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Jack_42
Over 90 days ago
Straight Male, 82
0 miles · Prague

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I find music a distraction and just prefer listening to a variety of moans and dirty talk. Maybe it's because I'm a guitar player and although I think some music is sexually aggressive like say Hoochie Koochie Man by Muddy Waters - it excites me but doesn't turn me on - it's more like defiance. Even if I watch a porn movie and it has a sound track I find myself analyzing the structure of the music rather than watching the action. smile
I find music a distraction and just prefer listening to a variety of moans and dirty talk. Maybe it's because I'm a guitar player and although I think some music is sexually aggressive like say Hoochie Koochie Man by Muddy Waters - it excites me but doesn't turn me on - it's more like defiance. Even if I watch a porn movie and it has a sound track I find myself analyzing the structure of the music rather than watching the action. smile
Not done it wiith a coworker but took my girlfriend there a few times as I had a lodger at home whom I didn't want to know about the relationship.
I don't like the expression cover song which to me associates a song with one particular person and thus any other version is a ''cover'' and can evoke some sort of negative connotation (perhaps I'm mistaken). I think the most important thing is the song not who sang it. You never hear a comment like ''Sky have covered Bach's Tocata and Fugue in D minor'' I also note that this is a relatively new form of expression previously it was ''version'' which sounds less territorial and more egalitarian - music is for everybody and if someone does a song you've composed they're flattering you- irrespective of any financial consequences.
It would depend on how they felt. My instinct would be to join in.
No but I would definitely be able to play guitar with them especially the one on the left.
No but I would definitely be able to play guitar with them especially the one on the left.
Only nicotine stains acquired bashing guitars in smoky clubs and bars.
I wear my underwear because things can get painful if naked as you can trap your extremities if they're not safely contained.
I try to forget my birthday as part of pretending I'm immortal.
The only thing that matters is how the participants feel there are no stupid bloody rules. A woman of over 80 who was married was asked at what age did she think men stopped being interested in sex and she replied that she didn't know.
Somebody asked for information about my favourite humourist P.G. Wodehouse.
I think the question is not being answered here. And my example is Anita Roddick.
Current - teacher. Past too many to remember the best was guitar player the worst telecommunications operator for the military.
You mean people actually count them? Somewhat pretentious I think.
I don't know what a lot of the expressions being used here mean like jock and valedictorian so not sure what the U.K. equivalent is. I left school at 15 and then joined the R.A.F. at 16. I presume High School are those years before you may go to university say 16 - 18? Well during that period and having no education or any other qualification I learnt how to disobey rules but not get caught, march around whilst being shouted at by minor megalomaniacs, operate telecommunications equipment, fire obsolete rifles and dodge doing any thing foolish like some sporting activity. I also chased women and experimented with drink and drugs - all the normal things teenagers do until I was allowed at 18 into the adult branch of the R.A.F which was I suppose the equivalent to a university. A lot of people in the U.K believe that a good cure for our rebellious youth is to bring back compulsory military service. Maybe those so inclined may not be so keen on that if they note what really happens in the military. Persona? We were all encouraged to be identical so those had to remain hidden - you can imagine what mine was.
The Daily Grind.

I crawl out of bed at 6:45,
Gritty eyed - half alive.
A nut case raves on the radio,
I breathe in deep my own B.O.
The door slams to with a crashing roar.
I'm off to bastard work once more.
The Daily Grind.

I crawl out of bed at 6:45,
Gritty eyed - half alive.
A nut case raves on the radio,
I breathe in deep my own B.O.
The door slams to with a crashing roar.
I'm off to bastard work once more.