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If you don’t love me for my sexuality, you don’t love me.

You don’t have to prove to me that you are willing to try real hard to love me. I only care about your feelings if you love me effortlessly, without trying… Better yet, even though you try not to. You can rest at ease knowing that you are not my last chance of being loved. Go in peace.

Now. This is a little long for an intro. This turned out to be a fucking manifesto, but whatever. Bear with me; I get wordy. I wish you could love me for that, too, but I am an impatient Aries, and I hate my own wordiness as I would never fucking read all of this, so I will forgive you if you don’t, but please, at least read what comes after the On with the party -heading.

This blog is not a coaching blog; it’s not a recruitment blog, not an invitation to join “a movement,” it’s not a public service blog… You don’t get to judge what’s on it; it’s a PERSONAL BLOG discussing MY personal matters as I personally see fit. The public service, coaching, and movement stuff is on the other blog at Sebastyne.com. This is where I practice what I preach, but it’s not here as “an example” or something you get to come and judge to see if I’m doing it right by your value system.

Fun sex-loving people are welcome to read.

FUN SEXY, as in SEX-LOVING PEOPLE OF ALL WALKS OF LIFE ARE WELCOME, but don’t come in thinking your best bet to make a friend out of me is to spoil my fucking buzz or start banging on about your RIGHTs, and my “should nots.” Your “should not” is probably my “oh, but I must.” I’ll soon be 50. I’ve heard your objections (and their earlier versions) already, so spare me.

I love men fucking me, and men love fucking me. Women’s role in my life is to be fun around it.

I want men to fuck me stupid, and men love fucking me; I love men who love to fuck me, and I love men for wanting to fuck me. I love men fucking me, and men love fucking me, and we’re kinda tied together in that way.

Man or a woman, you have to figure out how to love that about me, or you can fuck right off my personal space. Women I’m friends with must be comfortable with the fact they’re outsiders in this love to fuck each other -bond I have with men. Women also need to be cool with the fact they are not vital to my happiness like men are.

I will never give a woman a second chance to try driving a wedge between myself and a man I love. Un-fucking-forgivable to me. Also, when I’m with a guy, I’m unlikely to have time for your problems.

For women, loving me is a bit tricky.

Women in my life MUST aid and bet my sex life. My best female friends must be BENEFICIAL to my love of sex, not a hindrance to it. I cannot stand “girls’ nights out” because of two things: a) I’ll be alone with women *yawn* and b) Some women think it’s cool and fun to cheat on their boyfriends and attempt to make me an accomplish to that. Not gonna. I’ll dob you in in a fucking second. I’m more loyal to your boyfriend/husband than you will be if you plan on cheating on him on my watch.

I’ve already wasted too much time arguing with bitches about this; I’m not spending another moment of my short life arguing with my “friends” about who and how I should and shouldn’t fuck. If you don’t understand why I love sex so much, please don’t waste my time even offering me friendship. Women are not that important to me that I’d take the time to explain what I want and need from another non-vital person. If you don’t GET IT, I can’t teach you to be my friend. However, I will tell you all in this post what I require.

For me to consider you a real friend, I have to consider you my sexual equal, even a threat, or someone who makes my superior sex drive well catered to. YOU MUST enhance my sex life or I don’t have time for you as anything but a life coaching client – and you better be prepared to pay for any personal time I spend on your issues. That time is away from my men, and that time doesn’t come cheap.

Also, if I do talk about my sexuality to a woman, she CANNOT TAKE IT as a preparation for US to have sex. That thought, to a friend of mine, cannot really occur. She can, however start thinking how she could get me laid with a guy – and how I can aid her sexual pursuits; being friends and all. If you’re not beneficial to my sexual and romantic exploits, we are not BEST friends, and if you don’t take JOY of my sexual and romantic pursuits with men, we’re not friends at all. You also can’t do that as if you were a fucking hired hand. You have to find your own real pleasure in it.

Ladies can judge a garden over the fence as you walk by, but ladies don’t stand outside ogling and judging. I expect my blog to be treated the same way.

My blog is open for sex-loving fun individuals to come and have a look. It’s not there to pick a fight. I’m not trying to irSméagolettete you for attention, even if what I say is controversial at times. I’m blunt the way I am, because a lot of women are very blunt the opposite way and have created a certain expectation on what women want from men – and expectation I don’t share. I want something entirely different, and I need to talk about it TO MEN, and you need to butt the fuck out of that conversation.

I cannot password-protect anything I’ve written FOR people I’ve never heard of, which is why it’s public. It is not shared with the public the same motivation or reason that, let’s say, CNN is public. This is not for everyone, even though it’s not password protected. Kind of like even though you could open an unlocked gate to a yard, you don’t go in uninvited out of respect. This website is closed the same way; sure you could open it and read any time, but unless you know you’re invited, you don’t, out of respect. It is open for public the same way as a nude beach is open to public: “Be respectful of the fact people here are nude. You’re on their turf.”

I say, “The Internet is full of friends you haven’t made yet,” that’s why this is public, not so you can come in and scrutinize, judge, hate, and fuck things up for me. This is MY PERSONAL SPACE, and you enter it with respect. You can judge me from the view over the fence, but you don’t walk into my garden to fucking judge what I am growing in it, OK?

Also, you cannot use equality and inclusion principles to bitch your way into someone’s bed. My blog is about whether I will I let you in my bed or invite you to a sex party or not.

This is not a coaching blog, either. No bitch is that good of a friend to me I’d teach her to become my rival! My secrets are mine. (And a lot of it can’t be taught, anyway, to be fair.)

Now. On with the party.

Invitations to this private party are handed out as follows:

Women

I don’t want to sleep with you, and you think that’s either exactly as you like it, fun, and/or amusing.

I want to be a source of liberation for heterosexual polyandrous women: “If she can do it, so can I.” (And men: “if she likes it that way, maybe there’s a god after all….”)

I want you to read this with a “I can/could/do that with someone else… and it’s so fun!”

I also need you to understand that I don’t fuck FOR you. I am not obligated to fuck the same men you would fuck, either. I may open my legs to men you wouldn’t sleep with to save your fucking life, and my choice of men and HOW I want to be fucked is not for you to judge, at least not on this blog. You can YouTube your misgivings if you like, but that won’t stop me from enjoying my men.

Men

You’re invited, if you find my sexuality a liberation and fun to observe whether you are with me or with another person.

All men with a hard cock are welcome to join in on the fun, as long as you’re of legal age, that is.

Trans/non-binary

Please read this page, as it’s such a turn off to talk about these issues… I’d rather allow others to skip it before their boner dies. ;p (Hahah. Take that.)

Lesbian/gay

Fun-loving sexy people are always welcome, just if you want to convert someone, myself or someone else, make it fun and let them reject you without pulling out some gay-rights/homophobe card, or go somewhere else to figure out how it’s done.

You’re all invited to the party, but don’t spoil my funk.

You’re all invited to the party, you know you didn’t have to come – but if you don’t like what you see here, nobody’s holding your gun to your head to stay: so get the funk out, and let us have our party.

You’re welcome to join as long as you don’t judge us, and you add to the fun, not take away from it.

NOTHING is as much of a buzz kill/boner killer than a fucking angry woke feminist, so check your attitude before you get in. All boner killers will be ejected and banned FROM MY FUCKING LIFE, not only this website, but also my other websites, profiles, life, and future plans.

<!— This just in: If you're here to gasp at the horror that a blog like mine is open registration, if you're here gasping at the horror of it all, the scandal of it, you're doing it wrong. It's here for MY sexual pleasure and the sexual pleasure of heterosexual and bisexual men, and if you're not here for that reason, you're using it against my wishes. Kind of a rape, that is. Partake and wank off, or fuck off. However, before you go:

Gentlemen, if you've been reading my blog pretending to be shocked to appease your prudish goody-two-shoe woke feminist mom.. no, wife, I mean, you owe me a load of cum… You know, to appease me. Now, you go into the bathroom, or, even better, your bedroom and maSméagolettel bed, be a good boy and pull out your dick, and visualize, in very vivid visions, how wonderful it would be to stick that under-used wang into my, deep, wet, still oh so very tight pussy, give me a good thought and a massive jizz. If you REALLY want to make me grin, after you're done, tell your wife you did it… For me. Thinking of me.

You ladies can forgo cumming for me, but please fuck off my website, you peeping toms. You have no legit business here that I can think of. Your feminist objections do not apply to any form of liberated female sexuality. Your potential short-sighted objection to my sexual behavior in the light of my life coaching would be an absolute misunderstanding of what I do there. Therefore, you have to be here just to snoop and nosy around like the small-town gossipers that you are, lacking all understanding of what I'm trying to teach you. Your husband still owes me one.

And, if you happen to know my mom, rather than tell her the shocking news that I write about my sex life online as if she didn't know, just think about what potential good that conversation would do to an old hag of her description. Just contemplate on your true motivations, you misandrist gossipy bitch.

My coaching stuff is at the .com. You’re free to read whatever is there.

Men who like cumming to women and thoughts of women, please enter. (It’s going to be hot, tight, and properly slippery wet. ;p) (I’m over-selling it a bit, I’m afraid.)—>