I don't recall you having censored me yet Kate. What? I'm not good enough for you to censor? Can I maybe get a hall pass for when you decide to? Yes people, I'm teasing her. Just a joke to lighten the mood. No I'm not a troll. I'm funny and sarcastic. At least I like to think so.
Originally Posted by csrakate
I would like to think I had a hand/tongue/fingers in the whole non hetero thing *winks
Give me time, Warrior....according to this "person"...I do it often.....And thanks for attempting to lighten the mood!
Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one."
C. S. Lewis
Prove it, Diamonddog....Show all those threads...show me all the proof that I am such a terrible person. Show me the proof that I have censored anyone.....List the many men I have offended....DO IT!!! I have nothing to hide...I have always been upfront with my posts and while I can get testy, I never censor...I don't have that power.....You want to talk about facing the truth??? I am facing the truth but apparently the truth is too much for you to swallow....(oh yeah...you do love to swallow....your own cum usually....and very often your own piss.......) but I digress. And unless you've been in my bedroom lately, you have no place to declare me as straight! (Am I really arguing with someone about my orientation???) You're grasping at straws!
Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one."
C. S. Lewis
"Other bisexual men on this site have written about how you're into censorship and you can deny it all you want but who are you kidding?"
I have never read a post from Cskate that I would consider demonstrating that she is "into censorship". She has always posted fair and balanced posts imo.
Last edited by tenni; Aug 29, 2012 at 4:39 PM.
And there he goes, the man who calls himself Drugstore Cowboy. Overweight, dumpy, and balding. A man who has lost his prime and now has lost his ability to connect with others. A social outcast, he is enraged at how they ignore him and taunt him. Angry and bitter, he stands at the mirror and colors his cheeks with red red rouge. His lips he pastes them with lipstick wide around the lips to form a widening happy face. He notices how he looks old, and saggy. Frustrated he recalls how they ignore him. He's done nothing to them but be friendly and generous. In school they ignored him there too; he hated the way they just passed over him and even laughed at him. There was the time he thought, were he asked her for a date, she giggled, then laughed. He knew he was different then. When she laughed and giggled, he felt hurt and frustrated. The memory of that one time, the first time and only time, held the pain. The deep seated pain that he felt overwhelms him even now. He shakes his head and continues to apply the thick and cakey makeup. More around the eyes, he mused. Maybe next time, black. Black around the eyes he thought would be good. He stepped back like he had just had a revelation. Then the sinking thoughts of years ago crept back in. The playground, they laughed, one boy even called him a Baffoon. It enraged him, and he continued to paste the make up on.
He slipped the large colorful clown suite over his head and buttoned up the front. Large round red buttons the size of saucer lives. He stepped back front of the mirror and stood there. He was Coco, Coco the clown. When he put on his clown outfit and pasted the makeup on, no one would recognize him or the hurt that was deep inside. It was powerful feeling to be contained inside the Coco outfit. Unlike the Drugstore Cowboy denim shirt, boots and silver belt buckle, here, they couldn't get to him. Coco had something else that Drugstore Cowboy didn't, people talked to him and the laughed with him and not at him. He liked that. He liked it that an ordinary woman would approach him and accept a Coco balloon from him. She would laugh and liked how he laughed. He thought almost for a moment, that they found Coco attractive. When he was Coco, he was someone special, with special skills and abilities. After all, no one was afraid of Coco. But at the end of the day, when Coco would drive home in his 1983 ford festive, he knew he would end his day as Coco. And as such, he would be who he was before.
On the way home he looked into the rearview mirror and saw an balding and aging Coco. At some point, he would not able to be Coco. He resented that it was only Coco they wanted and not himself. He wasn't stupid, he knew the difference between himself and Coco, and that in his Coco costume, while allowing himself to express himself, Coco was just another persona. And in that lament, and in that moment driving down the freeway, he realized his deeper relationship with Coco. A deeper relationship that even he was afraid of.
Coco was the proxy for his internal mayhem. Coco could do what the Drugstore Cowboy could never. With his stetson hat, sliver belt buckle, tight jeans and boots, he could cruise and canvass the bars, bathrooms and alley ways for men. He could talk with confidence and banter back and fourth about cattle, trucks, and land. There was the time, he had one city slicker convinced that he had a wide texas ranch with a thousand cattle; and that he and his men, would ride just like they do in the movies. Rounding up calves and stamping them on the ass with a hot iron. "thats important" he said loudly. "You have to watch for them damned rustlers" he boasted. He had the city slicker completely "buffalo'ed" as he like to say. Coco, didn't boast, for that matter coco didn't talk not while in character anyway. There were two Coco's. One that loved the laughter, balloons, candy and snow cones. Then there was the Coco of the night. That Coco, was mayhem, and even Drugstore Cowboy knew there was something sinister in his needs. Drugstore Cowboy could talk big, and snap his fingers at skinny little waitresses and tell them to show some modesty. Telling them to close their shirts, button up, and lecture them on the being appropriate. But Coco, had no need of that kind of talk. Coco's needs were from a dark place, where not many people would ever choose to go.
Drugstore Cowboy, masked as Coco, paned the road ahead. He was looking to get home before the darkness fell. He knew all too well what happens when he is Coco too long. The insidious lust that Drugstore Cowboy felt, or the sexual desire and hormonal lust that controlled him, had an entirely different effect on Coco. The human call for Drugstore Cowboy lead him to public restrooms after the dim light of pornography dulled his senses. He could slip into the dark to the urinal and feces stench of the local Texaco gas station, wait for an hour and some lonely and desperate aging man like himself, would knock several raps of the password. Drugstore would open the door and in the darkens Drugstore would relieve the trodden man of his needs. On other nights, Drugstore Cowboy would cruise the bars where young and foolish college kids would drink themselves into oblivion. He would find one that is drunk beyond the ability to talk and would stumble randomly not knowing where to go. Drugstore Cowboy would put his hand on the pudgy pimple faced kid and with all the confidence he could muster "Ok, young fella, I think you need to get a taxi home. This is no place for behavin' like that." He'd pause, then exclaim "we need to get the tourists home in bed where they belong, ha. Amateurs!" He'd laugh in his knowing way. Drugstore would call a taxi and help the blathering incoherant youth in the back seat. He'd slide in next to the boy and say "ok, kiddo, tell the man where you live!" The kid, would ramble out some numbers barley audible and the driver would click the timer then accelerate into the traffic. Drugstore watched the kid as he swirled around in a complete alcohol induced state. And in the darkness Drugstore would slide his hand to the kids crotch. No response, none, the kid would just fall back into the seat and was unconscious. Drugstore unzips his pants and vigorously masterbates, looking periodically to the driver to make sure he wasn't watching. Drugstore feels rushed as the kid begins to gag and makes vomit sounds. He leans forward as if he's going to puke, but just sits there. Drugstore now hurried, masterbates against his dulled testosterone briskly then violently to reach some state of ejaculation. But nothing comes. Frustrated he twists in the seat, drops one knee to the floor and one on the seat and pounds harder and faster than he ever has. Now ignoring the driver, he jams his hand down the pants of the kid now moaning that he's going to be sick. Drugstore feels the kids warm, small and limp penis. He gropes the kid awkwardly then finally he erupts, a half weak surge. He has semen on his hand and quickly puts his retracted small penis back in his pants and buckles his belt. He looks over at the now sick kid in disgust and with contempt. Drugstore wipes his semen on the kids pant leg. He thinks, "you'll think you had a good time in the morning". With that, Drugstore, calls to the driver, "Pull over here, this is my stop" The cabby pulls over and drugstore opens the door. stepping out he glances back to the driver "what the fuck do you want? The kids got the fair." And he walks into the dark.
Coco on the other hand, cannot be satisfied by such antics. His needs go beyond lust. His are the manifestation of his deep seated hatred for women. He hates women and he hates youth. His misogynistic angst wells up into a dark violent rage. It leads him to go to the places where only Drugstore could see in fantasy. Coco, needed not sex but to unravel his deepest darkest rages against society. Coco is a sociopath. He is calculating, sinister, and controlling. He make Drugstore, do things that even he knows is too much. Coco, pulls the car to the curb in front of a liquor store where he sees three prostitutes working their nightly routine. He's seen them before, but never talked to them. He would never talk to them, that would be awkward and embarrassing. He needed a bottle of blackberry brandy, the cheap stuff. Two bottles, they like blackberry brandy, he thought. He could always get what he needed with a bottle of sweet liquor; the winos and drunks down on skid row, had no respect for themselves. He had needs and so did they, "they" were willing to do anything for booze, especially when the were two days dry. The prostitutes, he would come back and deal with them later.......
Well, You've gone and done it. You did what Drew said Aeon and Virgin did and got banned for.
The site owners and I had a Board Meeting today, in our underwear, over coffee, and voted two people off the island. The vote was 1 - 0 in both cases for booting. The members were The Bisexual Virgin and Aeonpax.
Honestly, I am not sure I did the right thing but it is done and is permanent unless I have a complete about face and come to the conclusion I was very wrong. It was a very tough decision. I don't want the site to become too "cliquey" - I want it to be a forum for ideas, even unpopular ones. But eventually the accumulation of them telling other members of the site over and over they aren't really bisexual was too much.
Here is the definition of bisexual:
A person who has attractions to both genders.
That is the definition the world uses. That is the definition that is the basis of the site.
You can think of the site as: bisexual.com == a-person-who-has-attractions-to-both-genders.com
Non-bisexuals (people who are completely straight or completely gay) are welcome on the site of course, but science deniers, and those who advocate to re-write the definition of bisexual, are not particularly welcome.
If you disagree with my decision, then feel free to let me know. It was a very tough decision. I will continue to work hard to try to make sure the site does not become too cliquey and all people are welcome.
- Drew
Really, and take it with a grain of salt - but does it really matter who's who as pertaining to trolls. I may be new(er) to this site, but I'm not new to the internet and no matter where you go, there's always going to be trolls - and with them, their "alternate" profiles. (Some just disguise it better than others by the way they type and so on). All sites have them. Yes, it's annoying and of course most trolls just spout bullshit because they're safe behind their computer screen. Who really cares. Giving them the attention they simply crave is just fueling the fire. I've dealt with more than my fair share of them and aside from some typing like 5 year olds, they're basically the same. Ignore them, and they go away....sooner or later, they expose themselves as trolls anyway. Not everyone is going to agree all of the time either, but it seems lack of respect or agreement is being confused with actually trolling.
Drew should just limit non-paid member's ability to post more than a certain amount (like the pics). That would of course include me in that category (I'm not a troll btw). It's a shame that more time seems to be devoted to this crap than anything else. Like I wrote previously, I'm new here, but this is a nice site where all should be able to voice what they want. As far as "bi" sites, this is easily the cleanest and best. To keep going on and on and on about the same shit is redundant.
Anyway, that is that.
Yes Drugstore Cowboy, you are DimondDog. Just like you are Coco the Clown. You have many associative names and many more insidious needs. Does Coco make you do things when you cruise in the night? Do prostitutes make you feel uncomfortable because they make you feel naughty? Coco go get your make up, Coco can you still get it up, Coco the Clown can't turn his frown upside down, and now Coco's going to make her go down, Coco has a troubled need, Coco must make her bleed......Oh Coco, Oh Coco, Oh Coco. Only Coco know's where he's been and he knows the depths of this sin, Coco's going to make the bitch bleed for her dirty deed. Oh, Coco, Oh Coco, Oh Coco
I think that's fair and well written. I agree that Drew really did a great job of putting this site together and its well done. But let me say this Drugstore Cowboy (Coco) is in fact the only real abrasive sociopathic troll I've found here. I'd let him pass, however, he chose to go on the offensive with me, and I thought that was uncalled for, and as you will note, by his postings, he is a very nasty persona. He does not merit respect and only contempt.
Thank you and appreciated. And I do agree that Drew has done a good job from what I've noticed and he's active, when so many aren't.
I don't know what was said to whom, but I'm not a fan of disrespect in the least and if he was taking shots at you, it's understandable. Nothing I wrote was directed at anyone in particular, just generally. Of course schmucks should be put in there place, so carry on good sir!
Hello, hello, hello echo echo ehco......Drugstore Cowboy...DimondDog, where are you? Echo, echo, echo, echo, echo, echo . .. .. . Where did you go, go, go, go, go, go?
Aeonpax is waiting just around the corner to give you a few more humiliating metaphorical black eyes, eyes eyes eyes eyes .. ... .. . .... ... .. . .. . . ... . . . . . . .
Drugstore/DimondDog come out to play. Give me your best shot Coco the Clown, clown clown clown clowne cnowlne clwoene clwone clowenetns
You never really kill a troll.. u can show him up for what he (or she is) and discredit them.. u can ban them too.. but chances are they will remain in one form or t'other.. different name/names.. saying the same thing and twisting the same truths. .I don't like banning.. it hurts the innocent and is a subjective judgement of the site owner often influenced by his (or her) own particular point of view.. it creates division and often greater division than if things are left to burn out..
trolls do win arguments if only by dishonesty and deceit and that's the tragedy because by their actions and by siding with what they perceive as the most likely and acceptable prejudices (and I mean by that not bigoted but preferences) of their target audiences. they can and do lead, guide and influence in their own insidious nasty way by creating mayhem and often hatred.. people begin to read things not as they are written or intended but as the troll wishes them read and intended. So people take sides and friends fall out.. they often say things to each other which friends should never do.. division is fostered and that is the intention... puppets (a term I have learned to hate these last few days) prosper and people deny that puppets are a reality.. often they are not.. they are but another form of the troll.. called puppet.. where I come from we refer to them not as puppets but muppets...
I don't intend to go into the events of the last 5 days, simply outline my own views about trolls.. and why killing them is no fun.. and it isn't.. because we can never quite land the knockout blow.. and even less the killer one.. because they return in another guise and begin anew.. sometimes identified quickly and dealt with.. sometimes a longer game is necessary.. and always decent people on site suffer.. their enjoyment is ruined... the truth of issues lost as the poison of the troll takes hold.. as the troll points the finger at others as "trolls"... he sews dissent and discord...and sometimes gets away with it..and on a site, one which may not be hugely important in the wider world, but is massively important as a foothold to sanity and dignity for many people, as they seek support and to gain a sense of self as each struggles with his or her own being in an often hostile world... that is a very unkind cut indeed... and that of course is exactly the intention of the troll...
Last edited by darkeyes; Aug 29, 2012 at 8:07 PM.
Do not think so little of me as to grant me your tolerance. Allow me your acceptance and understanding of who and what I am with the love, respect and dignity with which I do you.
Trolls are a fact of internet life, we can deal with them in several ways. My personal fave is just to ignore them after you respond once. No point in trying to open a closed mind or have a battle of wits with an unarmed person.
I think you make a very very good point. There are a number of key attributes regarding the psychology of a troll as now I'm familiar with the term. The first and foremost is that the person behind the persona is exceptionally narcissistic and highly susceptible to negative criticism. The behavior is a by product of feeling inadequate and the accompanying need protect their ego from harm. In short, when they feel emotionally threatened, they look for emotional protection and emotional support. This relief comes in the form of rallying others to form a wall of supporting opinion or seeking validation behind other socially authoritarian mediums. The Sock Puppet (alter-ego) is the manifestation of creating the illusion of supporting opinion. The Troll, is the manifestation of the need for an authoritarian medium. In both cases, the primary driver is the sense or feeling of inadequacy.
With drugstorecowboy now being called co-co the clown (hahahahaha) I'm wondering if a relation to John Wayne Gacy is next.
Very nice!
I'm not sure yet, I have to think out how Coco deals with women and how they make him feel dirty. Once I reread Drugstore's postings going back I'm sure the psychological profile will develop. One telling post was where he responded to csrake and made a statement along the line of women liking gashes etc. It was totally directed at her, so I think that is telling about how he thinks about other women, in particular how he would view certain classes of women. I left Coco off thinking he would come back for the prostitutes after he gets his way with the hobos for a bottle of cheap blackberry brandy. Now I didn't just dream that up, I pulled the idea and concept from Drugstores posts.
I'm telling ya, Murph, that ten cent blowjob from the hobo posting almost made me crap myself laughing.
unfuckenbelieveable. looks like its time for Daddy Drew to add a lot more Cholrine to the sites gene pool.
"To each monkey, it's own swing.." - old Latino Provberb
Ok. You've gone and done it, you've made Richard cuss, and pissed our Kate off...that takes a lot. lol
Sounds like DDC needs either some more fibre in his diet, or he needs a reality check. Unlike me, Kate is one of the sweetest, kindest folks on this site that you'd want to meet. Dont know where you're getting you intell from, but you're Obviously vastly mistaken on Many accounts.
Get a grip on yourself, maybe you'd feel better
Cat
Tail swishing...
I'm tryin' my best to leave a loving foot print on the hearts of the folks who's lives I touch..longly, or briefly..:}
Minx
Women and cats will do as they please, so men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.
Robert A. Heinlein
I watched this video and I must say I saw the error of my ways.....I engaged....I allowed....I am sorry!!!!! I should have known better than to let drugstore get to me...I should have allowed him to piss and moan and say whatever he wanted...because I KNOW THE TRUTH and I know who I really am......and if I am worried about my reputation on this site, I simply have to rely on my past interactions to combat whatever it is he says about me. I know I don't censor bisexual men...I know I am not against bisexual men and I know I am not a kept woman....LOL....
Trolls are a fact of internet life, we can deal with them in several ways. My personal fave is just to ignore them after you respond once. No point in trying to open a closed mind or have a battle of wits with an unarmed person.
So...my apologies for losing my cool.....and for my part in this mess. I should have known better.
Kate
Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: "What! You too? I thought I was the only one."
C. S. Lewis
Kate,
Hugs ya, hon. There does come a time when we have to just go "I know what I said, I'm not responsible for how others read it". I have long since given up on a few on here, seems that anything said is just wrong. I can't think this because I'm straight, I can't do that cause I'm heteroflexible, I can't be in love with a bisexual cause he's not really bisexual cause he's not cheating... yeah well whatever. But ignoring a few of them has pretty much neutered them. They know what they say doesn't bother me so they have quit saying it about me and moved on to others, like you. I am sorry that a few idiots try and ruin the site for everyone, but all we can do is just take the site back in our own way. Continue offering advice to those that need it and not having to hide the fact we offer it in pms to avoid being trollbait. By now.. most on here recognize the handiwork of a few who always push the agendas, they can either read into the propoganda or they can can make up their own minds. I'm just gonna be me and you just be you and we'll continue to be the awesome women in love with bisexual men.
*puppy eyes* I sawwies to da group *sniffles* in da grips of PMS dis week. Pweez 4givez me. Dats mah story N Imma stickz 2 it.
Not sawwies to DDC and dats de troof.
Posting Permissions
Reply With Quote
Bookmarks