the snatch game

there are many many many methods of madness...

thee elusively exclusive single non heterosexual...myself included... must endure to find that perfect void filler fer the nite...only cuz their too lazy to commit suicide...or at the very least...fer the next 5 minutes until yer ACTUAL friends decide to trot their A double snakes over and pick yer perky A double snakes up fer a nite of regret by morn'n!

though it may seem demean'n...it's the world we live in...

us single gentle"laydee's" and not so gentle"laydee's"...have been reduced to sell'n ourselves like a well worn out used car to the highest low life you can find on line...under subtle hastags that suit you best like... #polesmoker...#buttpirate...#salamismacker...#onemansodomandgomorrah #ignorantincubus...#acheapwhore or #THROATPLUNGER...
just to get noticed these days

their is no more inter"action" anymore for the most part...it's just cheap...

enter"pain"ment to pass the time on line...it's like a Baskin Robbins of sexual frustration...many savory flavors to pick from...that YOU or THEY will just...most likely...take a taste test from with colorful verbiage and pictures...but eventually end up pass'n them up just cuz ya don't feel like waste'n yer gas fer some supposed hot ass...plus...there's a better flavor within walk'n distance that'll never show up anyways

in prehistoric times...caveman would dress up in their sunday best on a friday nite and head out to the local diner to share a brontosaurus burger and head home and pound it out til the stegosaurus's came home

 by the 1800's...it was all about the size of yer hat that really impressed yer slutty suitor

in the 1900's...it was best to wear match'n outfits in case you were caught chipp'n yer date's teeth by some treacherous non homosexual...you could get away with say'n that you were just play'n doctor with yer twin brother...
(oh those tricky lil knob jockeys) 

once the 70's rolled around...the sun would set as you roller skated to the closet Donna Summer discotheque...while display'n the correct color coded hanky in yer back pocket in order to find that perfect fancy fruitcaker taker that you were in the mood for that even'n...or just fer a simply quick afternoon delight

in the decadent 80's...it was all about tight shorts and pricey escorts...

and though it was the rise of QUEEN M...

it was also unfortunately the rise of AIDS...which meant you had to rethink yer animalistic instincts and wrap yer willy in rubber...porn was yer safest go to...to go to...to bust yer nut...so you would be invited over to yer friends and have an old fashioned ball buster party in the storage space above their parents garage...spank'n it while flipp'n thru their dad's back issues of Beaver Hut magazine
 (but secretly...you were just there fer the salami sword fights)

though the 90's were dominated by ritual bathers grunge...

playtime consisted of  phone line fantasies...sidewalk sales and park'n lot predators...though i would turn down 99% of the participants (the margin of error of course is plus or minus 2-20)...only cuz i didn't need another reason to have the doctor prescribe me a cure that would take 3 to 4 weeks to cure...so instead...i opted fer someone close enough to the top of the food chain...by stroll'n fer a troll in the wee hours of the nite in the park...fer a ride home...cuz i was too tired to walk

and don't you whores start point'n fingers...i wasn't there alone

once the millennium came out...everyone was come'n out...

i fer one...was satisfied eat'n fer one on one fer a change...fer some change...not once...not twice...and by the third time...i knew i no longer wanted to be a laydee of the nite...cuz i figered i needed to evolve beyond the bar stools and the bad morn'n after breath mints i picked up from the nite before

now with everything bein' built on mistrust or absolute disgust...

from blurred and/or photochopped pix...most are just absolute on-line dicks with no pricks (hey everyone has their weakness) and it's become harder and harder...(and still without the use of a lil blue pill i might add)...to be bothered waste'n yer time or space to get yer "skyrocket in flight"

listen...i have no problems with relationships...i've had my share...BUT...

(and trust me...there always is one) 

even though i'm still "living for love"...i've done my charity work fer the time bein' with the last socially retarded...chemically dependent...emotionally unavailable but incredibly attractive and very loveable mo' i was with...and regardless of all the hoops and fruit loops i'll have to encounter along the way to find "the one" in the distant future...which in all seriousness...

is about as real as the unicorn...i'll do it all over again...someday!

but let's be real kittens...no self respect'n...self indulgent hussy...from twink to twi-lite years...wants to should have to be bobb'n fer blue balls in the steam room on a friday nite...while yer still hope'n to find that perfect #1...that isn't completely full of #2

who knows how the future of fantastic fornications will play out...

but i fer one...plan on participate'n!

now get off my dress!