ripescrumptiouspeach: A NOTE ON UNWELCOME MESSAGES… Dear fuckboys… no thank you. I’ve met your type
ripescrumptiouspeach: A NOTE ON UNWELCOME MESSAGES… Dear fuckboys… no thank you. I’ve met your type before & I’ve learned my lesson. I’m not interested. Some weeks it’s nice & quiet here on tumblr, and then the past two days I’ve had a busy old time with silly men sliding in my messages. Men who clearly haven’t read my bio or any of the many words I share here on tumblr. They have just seen a few of my naked pictures & decided I’m clearly a game girl & worth a punt. “She’s naked, she must love unasked for sexual attention!” The block feature has been used liberally lately. One or two try a little actual chat first, I’m pretty polite so I reciprocate, I like to give people a chance, but they quickly change the subject, telling me something unnecessarily sex related & expect me to join in. Some are blank blogs who don’t even follow me, with the ever original “hey how are u” opening line. Some send me a dirty porn gif, a dick pic, or tell me something dirty they are fantasising about me. It’s an eternal mystery addressed countless times by members of multiple social media sites, but what do they think they will achieve? I’m a really pretty nice person most days, I am friendly, caring, I like learning about other people & I enjoy conversation. I can take a compliment too, I don’t find them inappropriate so long as they aren’t followed up by some kind of assumption that I now owe them something because they were nice. That’s not a compliment, that’s misplaced entitlement. If they really ever got to know me, and were lucky enough to get my full attention they’d soon find that I’m not a prude, I like to indulge in the filthiest dirty talk & in person I’m even naughtier. (That’s not an invitation more a statement of fact about what they will never discover about me). My blog already contains my writings, my kinky thoughts & my hearts desires. But they will never know, because they blew it in the first ten seconds. They let their dick think for them & they thought of me as a thing, an object, a warm cunt with no person attached. So let this be a warning. If you get this far. (I bet you won’t, if you are one of these men you’ve probably taken one look at my arse, ignored the words & are writing me a sordid little dm about what you want to do to it) Don’t speak to me unless you have something to say. If you think dirty thoughts about me, think them, that’s fine, I’m not the thought police, but I don’t need to know thanks. I’m not interested. If you just want to say a little friendly hello, cool. Do you have a real question or something interesting to share which you think I might like (art, music, literature, podcasts, movies, all great things to discuss). But I won’t hesitate to block you if you behave like a fool. We are all here to enjoy the pleasures of the human experience, let’s try to do that with joy & respect. -- source link