Modise (The fallen woman)

Modise (The Fallen Woman)

10 January 2009
My first day of school was good. High school is not so bad. There’s no initiation at our school so that’s good. You hear horrific stories about initiation in other schools; people are humiliated. It’s a fate I’d rather avoid. Instead of initiation the school, particularly the student’s representative council came up with this diabolical, genius alternative. They gave us Yellow A4 Papers and written on them with ink were: “Chipmunks 2009” and there was space to fill in your name and class. We were requested to get cardboard and stick that A4 paper on the cardboard and then with string hang that to our necks. At all times, we have to wear that board. To further humiliate us, every grade 8 student had to get a signature from a member of the student’s representative council. There are 40 prefects – that’s 40 signature. They taunt us, embarrass us and humiliate us first before they sign. I wonder what would happen if I “forgot” my board at home tomorrow. I am glad I am not the only fellow who came from my primary. I saw and engaged in a conversation with like 50 of them. Oscar, Christopher, Lesego and Shaun are also here. I even saw Katlego; in 2006 I relocated and as a consequence I changed schools, in the same school I enrolled with she was new to and she was in the same level. In fact, they put us in the same class. And we become buddies for a while. I changed schools again at the end of the academic year so we not so close but I am confident she remembers me. We could start something, she is hot. I just can’t wait to get to school tomorrow. There’s a big chance that I might be class captain – but we will see tomorrow.

27 March 2009
I was too slow. I saw her walking with somebody – a guy. A Grade 11 student. Did I even have a chance? Damn!

14 April 2010
I didn’t see Katlego and Sihle today. Maybe they have broken up. I mean he is in Grade 12. He probably doesn’t have time to entertain girls. Maybe I should enquire. She walks to the bus station every day sharply at 16:00 pm. I could engineer a moment. What’s the worst that could happen? Try is the best. If I don’t talk to her tomorrow then I have to get naked in the street and just run around – like a madman! Deal?

12 January 2011
I think this year will be a good year. Katlego is in my class. I really feel I have a chance at a perfect year. I have facetime with Katlego – anything can happen. My goals for this year are doing well in the field of academics and have Katlego as my girlfriend.

24 August 2011
I don’t know what is hard about telling her I love her. That I want to be with her. It’s simple enough. She haunts me. I am a disgrace to my ancestors and all my uncles.

4 September 2011
I think I am building something. We sometimes talk for hours on Facebook. Her responses are rapid and she enjoys engaging with me. She tells me a lot. She told me her dream of being a model and I agreed. Smitten yes, but she could be a great model. She told me about her passion for food and I got caught up and mesmerized by her vision. She consumed me. She also shed a light on the dark corners of her life for me. She has deep daddy issues and I think she needs to confront that – not that I told her. How can I exploit that? She excites me. I like her.

21 February 2012
She told me about her substance abuse dilemma. She said she has been clean for some time though. I don’t know what to make of it. I can’t judge because life is tough and I know that. I am not sure, maybe she’s not the girl I thought she was. She’s been through a lot. Do I really need all that drama? That’s why I prefer older, mature women. It’s easier with them. I can’t be the one to save Katlego.

8 March 2012
Another guy? When will she retire from dating in school? However, this changes nothing. I still have the edge. This new guy doesn’t know the things I know about his girlfriend. I could still push the button.

17 November 2012
It was merit evening today. She was announced as the new head girl. I am so proud of her. She’s
great that’s what I always tell her. For her speech she used the speech that I wrote her. That makes me a part of her moment for life. What a special day!

28 January 2013
Funny how I always think about her. The fact that I have a girlfriend has no weight in this situation. She’s hot, she’s sexy.

1 October 2013
She recommended a notorious club located in the area of Randburg that is known for outrageous prices on alcohol for our Matric Farewell Party. Entrance is R500 and a 6 pack is R250. Yea, right like that is going to happen. Not everybody is living on the dark side – not everybody has a sugar-daddy. I wish I had money. Everything is easier with money.

3 September 2018

I started talking to her again. She hit me up on Facebook and asked for my number to communicate on Whatsapp.

7 September 2018
She still excites me. She gives my mind a rush. I asked her to send me her nudes and she did. She has the best tits in the world. It was routine. I sent her a picture. Normally, they send me explicit pictures and today was no different. You see with the nudes in my possession, I have the psychological edge – the power; I can make them do anything. They are trapped and in danger of being a slave to fabricated intense desire. The subconscious can be evil sometimes, I think I
exploited her “daddy issues” problem. Or maybe I was just that horny. No, it’s deep rooted: I like her. She sent me videos that were out of this world. She’s a freak, she’s dangerous, she has scars, she’s an exception, different and I love that about her. I would do anything to fuck this girl.

19 November 2018
I think I hold rights to her mind. We had an explicit conversation on Whatsapp today and she said she wanted to ride me good. In her own words, she said “I am going to blow your mind away.” She objectified me – it was the coolest thing EVER! She wants to own and dominate me! Before I replied to her messages I closed my eyes and acknowledged the internet. I thanked Nikola Tesla, without him none of this would have been possible. He propelled humanity forward. He died a virgin so no man could die a virgin ever again! After about 5 minutes, I opened my eyes and replied to her kind proposition. I am so going to fuck this girl!

WORSHIPPING WOMAN

WORSHIPPING WOMAN

I love him. He makes me feel like I can fly. I believe in all of his dreams – I think he can change the world. The thing with sexuality is that it objectifies and I don’t to constrain him to that label because he is also intelligent and brilliant. He does have impressive attributes. He works out and has muscles in all the right areas. He has beautiful athletic and manly legs – well defined and toned. He has an ass made in heaven. He drives me crazy. What I would do to be his. I wish he would just wrap me around in those firm, strong and defined arms. I wish he would come in to me. I wish I were the object of his desire; I don’t care about forever – just give me now, today honey! He makes me excited. I feel my blood-level rise up in his presence but it’s ice cold when I talk to him – I can never bring myself to tell him how I feel about him because it’s difficult to phrase in a sentence or explain in a paragraph. What I feel for him is metaphysical; the notion that I’d find him in any realm.

It is not a sex thing; maybe it is written on the fine print but it’s not the product. His the product –Everything about him. It is love. I love him with all his imperfections if you can find them. Just maybe love is being excited. That’s what I do when I think of him and our future – I get excited and it’s almost uncontainable like beer in a glass. He makes me weak to my knees; I think love is the submitting voice within. I often experience high temperatures of fiery fires between my legs and I often wish that he would turn it out – his equipped, he can deal with it and I grant him the power to use force; I am his to do whatever he likes. The disappointment of having to do it myself weakens the self-perception of myself like cancer cells to the immune system. Why doesn’t he see me?

What’s wrong with me? I could make all his dreams come true if he gave me a chance. If he gave me a second glance. If he actually stopped and started gathering data instead of being passive in his activities and actions. I am different from any other girl in the world. I am a keeper. I will make you happy. I just wish he would look for options on the sidelines.
I have a chance if I lure him with sex. Sex is manipulative. Sex is to give and take – it involves mutual undertakings. Sex is sly. Sex unlocks. Sex is about power. Sex is dangerous. The unconscious and conscious are actively engaged in the process for both individuals – you are prone to any influence or external factor. You are vulnerable and naked also in literal terms. Repressed thoughts and memories might sneak out in the form of a shadow to haunt you. Sex is to get dirty.

Alternatively, I could mirror him. Find out what he likes. What makes him tick, that will get him to love me. To embrace me. I could get close to his best-friend and maybe plot a plan to cook for him. I could show a bit of effort when it comes to my profile pictures on my Socials. I could write him a letter or a poem. I could tell him I love him – no bad idea, I can’t be direct. It will scare him off. I need to be stealth like a thief in the night. I need to be indirect and attack on the flanks – that’s how I will win his heart.

SILVER TONGUE DEVIL

SILVER TONGUE DEVIL

He told me that I am the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. That I have everything, the smile, the body and the personality. I think he is a professor on hyperbole, a professor in the sense that he can hold a seminar with a room full of profiled, esteemed and affirmed men and make them all feel special – subjectively. The way he paints pictures with his mouth sometimes – it’s incredible, work only rivalled by the Mona Lisa by Leonardo Da Vinci. You know that his comments are exaggerated, falsified, fabricated and unverified but you still get lost in them. It’s like they bypass your conscious mind. He is so smooth. He is sweet. I am in love with him. He makes me feel like I can fly. When he touches me, I get hypersensitive and my nerves are all over like the scattered stars in the night sky. I love being seen with him, he drives up my worth and makes people talk. They are all envious, they want to be me. I am known like I matter when I am with him, when I get seen with him. I feel safe when I am with him. I feel secure. Like I can invest my time with him like a stock portfolio. I have a feeling it will yield positive dividends.

My first time was amazing. Sex is the most beautiful thing in the world. It has warmth. It is caring. It is sensitive. It is courteous. It is expressive. It is freedom. We got lost in each other’s arms and it felt like I was dreaming. I was liberated. I blinked three times, finally I am at the pinnacle of life; what the human experience is about, sex – love. He is the most important thing in my life. I don’t want to lose him. When he was in me, the world stopped and it was just me and him. Nothing else mattered. I felt his soul, his heartbeat. It’s just a process I fail to encapsulate with words you had to be there it was just passionate, heated and concentrated. It was like an explosion. Our souls reacted a force superior to nuclear. We were the bomb that exploded and left everything in ruins.

He is sometimes distant in a way I don’t understand. I am here for you. Please talk to me. I don’t know what to make of it. He confuses me. I think he is lying to me, maybe he is using me. Maybe I am a secret and there are thousands of me. Maybe I am making this up and he really is busy as he proclaims. I always see him after some time and when I do, it’s great! He takes me to 5-Star Hotels and game reserves and it’s so romantic. We usually travel long distances. We explore the country. We have the best sex in the world. With his tongue he takes me through the solar system, through the milky lane, straight to the many galaxies and back to earth. He gives me showers of orgasms. He satisfies me. He takes care of me. He is the best lover I have ever had!

He promised to marry me one day, I can’t wait! He makes my dreams come true. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I can’t believe he loves me. I love him.

Senzo (The Devilish Romantic)

Senzo (The Devilish Romantic)

2 March 2015
I had such an incredible day at the market today. My best day as a trader. I made $2400 on 6 trades in just 7 hours. Oh it was thrilling too because my stop-loses were almost triggered. I don’t know what I would have done. It was do or die. I had to recuperate loses I incurred on the last two trading days and I went above and beyond. I always advice traders to look at “Major Reversal Patterns” you know; check double tops and bottoms, check triple tops and bottoms, check for a trend with a “V- Reversal”, check for a head and shoulder trend and look at other time frames! So when my advice works for me, I don’t know I get a big head. Maybe I am the best trader in the world – my account certainly agrees. Okay maybe not the best in the world but good.
Thanks to today’s exploits I have an excess of $6000 on my account that I can use for entertainment. That’s R98000 – I am feeling festive.

8 March 2015
Today was an interesting day. A normal man would have died. In the morning at round about 5:30 am Bontle comes at the crib. I wasn’t expecting her. She didn’t call. She didn’t text. She woke up one day and decided to be “spontaneous”. She woke up and decided to be a better person all of a sudden. Nobody knew about this, she was the only person that had this information. How is this my fault? She deserved today’s interaction. I am not wrong. I didn’t know. Of course, she found me with another woman. I didn’t panic. Even when she made a scene and ripped off my new sheets – sheets she purchased to be fair. I was ice cold. It was already a bad situation. She tried to corner me and asked me to choose between her and the “new girl”. I am not dumb, I am not going to commit to such a thing. Besides, I love them both. They are useful in various areas in my life. I just walked out. It was the best thing to do. This is not beyond my control. This has happened before with different girls. This is not a problem.

9 March 2015
If Bontle respected me as a man, I wouldn’t do such things. It’s her fault. She’s rude and vile sometimes. She has control issues. She’s crazy. But I love her.

15 May 2015
I was with Lerato today. She was in ripe condition. She was ready for me. She was all over me like a body rush. She enveloped me. She embraced me totally. To be honest, I wasn’t on my game. I was sloppy, slow and dry – however I did the job. Her sounds were overly over the top for the performance I put in. The whole sexual act was a folly for me. It makes me think. What else is she lying to me about?

12 November 2015
I was with Bontle today. I had a plan. It was not a good one but nonetheless a plan. I heard through the grapevine that she was organizing a baby shower for her sister. I planned to be there.
Communication between me and her was non-existent since she found me in bed Faith. Secretly I was conversing with her sister – I apologized and requested her assistance and she obliged. My plan was to see her in the morning before she began with preparations for the shower and I needed her sister to grant me access in the house. She helped. At 6:00 am I was in and the house was empty; just me and her (she was still in bed sleeping).

The highlights of the heated and emotional conversation we had was; I am sorry and I was not able to control myself. She seduced me and it was just sex – not like what we have. That I love you and I choose you. That I need you in my life and that you make everything worthwhile. It was routine. It helps that she is younger. Now I just have to take her to a game reserve or somewhere exciting to complete the process. I have learned that if you can validate three things namely; self-perception, intelligence and that they are “good people” – you can do anything you want. After all, self-interest rules. It is the same tact that worked on her sister. Also go low when she goes high it has some sort of psychological effect that helps the process.

16 December 2016
BEST HEAD THIS YEAR! The women in Pretoria are incredible! I will be CUMMING soon. What a 6- pack of alcoholic brewages will do for you – it will give you a head start.

Female Nature

Female nature

I know female nature, I put it all under microscopic view. I refrained from judgment, I just observed. I studied all the women in my life, from the root canal to the most distance branch in the family tree. I studied Jane Austin, I thoroughly watched the Romance genre. I watched Cinderella she’s a unicorn; she’s wonderful, kind, caring, loving and compassionate – the dream of femininity. True female nature is exampified by her sinister step-mother Madame Tremaine and her two daughters, Drizella and Anastasia. I consumed the works of Adele, Beyonce, Alicia Keys, Sade and plenty of other love songs. I know female nature, I know how they think and go about things. I know what’s hidden in the deep recesses of their subconscious. I know all their techniques and how they make you yield. I know indirection is the gameplan. The ability to stay aloof but insight suggestions and paint pictures with fabricated personas that mean absolutely nothing. I know you just a tease like a bitch that’s all bark and no bite. I know female nature, I know the game is subtle dominance, to pull the strings like Geppetto but make Pinocchio feel like his a real boy. I know the game is possession, to cause trauma and split the core leaving the body in camotose. I know female nature, it wants your weakness so it can use it against you. The master of passive aggressive behavior, the founder of the silent treatment. Oh yes, I know female nature, I know you operate on the dark side of the spectrum, I know you’re evil, I know chaos is an alliance and you love destruction like entropy. I know, I know self-preservation is all that matters. I know female nature, it’s emotional, manipulative, deceitful, unstable and unreasonable. I know, I know often times the spark plugs don’t work and you go crazy. Sometimes it’s that time of the month but we know that’s just an excuse, you just a crazy bitch! I know female nature, I know how your love can be a facade, how you can love me today and cease to love me tomorrow like an abortion, a sin. I know, I know female nature, I know how you easily get bored and restless. I know you just wanna have fun. I know how I can never predict your cycles like a volatile market, I know I will never completely understand and that’s okay, no one really does.

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Me, a one girl guy?

Me, a one girl guy?

Me, a one girl guy?
Not my style.
I’ve got a main chick,
a mistress,
and bitches who just get dick from me.
For free.

The cookie connoisseur,
who licks what’s in between like an Oreo,
a monster,
whose reach stretches farther Sesame street, dominating the game and winning like a cheat.
Unbreakable code,
hidden like a snake in its hole,
I am in the zone,
penetrating girls to their soul.

Me, a one girl guy?
Forget it.
I get pussy like a douche,
banging from the side like bass to the sound of headboards.
The lord of seduction,
introducing my dick like induction,
construction,
building up momentum till contraptions.

Me, a one girl guy?
Please.
There’s plenty of fish in the ocean and I absorb into their skin like lotion.
In constant motion,
bewitching their hearts like a potion.
A little caution,
I terminate relations like abortion.

Me, a one girl guy?
For you?
For sure.
Interested?

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Lotus Flower Bomb

Lotus flower bomb!

I am repressed. My subconscious thoughts are dictating my life. Of course, this is about a woman. The feminine energy rules the world because it is fundamental, it’s energy conceives and creates. The masculine energy can of course excert itself but I feel it’s in vain because behind every great man is a woman. Man has an unconscious urge to please woman. This energy makes man greater. It is life defining. Man is nothing without woman. This is illustrated on the Bible with the tale of Adam and Eve. Eve gives Adam the apple so that he can be conscious, how beautiful is that? How beautiful is woman? You know a creator exists because woman exists, what a gift for man! Damn! I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, girls I do adore! Thank you Jigga, for bringing that into the world. But I also understand why women were suppressed for so long. I understand why they didn’t have rights. I understand why their roles were reduced to housewife. Imagine a woman who understands her self-worth, one who is intelligent, opinionated and has dreams, dreams she will one day conquer. Damn! I think I am erect. Don’t you think that’s dangerous? Don’t you think that’s powerful? Women already run the world unconsciously and if you give them tools and resources they will take over the universe. And so I understand the fear eminating from the masculine point of view. How could I not? I am masculine and well feminine is powerful. Feminine is dangerous. It is chaotic like abstract art on a canvas. It is beautiful. Feminine energy defines the world, it gives it meaning and substance. Feminine energy makes life worthwhile. And so I am in this boat ruminating about this feminine species that drives me absolutely crazy. She is the manifestation of my wildest dreams. Damn! She is impressive. Hey Kanye, congratulations on your work with “My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy” it is an absolute classic. What happened there? My goodness, you truly are a genius, a creative of the highest order. Better than Steve Jobs, wait can I say that? Okay, let me rather say in my top 5 with Steve Jobs. But I digress. My mind takes me places sometimes and I can’t understand the flights of my thoughts but everything eventually connects. I was talking about this girl who drives me wild. I am planning on being sexual so brace yourself.

I don’t want to bore anyone with the details of her life so I will start with the day where she illuminated the world for me. Of course she was always hot and impressive. But on this day I was thinking about her. I had premeditated motives. I wanted her. I wanted her body. I wanted to bring her to my room and have my way with her. It wasn’t the first time I had these thoughts about her. Thoughts of absolute possession. Thoughts of pleasing her with a cascade of pleasure. All I could visualize was her perfect body, her natural perfect boobs that have so much detail in them, I am talking veins and succulent nipples. All I could think about was descending to her lotus flower bomb! Great work Wale. All I could think about was pleasing her, making her scream with delight, making her orgasm like fireworks in the sky, all I could think of was fulfilling her in every way. She haunted my conscious reality. All I could smell was her, all I could see were her lips and kissing her would give me so much pleasure. Kissing all of her being, kissing her lips, her neck, her shoulders, her boobs, her stomach, her thighs and her lotus flower bomb! Explosive we would be in bed. Missionary is good but I’ve got variety, there isn’t any style that we wouldn’t explore, I am talking Kama Sutra and the art of eroticism. I had so much imagination and she stared in every production. She was the girl I wanted desperately. I wanted to be in her, to penetrate her. Damn! What I would do to have a night with her. Permission and seduction is such a bore. I understand the impulse of the rapist. He won’t wait for all of that and I respect that. When I saw her that day the top of my head nearly fell on the ground. It was like the Universe was playing a trick on me. My mind couldn’t comprehend her level of hotness. Her level of hotness was on steroids, the scale was tipped, her energy had spikes, she was incredible! I am talking make-up, hair, apparel EVERYTHING! She has natural hair and well, I am a sucker for natural hair. It is a deadly weakness that leaves me on my knees drooling. Natural hair is the most beautiful thing on a woman especially if it’s well taken care off. On this day she wore a black dress, it reached before her knees. It complimented all her body features. She was incredible! All I could see was her yellow thighs. Damn! All those premeditated thoughts came rushing in like a packed train. I don’t know why the Universe sometimes does this to me, but okay, I accept and I am grateful for the experience. I was at the mercy of her, I was weak and there was nothing I could do. Her energy was too strong for me and my subconscious mind was in control, controlled by the unconscious mind driven by the feminine energy, I was bewitched, under a trance and at that moment there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for her including wrapping the world and giving it to her, and because I am not a rapist, I am writing this instead.

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Late Registration

Late Registration

Late last year I met a girl that I used to know in my teenage years at a social event. Growing up we had a thing. We shared a mutual attraction towards one another. We hadn’t seen each other for a while. She was hot. The term “beautiful” refers to facial features. For society beauty is symmetrical features in the right proportion. For example, your eyes need to be at the right place and must have the right size. This goes for your mouth, ears and forehead too. If any of these things are disproportionate or asymmetrical, you run the risk of being “ugly” in the eyes of the world. Skin color, or scars or birth marks don’t really matter. Symmetrical features at the right proportion is all that beauty is. The term “hot” talks about attributes from the neck down. Like a great ass and boobs. Also a good physiue. Hot is just contemporary jargon for “fuckable”. Now, this girl was beautiful and hot. She had everything, she was everything. She has a ass that is just out of this world. It’s not fake ass too, it’s natural, God given; has the right ass to thigh ratio. Oh, you just have to believe me, it’s the greatest ass in the world! This girl is hot like Mercury, the first planet from the sun. She’s easily in my top 5. Now at this social event, I saw here and I didn’t immediately acknowledge her, I took my time, ignored her, I was aloof. She was at her best in terms of apperel and make-up. Every guy in the room wanted her. You could taste the thirst. I had to be intelligent, indirection was my best shot. I moved a couple of chess pieces and later on, I had won. She was talking to me, her focus was on me. I had the envy of guys in that social gathering. Some guys never stopped trying, a trait I admired. I would give the gents space so they tried out their magic but she recoiled and jump straight at me. It was unbelievable! I always approach my day with the assumption that I am going to win. But not like this. Today’s win was like Liverpool winning the league. She wanted to go home with me but I had to cool things down a bit. I told her “Let’s enjoy this moment, let’s enjoy today. Tomorrow is another day.” She agreed and the rest of the night was filled with kisses and caresses. She was so into me, it was like she had taken love heroine and to be fair I was too. However, there was only one problem, I was broke. I couldn’t let her see that. And so at the end of the night I took her number and never called her again. It was better that way. Today after months, I saw her and immediately thought about the skits on Kanye Wests “Late Registration”. “We, broke, broke, broke, broke, flat broke.” I thought about that skit before “Drive Slow” and it said something like we will leave the girl to go with the guy who has a car, because we can’t afford gas, hoes or anything for that matter. Ah Kanye, you captured something so real in those skits, that album. You have always been in my life Kanye, thank you. Yes, I will cry myself to sleep today but I believe I made the right decision. The most important thing is that I keep growing. Kanye West also suffered the pain of not getting hoes in his 20’s and today his a Billionaire, I am in great company. Sure, I am consoling myself but the decision to not be in contact with her was a conscious one. I will get my chance, I know it. The world is mine for the taking, what is needed is just time and patience. Time will prove me right.

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Women

Women

My goodness where do I start? I think women are great. When I think of women power comes to mind. I think they are better than men. Maybe “better” is unfair and unjustified but give me a moment I haven’t concluded my statements as of yet. I just think they are a sophisticated species. Everything about them; their built, their ability to multi-task and the chaos they bring to the world. It’s wonderful chaos, progressive chaos, muchly needed chaos that brings about growth and prosperity in the world. They are the underlying motivation behind man’s action – the perfect courtier, the puppet master, Gods’ wife! That would explain why Adam and Eve ate from the tree of life. God made man to be conscientious and orderly, to obey his instructions. And he did a great job. Man by nature is conscientious and orderly. Adam alone would have never eaten from the tree of life. Even if you substitute Adam to a Steve Jobs – a creative individual who is open minded and thinks outside the box – he would have found a pear tree or a lemon tree to pick fruit from. The dynamic changed when Eve was introduced to the picture. God never anticipated to be defied in that manner. He didn’t understand what was happening, he was confused. He was disappointed in Adam and didn’t understand Eve. Not that humanity blames God – no one understands women, women don’t even understand women. Maybe Gods mother understands. The true creator of everything – nature, the universe, life.

She has certainly given women remarkable powers. I mean to be the gatekeepers of life – wow! The remarkable ability of multitasking; women can cook, do the laundry, help children with their homework, clean the house while listening to music, save the world from monsters and fly at the same time. It’s not an exaggerated statement – their ability to multi-task is unbelievable! Men by contrast can’t multi-task. We can’t kill 2 birds with one stone – that’s a term concocted by women and they most likely killed 2 birds with one stone. When men are doing something as menial as boiling an egg – the door is closed, there is no interruptions, the TV is off, the data option on our phone is off, it’s us with the egg and the stove. Once the activity of the egg is completed, life can carry on. We can’t do two things at once and maybe that’s a good thing because it enables us to focus and do the task very well. This is depicted in the PIXAR Animated Movie “The Incredibles 2”, where Elastigirl is totally incredible! The character “Elastigirl” personifies what it is like to be a women. Even her catch-phrase “I’m flexible”. She can be a parachute, she can be a sling-shot, she can be boat, she can stretch to far places, she can fly, she’s a mom who has 3 children and a husband, she’s hands-on and she saves the world from “The Screenslaver” – Oh, she absolutely saves the world on “The Incredibles 2”, there’s a scene where she’s chasing a runaway train on her bike and the scene is so intense, she’s communicating via radio with Evelyn and they are brainstorming ideas on how to stop this train, it’s trilling and nervy and she might not get to the train resulting in the death of many civilians – at the heat of all that she receives a call from his second born child Dash who wants to know where his shoes are, she answers the phone call, helps Dash locate his shoes and then gets back to chasing the train. She eventually gets to the train, stops it and saves lives – she’s incredible excuse the pun! The best superhero EVER! Mr. Incredibles’ power on the other hand is strength – just strength, it is a specialized and focused superpower. He tries to operate in a domain other than his designated field when he took on the mantle of taking care of the children and he dismally failed because it required a lot of multi-tasking. Not that we blame Mr. Incredible, taking care of a baby with multiple superpowers, helping your son with Maths homework and regulating your daughter’s feelings who is in adolescence handling boy problems is a tough task.

Women do a lot of things better and at once – while we men do one thing exceptionally well. I don’t know which is better. I love how they control the power dynamics too. They enjoy real power! They are subtle and indirect in their methods. They often position themselves as nurturers, comforters someone who will listen to your problems and help. Someone with patience and devoid of judging prowess. Angelic guardian angels who assist in times of distress. “Mother Theresa” – someone who gives more than takes. They have this wonderful ability of regulating emotions and making you feel good when you were in a torrid place psychologically. They do it with a hug that is emphatic, a hug that makes you feel that everything will be alright. A hug can make you open up more, to reveal yourself up more, to free yourself of the mental chains, it can strip away your power, and it can make you vulnerable. Women have so much data on the people close to them. Data that can destroy lives. Data that can make you an outlaw. Data that can cripple. It’s remarkable power! They deploy effective strategies. In a lot of instances their statures or physical built helps them get into a position of power. Their statures can act as object of desire or frail entities that are powerless in a man’s’ world (The Gandhi approach). Either way, it is effective. On the Etv Telenovela “Scandal”, Kgomotso Christopher plays the role of “Yvonne Thebe” an ambitious, seductive young lady who often uses men to get to the top. She plays on their repressed desires by promising to be the best they have ever had. She uses her body as an object of desire and usually compliments it by wearing dresses that are solid in terms of color, bold and seductive – colors like red, yellow and black. She is able to disarm powerful men and make them do whatever she wants. She’s the paramount of power! Another tactic that is effectively used is that of submissiveness. Like Gandhi, they know and understand their strengths and weaknesses. They use their weakly statures to progress their agendas, they lose the physical game to win the psychological game. They dominate while seeming weak – they are able to feed the man’s ego and indirectly make him do whatever that she likes.

There is something also awesome about the female reproductive organ. Something that could only be created by Mothernature. It reinforces the theory that they are indeed nurturers. I find the male reproductive organ interesting too. It’s like they co-exist. Like one is useless without the other one – isn’t that amazing! Basically it’s a hole that invites the male reproductive organ in. It’s accommodative. It’s warm. You just want to stay inside all day – maybe that’s why we in the womb for 9 months. There is an exercise called the Kegel exercise and basically what it does is to strengthen your PC floor muscles. After pregnancy, women use it to tighten the vagina area – it is not just for pregnant women, any woman can use that exercise to tighten. Once the PC muscles are developed, the vagina grips the penis tightly enhancing the sensations felt by the duo. You are inside and it’s affirmed, it is spiritual, it feels like heaven, it is amazing! The science of it all. The female opens or stretches her legs and the man goes in. Do you understand that process fundamentally? It states that man is destined to be woman’s bitch. It states that woman is in control. Woman is top of the hierarchy. Woman is the most powerful! And because life begins between the legs of woman – it is fundamentally correct. I think that’s one part, one story but a lot of hypothesis can be concluded on that. The world wouldn’t know what to do without women. However, it is equally true that the world wouldn’t know what to do without man. For man represents order and convention and women well like I stated at the beginning chaos. We need both order and chaos.

I think that man has noted the remarkable power that woman possessed. Work has been introduced to nullify that power with the emergence of AI (Artificial Intelligence) I really think it’s humanity last invention, the destruction of family structure, nihilism, the centralization of the world, the love of all things expedient and the disconnect from nature. It has crippled Mothernature’s will – she’s no her last legs, her days are numbered. Man has broken her. The natural order doesn’t exist anymore. Everyone is confused and history is not enough because it has been altered by conquers. Human interactions are at a minimal and all emotion is bottled up. Women have abandoned their posts to make their mark on a fabricated virtual reality. As a result of that, power has been redistributed to man and his destructive ways. All animals are equal – how could we fall for that? Life has become a series of George Orwell’s books – first it was Animal Farm with Feminism and Gay rights and now 1984 with Facebook and Google. How were we so distracted? Mothernature will never forgive us for this! Throughout history humans have made bold statements about the generation they belong to, and it has always been met with the same sentiments, the argument has always been the same – they always outlined reasons why their generation is best and why the current generation is rotten to the core. People who always state this are people who are clinging on to the past and won’t accept the present. Its justified and a phenomena that has happened ever since. A generation is 20-22 years and within a given time; 4 generations live to form a Zeitgeist – the Zeitgeist is the believe or customs of a specific time, the last 2 generations are stuck in their ways and content with the information that they have attained during the course of their lives. Then there is a generation that is struggling to adopt to new customs and beliefs prevalent in the current world – some are rigid and refuse to be swayed around by new customs but most are struggling. Then there is this new generation, fresh, new and hungry to make their mark on the world. They introduce new things and more innovative things to the world – they see the world in their eyes. Throughout history Mothernature has been consistent in providing this data. However, for the first time in history all generations are in unison about the future of coming generations. It’s a tone of concern and uncertainty. This tone comes from the depression in the west, the lack of self-identity, nihilism, expediency and the act of falling into novelty after novelty all of which has no meaning and direction in the realm of life and self-actualization. All this is due to increase exponentially and we just don’t have an answer on how we are going to solve this.

The world is marching towards uncharted territory, territory that is fabricated and created by a few men – men with enormous resources and power. Men who are excluding Mothernature out of the equation and creating a new type of life. Was this the direction of becoming? Was it on Mothernatures watch? Did she anticipate this or it’s been God’s plan all along? Man put Mothernature out of a job and retired God’s mother. Does God have a chance or is he dead like Nietzsche hypothesized? I take back my prior statement of the first paragraph, I think woman is great but man has no competition – yet! For man controls reality, controls perceptions, forms tastes, starts ventures, gives life to objects and although single-minded his execution is unmatched and unrivalled!

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Infatuations

Infatuations

I think an erection is the best compliment you can pay someone. For it communicates, you excite me, I love you, you drive me crazy! It cannot be hidden, it is phallic. The moment when psychology and physiology are perfectly aligned. It is too awesome. I liken an erection to an infatuation, they are similar in a lot of ways. Firstly, they are a product of the mind and they both need the mind to fill in the blank spaces. Infatuations are a strong desire for someone and well the same criteria is met for an erection. They are both passionate and mystical in the realm of the universe. An infatuation is love, it is a projection, and it is seductive. Popular culture as has attached a sinister connotation to the word seduction and it’s completely misleading. Seduction is arousal, seduction is sexy, seduction playful energy, seduction is stimulation for the mind, it is indirect and unguarded, it is filling in the blank lines, it is reading between the lines, it is subtle and it is for the imaginative. When you are infatuated with someone, all you do is think about that particular person. You make them bigger than they actually are. You project all your dreams and hopes onto that person. That person becomes the best thing that has ever happened to you. When you are infatuated, you become ultra-attentive to that person, you are focused, motivated to find out what makes her tick. The revelations you get are ground-breaking and you want to internalize them hoping that it will bring you closer to her spirit, her energy. You become trapped in a world where she is the elusive woman of perfection and that further seduces you making her a god-like figure. Detached from reality you fail to see the disappointing truth. Infatuations bring light to this dark world.

Human beings have this weird ritual they do when they are in love. They call it kissing and it is strange and so risky. What they do is to lean forward towards one another making their lips touch and often exchange saliva in the process. It is a form of embracing one another. What this ritual is about is acceptance. Meaning, I am letting you invade my space and be all up in my face because I accept you and trust you. It fosters closer relations. It is effective because it is consensual. It sparks neural circuitry in the mind thus inducing the feel good substance in the brain known as dopamine. This process makes human beings feel closer. It also excites the physiology of the participants. When the physiology of the two participates is excited and aroused, it often leads to coitus. Coitus or sexual intercourse is a release – the moment when your impulses take over and you lose control, this is trigged by the amygdala. However, sex has an interesting complex namely the human dilemma whereby we often separate life in two realms – mind and body. We see the two entities (mind and body) as separate and we desperately want to see them as one. Sex without empathy negates the personality (mind) and objectifies the body. Lovemaking is, at its best an act of mutual empathy, at its worst it lacks any such emotional mutuality. Sex without empathy is not sexy, it is not seductive, it becomes mechanical and an outlet vent out your frustrations of the world – and it shouldn’t be because it is a mutual undertaking. One of the things I love about infatuations is that you want to please the partner you are infatuated by and as such you will pull off all the stops to make the activity worthwhile.

Sex can be a complicated endeavor to enter into. Namely because you want the activity to be enjoyable for the parties involved. Most of the time, you can write off the activity as a success if both parties reached orgasms. It is a tricky thing for men to impart to their female counterparts. For men, penetration into the vagina will most of the time do. However, penetration for women is often not enough. This is because of their neural circuitry. By trait women and men are different. This is noted in the ways boys and girls play when they are young. Boys are threatened by anything that might challenge their independence so they play in big numbers and their insistent is on competition. While girls by contrast are more threatened by a rupture in their relationships so they play in small groups with their insistence on quality and thoroughness. As such, women often need special attention to reach orgasm. Sigmund Freud once stated that penetration was enough to give a woman an orgasm but that’s such a manly answer isn’t it? I mean it works for us, surely it will work for them. Sometimes, it happens but it is not the most effective way to do it. To give a woman an orgasm, you need imagination – to play in the realm of the mind. After a long seduction process in which gratification was delayed and the mind was stimulated sure, an orgasm through penetration is likely but still not a 100 percent. Cunnilingus is the best way to do it. I will explain.

From a young age, girls are exposed to their own mortality. This happens when stages like menopause begin. It is a scary and confusing dilemma for a young girl, some are embarrassed. However, something happens subconsciously looking at their own mortality they draw-in into themselves, they train themselves to look at the world with a naked eye, they become more emotionally attuned, they can distinguish what’s right from wrong, they become grounded and they plan better – they become conscious, while by contrast boys are playing Grand Theft Auto and not taking anything seriously. It is the fundamental difference between boys and girls. Cunnilingus like the act of kissing is acceptance but acceptance multiplied to a hundred. When she allows you to go down on her, it communicates trust with her body. She’s vulnerable, naked and completely at your mercy. She’s trusting you with her insecurities. You have a complete grip over her mind. Cunnilingus is mind magic, it is mind witchcraft, it is a spell for the mind – a trance, it’s unwritten, it’s abstract, it’s seductive, it’s metaphysical and out of this world! When you are engaged in Cunnilingus, there’s attention, there’s focus and the will to do it right. Cunnilingus serves underlying desires and fantasies. Cunnilingus will give her an orgasm every time.

The danger about infatuations is real life but then again erections become flaccid – nothing lasts forever. The positive news is that we could refresh, a second erection is a real possibility. Infatuations give us a platform to build something substantial. They are passionate, impulsive, subjective, chaotic and beautiful. For if we can move from the initial infatuation stage to compassion and understanding we will have a concreate relationship and we will have a chance to recreate that infatuation stage since it is a product of the mind. We can create an infatuation loop that will be eternal. By withholding sex and keeping our clothes on whilst remaining affectionate with another, touching, kissing and “dry-humping”. Another thing we could is send nude pictures to one another not too explicit though we have to leave much to the imagination of the brain so it could fill in the blank spaces like a crossword puzzle. Maybe instead of penetration, Fellatio, that will leave every man in the face of this earth grateful! Maybe I wanted you for your body at first but you can show me a different dimension, a different perspective, a different angle that will enable my mind to lust over – to obsess and think about when I am alone. We could drive each other crazy all over again. We could be reborn and transformed. Infatuations are the most beautiful things in the world because they point out something about you – something transformative! In this age of romanticism that should be the first thing that is ticked off from your box. Infatuations are a spark, that juice, that light that has the ability to illuminate your world. An infatuation is love at a very basic level – that’s when you know you are in love when you are infatuated with someone. Reciprocation is a different thing, to love someone who loves you back is rare but luckily we have seduction! Anyone and everyone is immune to seduction with time. Concentrate your efforts to the one you are infatuated by!

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