NOW They Tell Us

From some doctor bloke:

The term of DGS seems to have been around since at least the early Noughties, referring to men holding their penises too hard while they have a wank.

The rule of thumb — don’t ask me how I know this — is that if your grip is strong enough to strangle your partner to death, you need to back off a little.

No need to thank me, it’s all part of the service etc. etc.  Anyway:

I’m not helping, am I?

Southern Women

I have mentioned before (here and here, for example) of my fondness for flirting with women, so Longtime Readers will be familiar with my attitude thereto.

Most younger women — younger than, say, fifty — are a total dead loss because they’ve been brainwashed by Teh Feministicals into believing that flirting = rape, that all men are sex maniacs/deviants, that there’s no such thing as “innocent flirting”, that a compliment about a woman’s clothing is the same thing as grabbing her boobs, and so on ad nauseam.

I have to say that in my experience, the same is not always true when it comes to Southern women, i.e. those raised in the conservative South, who seem not only to appreciate the subtle art of flirting, but who are themselves skilled practitioners of the art, bless them.

Two anecdotes should suffice.

As y’all may remember, I did the Uber-driver thing for about a year or so some time back, and because I worked the 3am-9am shift, so to speak, a large proportion of my business involved ferrying people to the Dallas-area airports.

On one such occasion, I was called to a hotel situated near Southern Methodist University (SMU), and when I got there my customer proved to be a very attractive Southern lady of about 50 with a velvety-soft Alabama accent.

“Ah need to get to th’ ayr-pawt,” she breathed softly, the sentence taking no longer than ten seconds to complete.

Because Dallas has two airports — Love Field and DFW — but SMU is just down the road from the former, I asked:  “Love?”

Without a second’s hesitation came the drawled response, “Why shuah… are yew offerin’?”

I blushed like a schoolboy, and said, “Oh man… Southern women.  Nobody can flirt like you,” and the response was a soft, delighted chuckle.

The second story happened a long time ago.

When I first arrived here, I’d got my work permit, but it turned out that the job with The Great Big Research Company could only begin about six months or so later, because Budget.  Well, one can easily starve to death in that time period, and so I took a part-time job with another research company in Las Colinas (in the Dallas area).

Among my workmates were two young women of about my age.  One was named Susan, who came from Ohio, and the other was Sherri, from East Texas.  I got on famously with both of them, but let me hasten to add that my intercourse with them was strictly social.  Then I lost touch with both when I moved up to Chicago for the GBRC job.

Several years later, I was at a conference in, I think Houston, when I bumped into both women again.  (The research world is a fairly small one.)  Unfortunately, I was preoccupied with something when I heard “Kim?” from behind me, and when I turned around I saw them standing there.

Because of the passage of the years, I couldn’t remember either of them at all, so I must have had a quizzical look on my face.  “Susan and Sherri? From Las Colinas?” one prompted.

“Oh of course, I stuttered.  Then Evil Kim came out to play.  “Forgive me, but I didn’t recognize you ladies with your clothes on.”  (When I’m embarrassed, I often do that kind of thing.)

Susan From Ohio looked shocked, even angry.  Sherri From East Texas just looked amused.

“Has it been that long?”

Southern women.  How I love them.

The Market

Here’s an interesting development in the OnlyFans business:

From Deansgate Square in the south to Collier’s Yard in the north, this is the extraordinary story of how Manchester’s new breed of ultra-luxury apartment blocks became playgrounds for a new generation of social media star.
‘This is where the magic is made,’ Jordan Smith, the 30-year-old founder of Rebel – a content creator agency – told the Mail. ‘Manchester has become a hub for creators. It’s well connected, there are investors and opportunities here. But it’s also great for creators as they can collaborate and make content with one another.’
One of Jordan’s most in-demand clients* is Harry Bourne, who strips off online under the stage name ‘Haxzy’.
‘London is more for the older generation,’ Harry tells the Mail, reclining on an armchair in his 35th-floor luxury apartment in the north west of the city. ‘Manchester is the home of the future.’
At the age of just 19, Harry has been ‘modelling’ on OnlyFans for the best part of a year. His success has been remarkable: 800 people pay £9.99 a month for his basic content. But, he assures me, ‘you won’t even get to see my “bulge” for that. Everything is extra.’  Indeed, more graphic content can cost an awful lot more. ‘I’m not one of these influencers** who will sell their whole kebab for five quid,’ Harry admits. ‘I’ll go fully naked, but only for the right money.’
It all means that Harry, who describes himself as an ‘actor***’, makes a staggering £30,000 a month – of which Rebel takes 30 per cent. ‘Other agencies**** take up to 70 per cent,’ he says, with a knowing look.  Harry is a straight man, claiming that he sleeps with up to ten different women a month. However, apart from ‘the odd female subscriber’, the majority of his audience are gay men. ‘I work about an hour a day,’ he boasts. ‘But I do stay productive. I like going out in my car, picking up birds… in my heart, I’m a good lad and I look after myself.’

Seems like it.  Here’s a quick glossary of the terms used:

*clients:  hookers
**influencers:  whores
***in the old days, “actor” (or “actress”) and “whore” meant the same thing.  Looks like we’ve regressed.
****agencies:  pimps

I am so glad I’m not part of this world.

Medical Advice

Via Insty:

The article talks about “90 seconds” in terms of its duration, but who the hell can keep going for that long?  We’re not animals, you know.

So ladies:  the next time the old man asks for a little quickie, he’s really doing it for your own good.  Even better if it’s cowgirl.

Flawed Premise

Most of this article is behind a paywall, but it doesn’t matter as its theme is apparent:

Liberal Women Vow Four-Year Sex Strike To Protest Trump’s Victory And Punish Trump’s Male Supporters

As always with these deluded idiots, they begin on a faulty premise:  in this case, that men will fuck anything, even liberal women.  The first part is generally speaking true, but the second part?

Nazzo fast, Karen.

In fact, I would imagine most men, let alone conservative men, will be relieved that they don’t have to interact with these foul harridans, with their solipsistic self-absorption, near-insanity and exaggerated perception of their own worth in the sexual marketplace.

So go ahead and delete your dating apps, womyns;  conservative men are more interested in getting married and having children anyway, so your withdrawal will simply make their job easier.  And non-feminazi women — yeah, “traditional” women — will appreciate the lack of competition even more.

Quote Of The Day

From SOTI:

“You know, once you’ve got past the thrill of conquest, as a rule, most women are pretty boring.  In and out of bed.”

Could even be something I would say, but I’m just an old cynic.