attraction is a strange concept. sometimes i look at other people and think to myself how strange it is that one person can think that someone else is so damn attractive, while another person wouldnt even notice their object of focus. it trips me out. ill look at people on the street and wonder who they find attractive... and why is that? why do i find certain people attractive? what is it that draws me to certain people? is it their energy? is it the similarity and sense of thinking they would understand where im coming from and who i am because of those external similarities between us?
i was talking to someone about this last night and they told me how, similarly, they wonder about this. but more specifically about other people... and the concept of fuckability. like the random people that you would see on the bus or at the bank. people that are in plain sweats and teeshirts. or the lady with the spandex pants walking down the street past you. and if that were me, who would fuck me? who would wanna fuck me? who would i wanna fuck?
so it turned into this weird game of thinking of ourselves in random states of different ness, almost like if we were the same exact person, but there was something slightly different.... and putting ourselves into that person... such as.... so, if i were the same person, but i had a mullet and wore ankle booties all the time.... would you fuck me? or so if we were dating and had fooled around a little bit, and we had only gone over to your house and then i brought you over to mine, and then we got into the room and all my walls were covered with britney spears posters and i had this fetish for making barnyard animal noises... and....... would you fuck me? what kind of barnyard animals? ...lambs.... or if i were exactly the same person, but i always wore flip-flops and socks and spandex pants, and basically always had a double camel toe... would you fuck me? or...what if.... ?.... yeah. it continued into a state of delirium basically.... the possibilities of fuckability are endless....
i was talking to someone about this last night and they told me how, similarly, they wonder about this. but more specifically about other people... and the concept of fuckability. like the random people that you would see on the bus or at the bank. people that are in plain sweats and teeshirts. or the lady with the spandex pants walking down the street past you. and if that were me, who would fuck me? who would wanna fuck me? who would i wanna fuck?
so it turned into this weird game of thinking of ourselves in random states of different ness, almost like if we were the same exact person, but there was something slightly different.... and putting ourselves into that person... such as.... so, if i were the same person, but i had a mullet and wore ankle booties all the time.... would you fuck me? or so if we were dating and had fooled around a little bit, and we had only gone over to your house and then i brought you over to mine, and then we got into the room and all my walls were covered with britney spears posters and i had this fetish for making barnyard animal noises... and....... would you fuck me? what kind of barnyard animals? ...lambs.... or if i were exactly the same person, but i always wore flip-flops and socks and spandex pants, and basically always had a double camel toe... would you fuck me? or...what if.... ?.... yeah. it continued into a state of delirium basically.... the possibilities of fuckability are endless....
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dick_army:
The only women who I really find to be uber-fuckable are Divine look-alikes in paisley mumus and curlers. Oh god, those limp cigarettes and parachute panties just do something to me.
sissyfag:
Ya know, you could be wearing one of those pink sweatshirst with the those cute and fuzzy grey kittens with blue rhinestones eyes and jelly shoes and you'd still have massive fuckability. Now whether or not that works for other girls and boys and things out there is a whole nother question.