Et Tu Brute?
Which of us has not held down a big titted crank whore of a girl when we were young and crushed her nipples with our fingers and slapped her jugs around while she thrashed? who indeed? Perhaps we strapped her round ass with a belt, who wouldn’t?
But these are the wild abandons of youth and the foolish acts of teen-ages that we were.
When we learn control of ourselves and join the community, we join a clan that has it’s yes wide open. We are brothers and sisters who enter the funhouse of terror where we choose to enter those mirrored hallways and face the monsters inside ourselves and the prey that we may be.
We choose to enter the madness and together spiral to that jerking leg humping spasm of orgasm and agony.
But there are predators in our pond, those who do not respect the sacred pact of the church, our first command from your smurfy leader. We enable and support the darkness in each other, holding it up and stroking the flames.
The command is to never limit the core, in ourselves and in our kin.
When there are abusers in the scene, they feed only themselves, not allowing the circuit to complete, the flow to come in and then out again, the pathways must stay clear. I feed my fantasy by feeding yours, I build on it and hold it up, we enter it together, as friends, we love, we hate, we rage, we shatter and come together, we destroy and build and all together we emerge friends closer still.
Never violate the friendship
Never forget. Ever
There are predators out there that don;t play by the rules, if I had my way, I would watch them die very slowly, just for fun. There are monsters in here too, best not to forget it.
They say that you can not love another unless you love yourself, yet I have seen those filled with self loathing shine with the brightest love to others. They say you can not control another unless you control yourself, yet this too I have seen put to lie, though I admit less often.
Your broken soul is no excuse to be an asshole, an abusive prick, your mommies harsh words no pass to try and make her pay through proxies of large titted subs and pouty lipped hookers in spotty hotels.
We are kin, we fight, we bicker, we have drama and feud, but we are kin, those who understand this need, this core, we are family, we are the Church
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