Hmmm, it’s been a while since I actually posted anything other than comments on sets, so I’m not sure if anyone will bother reading this, but it’s 02:14 in the morning on a Thursday here in the UK and I’m wide awake again. Insomnia haunts me like the malevolent ghost of a medieval torturer.
Just lately I’ve been questioning why I stay a member here. I’ve had a number of accounts over the years and have occasionally let my membership lapse, but over the past few months I’ve been asking myself if it’s time to quit the site. I’m getting more and more disillusioned by the way that more and more sets are becoming really overly edited. Back in time there was a bit of editing that went on, but at least the women looked like they had skin, and not a layer of plastic covering their entire bodies. I’m not expecting sets to be the quality of a 1990’s adult magazine, but it seems to be getting worse, to the point where some sets look like they feature a mannequin moved about and slowly undressed in various poses. I’m not bothered by makeup or anything along those lines, but please, can we have some sort of a connection to reality? I’ve said it now and I’ll probably get some backlash, so I might as well crack on with another gripe……
Once upon a time, this place really felt like a genuine community. We could hang out and talk with one another, meet new people and become friends in the SG chat room. It feels today like the whole thing is just a place to advertise OnlyFans content. I’m not trying to deny anyone the opportunity to earn a living doing whatever they want to do, but when I get a week’s worth of messages from a model in another country who’s set I’ve liked and commented on, only to be told that if I want to continue chatting, then I will have to sign up to their OF, I tend to feel a little misled. (Oh, and please don’t get me started on OF where I’m convinced that most accounts are run by a cyber-pimp)
Anyway, I’m still here despite all of this, because I really do appreciate the incredible beauty of the women here. For me, this isn’t somewhere to visit when I’m feeling horny, it’s a place I come to acknowledge and marvel at the grace, refinement and elegance of the female form when adorned with piercings, tattoos or any other kind of alternative expression. So, along those lines, let me see the stretch marks, the cellulite and the scars! I don’t want something that doesn’t exist, I want something that is perfectly imperfect.
On that note, I’ll try and link a song I adore
https://youtu.be/ZaSMiuvs6uw?si=3xVy-r6tgZT0X3y5
If that didn’t work, then please listen to the song “5 bottles of shampoo” by The King Blues.
Thank you, bless you and goodnight from me. Fuck I type slowly… it’s now 02:50 😍😘😍
