - one that effectively controls our basic drive to evolve beyond—or else relegate ourselves to—herd behavior based on a balance of rational comprehension + instinctual reaction to the present state of said herd.

(OK - it's actually not weird. I'm a huge psych nerd, and I'm pretty sure I'm right, but I try to explain it to people and their compulsion to defend their own behavior on one spectrum or the other takes over any rational process that might otherwise exist).

The ramifications get pretty intense when you extrapolate the idea to account for the way modern human society treats (pun intended) antisocial "disorders," too. This could bite our species in the ass someday.

I can only hope.

Fruta

The sexiest fruit is the Western Cuban papaya, for sure - but, damn, I just love the way apples sweat.

Sometimes Synaesthesia Sings Simple Songs

Spent most of the day just writing, writing, writing, vomiting my mind out – and just now I realized it was all merely thought-sounds I could not quite put to form. 

Still can't, either, but this is close-ish.

I See Eggs

– Girls? Psh! I FIX.

 
 Studio B'me - "I See Eggs"

I see eggs....

I see eggs / Here there and everywhere / Hard shells soft gels / Love the way they smell yeah

I'm on cloud nine / They look so fine / Can't wait for scramble time

I kinda like the way that thing glints / Gotta take a glimpse / Body shaped like an ellipse / Pulling up to my stovetop so hot / You cook so hard like the way you boil off

I tap first, your shell cracks / Attracted to the way that you break that / Yo, I know you can't fake that / So bring it over here, so near I can touch that

One bite just isn't enough / I wanna have you fryin' it up / So drop ya protein down the side of my pan / You came from land, but my stomach has plans / So tasty yolk, c'mon out oh...

Teach Yourself to Have Killer Nerdgasms

Trying to spice up your nerd-life? Get experimental with some ionic bondage, and it could kick your chemistry into a higher atomic orbit!

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Pianos and screams sound like themselves in every language.