Odd request I'm fulfilling here. My gay friend asked me at work why guys enjoy MILFS so much. So, Grant Ziegler, your proclaimed MILF expert is here to give all an insight as to why MILFS are so hot to guys my age. If you're a starter at this game I'll let you know that MILF stands Mother I'd Like to Fuck. We're not talking 14 year old hispanic mother types, we're talking "soccer, take my temperature, minivan, 35-50 year old" MILF.
This all started when a friend of mind at work noticed most of the moms (MILFS and not so much MILFS) that came into the store, flirted with me quite a bit. He even witnessed one of them spank me on the ass with a movie. Which believe it or not, isn't all that uncommon in my store. This is usually a monthly occasion for me. My friend is homosexual and inquired about why I would flirt back or be even remotely turned on by and I quote "women whose vaginas aren't located properly anymore due to childbirth." He doesn't have a DILF complex so this does require some explanation for him. Anyways, welcome to MILF 101.
First of all, experience. MILFS didn't become MILFS by saying "no." They, in most cases, know what they're doing and they do it well. Youthful enthusiasm combined with motherly know how can make for a very steamy night. Not calling MILFS sluts, they've just been around long enough to know what you want and know what they want. When both parties can be in agreement, electricity tends to happen. Secondly, in my encounters, MILFS don't play all the love games so many so called "hotties" like to play. I've witnessed men in clubs/bars give up their whole life savings on drinks for a girl who wouldn't even sleep with them. These "hotties" terrorize men by giving them just the little shred of hope to keep them hanging on by a thread so that they can manipulate guys into giving them what they want w/out having to give anything back.
Now MILFS on the other hand have shit to do. They don't play these games because they have somewhere to be in the morning. If you're worthy enough, a MILF will have you fucked and home by midnight because the MILF has an important meeting in the morning or has to get home to feed the little one(s). Play your cards right and don't be an asshole and chances are it will work out. A subnote to the above point is that many MILFS in this situation usually do not look for strings attached. They needed love one night and one night only and you don't have to come around anymore. No relationships, no worries of her child calling you "daddy" someday. This is a huge plus for guys because there is no pressure on us and we can perform better for you. We don't have to worry about a woman falling in love and then the guy having to get the fuck outta her apartment before she wakes up. It's agreed, it's just plain adult fun and nothing more.
Also, if a woman believes she won't see you again she may be more apt to try things with you that she was too afraid to try with someone she wanted to impress. Inhibitions are limited at times and who knows, she may want to be choked or she may want to choke you. That's just an example.
Honestly, you've never had a truly great night of wild sex until you're sent home with a fruit roll-up or a juice box. Maybe even a lunchable. I remember having a Wild Cherry Capri-Sun after a wild night with a mom I met at a Judas Priest concert. It was amazing. Great music, great sex, and I relived my childhood memories of great juicy snack drinks. I hadn't had a capri-sun in probably eight years up until that point. If you do actually stay the night with a MILF chances are you're staying with a good cook. You wake up after a great night of sex to the smell of whatever the local flavor is that morning. She is a mom, so the chances are good that she'll know how to cook something good for the both of you. True happiness to a man is having a good feeling in his pants and a good taste in his mouth. Sometimes those things occur at the same time. MILFS are good for both.
Alright, those were the easily noticable and physical reasons why men like MILFS. For psychology purposes, have fun with this explanation. Men always have some sort of infatuation with their moms. I'M NOT SAYING THEY WANT TO FUCK THEIR MOTHERS! I'm just saying, that most men find mom to be a security blanket and a place in their brain where they know they can to be okay. Men enjoy the being with an older woman because they find a comfort level in MILFS like they did with their mom. Whether it be a form of cuddling or mom bringing food to you when you're sick. It's just a mental state that make men feel comfortable. When men are comfortable, they can more easily obtain arousal. The touch of an older woman can trigger a part of the brain that reminds of them of mom. It may sound creepy or odd but it's true. Freud may have been crazy at times but he had good points that still hold true to this day. We've covered up the psychology part of MILFS so we can be attracted to the idea of it with out being intimidated by it.
But really, our MILF addiction is no different then Freud's theories aside from the fact guys don't want to fuck their moms, they want figures that remind them of their moms. So there you go everyone. MILFS are awesome for all the above reasons and more. I'm sure there are many more things others can add to this list. Personal experiences and reasons why MILFS are hot to them.
I'd love comments on this that agree or disagree with me and why. Hopefully this cleared the air for my MILF hating homo friend (JK Eric, I love you) and for any one else who was confused as to why men enjoy mommies the way we do. Sometimes, being called a motherfucker is a compliment :wink:
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Sexually Induced Suicide
In light of what's been going on recently, I've noticed a lot of moronic corporations have come out of the woodworks to put in their two cents about the suicides being committed by homosexuals. I'm saddened and sickened by the coverage of it all and the misrepresentation its getting.
First of all, on AOL news I saw a link titled "why is suicide a rising trend in gay teens?" Apparently, those people didn't go to middle or high school. It sucks being a pre-teen or a teenager these days and it especially sucks if you're gay. (Please don't be offended by the word gay, understand I don't mean it offensively.)
Let's say everyday you wake up, you get dressed, you go to school and at school all you hear is "faggot, cocksucker, queer, queen, fag, rug-muncher, butt-pirate" etc. Let's hope that's all you have to endure but truthfully it won't be that simple. Next you deal with some piece of shit who "hates fags 'cuz the bible tells him to" and decides to kick your ass. Like any situation in school, it doesn't get handled properly and no one is punished for his crime. The next day that trend continues, you're ridiculed, picked on, beaten up and all of your self worth is destroyed. Eventually, you begin to believe those words and the bruises on your body. You go through a phase of self-hatred and realize that maybe you don't belong on earth much less with these people.
There you have it, it's that simple. I got beaten up in school for being a "fag" and I'm not even gay. You get to a point where all you want is for the beatings to stop. Counselors will talk to you but won't take action, teachers/principals didn't witness it so they won't do anything, police just write it off as school bullying and that's no big deal. You don't get your parents involved because they don't even know you're gay. You have no one, there isn't anyone there for you so you decide to kill yourself. It's easy and at least you don't have to deal with the torture anymore.
So AOL, does that answer your dumb fucking question?
Through out the ages there has always been one group or another that's targeted as a scapegoat and a punching bag and unfortunately gays have been that punching bag for far too long. Blacks were trampled on for centuries but I feel we've overcome that trend for the most part, Jews had a turn during WWII which nearly eradicated them; and through all of that gays were hated just as much then as they are now. I can't help but to ask why?
The first excuse/reason: Religion.
Tired of this BS. There is big difference between being Christian and being Christ-like. Christians say "kill everyone who doesn't believe what I believe" while people who are Christ-like accept everyone just like Jesus did and would still. If you believe in Jesus please be like him and accept all of those around you. Don't pray that gays "get better or cured," pray that their torment stops.
Secondly, I don't want to hear about how people who are gay don't pro-create. Who fucking cares? Clearly, what we need less of are people. We don't need more people to grow up and hate "fags" just because. I wish gay people could pro-create because they'd make better parents anyway. They would be more understanding and have more realistic guidelines and goals for their children.
And yes, let gays get married. If they want to be as miserable as straight people then just let them. It's not about black/white, gay/straight etc it's about being a human being and being given human rights.
I can go on and on about these ordeals and more but I will cut myself off and leave you with this:
Homosexuals are not given the quality of life straight people are. They never have been. They're ridiculed, tortured and have been denied their rights to a full life even before they realize they are gay. I hope that nobody's child ever has to go through the torment that gay people do. If they do, you will weep and beg the question "why, my child never did anything to anyone." Keep that in mind next time you decide to make a sign that says "fags sin." "All men are created equal" I don't recall their ever being an asterisk next to that line.
First of all, on AOL news I saw a link titled "why is suicide a rising trend in gay teens?" Apparently, those people didn't go to middle or high school. It sucks being a pre-teen or a teenager these days and it especially sucks if you're gay. (Please don't be offended by the word gay, understand I don't mean it offensively.)
Let's say everyday you wake up, you get dressed, you go to school and at school all you hear is "faggot, cocksucker, queer, queen, fag, rug-muncher, butt-pirate" etc. Let's hope that's all you have to endure but truthfully it won't be that simple. Next you deal with some piece of shit who "hates fags 'cuz the bible tells him to" and decides to kick your ass. Like any situation in school, it doesn't get handled properly and no one is punished for his crime. The next day that trend continues, you're ridiculed, picked on, beaten up and all of your self worth is destroyed. Eventually, you begin to believe those words and the bruises on your body. You go through a phase of self-hatred and realize that maybe you don't belong on earth much less with these people.
There you have it, it's that simple. I got beaten up in school for being a "fag" and I'm not even gay. You get to a point where all you want is for the beatings to stop. Counselors will talk to you but won't take action, teachers/principals didn't witness it so they won't do anything, police just write it off as school bullying and that's no big deal. You don't get your parents involved because they don't even know you're gay. You have no one, there isn't anyone there for you so you decide to kill yourself. It's easy and at least you don't have to deal with the torture anymore.
So AOL, does that answer your dumb fucking question?
Through out the ages there has always been one group or another that's targeted as a scapegoat and a punching bag and unfortunately gays have been that punching bag for far too long. Blacks were trampled on for centuries but I feel we've overcome that trend for the most part, Jews had a turn during WWII which nearly eradicated them; and through all of that gays were hated just as much then as they are now. I can't help but to ask why?
The first excuse/reason: Religion.
Tired of this BS. There is big difference between being Christian and being Christ-like. Christians say "kill everyone who doesn't believe what I believe" while people who are Christ-like accept everyone just like Jesus did and would still. If you believe in Jesus please be like him and accept all of those around you. Don't pray that gays "get better or cured," pray that their torment stops.
Secondly, I don't want to hear about how people who are gay don't pro-create. Who fucking cares? Clearly, what we need less of are people. We don't need more people to grow up and hate "fags" just because. I wish gay people could pro-create because they'd make better parents anyway. They would be more understanding and have more realistic guidelines and goals for their children.
And yes, let gays get married. If they want to be as miserable as straight people then just let them. It's not about black/white, gay/straight etc it's about being a human being and being given human rights.
I can go on and on about these ordeals and more but I will cut myself off and leave you with this:
Homosexuals are not given the quality of life straight people are. They never have been. They're ridiculed, tortured and have been denied their rights to a full life even before they realize they are gay. I hope that nobody's child ever has to go through the torment that gay people do. If they do, you will weep and beg the question "why, my child never did anything to anyone." Keep that in mind next time you decide to make a sign that says "fags sin." "All men are created equal" I don't recall their ever being an asterisk next to that line.
Saturday, October 9, 2010
Join In The Chant
Join in the CHANT
By Grant V. Ziegler
Almost every object in the world makes a sound but it takes a special kind of talent to turn those objects into instruments. Bradley Bills, the singer and drummer of Chant, just happens to have that talent and hones it quite well. From conventional drum sets to trash cans and even satellite dishes, Bills makes everything he pounds on a delightful noise in one’s eardrum.
Consider Chant to be a tribal industrial version of the Blue Man Group that only required one person. Although there is a double digit number of drums on stage and a workload big enough for three drummers, Bills handles it all by himself.
Austin native Chant is set to release its second full length album on October 10 at the Church in Deep Ellum. Chant’s previous album That Which Divides garnered an underground following in the industrial scene which helped them land opening gigs for bands like My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult. Chant’s new album Strong Words for Strong People should start shedding light on why Chant should be headlining rather than opening from now on.
Strong Words for Strong People strikes our most primitive chords. Tribal beats, loud stomping thuds and a bit of synthesized sound engineering drives everyone in the club to get up and move. You can’t help it. You instantly want to slam things along side him.
This album is a perfect blend of rhythmically seducing tracks such as “Empty” and soul-grooving melodic tunes like “Need.” My favorite track is “Revolt.” I heard it live a few months ago and instantly fell in love with it. This song could easily be a new national anthem for those unsatisfied with the conditions of society.
The album isn’t just heavy and pounding though, there are deeply passionate tracks where you can easily hear Bradley Bills’ heart and soul on such as the title track. I could feel my breath quavering as I connected myself to the darkened tone of the track.
This album is a most own for fans of bands like Nine Inch Nails or Nitzer Ebb. Each copy of the CD is being sold with a unique and collectable poster. There are a total of nine different posters and each one represents one of the nine tracks on the album. If you’d like to have all nine you can buy a special edition version of the CD which will be sold at the release party. The posters are nicely handcrafted and will be an instant collector’s item.
Chant’s music is the best pounding in my head that I’ve ever felt. You’ve never experienced the true intensity of tribal drumming until you’ve seen what Bradley Bills of Chant can do on stage. I give this album four and a half out of five stars.
By Grant V. Ziegler
Almost every object in the world makes a sound but it takes a special kind of talent to turn those objects into instruments. Bradley Bills, the singer and drummer of Chant, just happens to have that talent and hones it quite well. From conventional drum sets to trash cans and even satellite dishes, Bills makes everything he pounds on a delightful noise in one’s eardrum.
Consider Chant to be a tribal industrial version of the Blue Man Group that only required one person. Although there is a double digit number of drums on stage and a workload big enough for three drummers, Bills handles it all by himself.
Austin native Chant is set to release its second full length album on October 10 at the Church in Deep Ellum. Chant’s previous album That Which Divides garnered an underground following in the industrial scene which helped them land opening gigs for bands like My Life with the Thrill Kill Kult. Chant’s new album Strong Words for Strong People should start shedding light on why Chant should be headlining rather than opening from now on.
Strong Words for Strong People strikes our most primitive chords. Tribal beats, loud stomping thuds and a bit of synthesized sound engineering drives everyone in the club to get up and move. You can’t help it. You instantly want to slam things along side him.
This album is a perfect blend of rhythmically seducing tracks such as “Empty” and soul-grooving melodic tunes like “Need.” My favorite track is “Revolt.” I heard it live a few months ago and instantly fell in love with it. This song could easily be a new national anthem for those unsatisfied with the conditions of society.
The album isn’t just heavy and pounding though, there are deeply passionate tracks where you can easily hear Bradley Bills’ heart and soul on such as the title track. I could feel my breath quavering as I connected myself to the darkened tone of the track.
This album is a most own for fans of bands like Nine Inch Nails or Nitzer Ebb. Each copy of the CD is being sold with a unique and collectable poster. There are a total of nine different posters and each one represents one of the nine tracks on the album. If you’d like to have all nine you can buy a special edition version of the CD which will be sold at the release party. The posters are nicely handcrafted and will be an instant collector’s item.
Chant’s music is the best pounding in my head that I’ve ever felt. You’ve never experienced the true intensity of tribal drumming until you’ve seen what Bradley Bills of Chant can do on stage. I give this album four and a half out of five stars.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Much Nothing About Ado
It's the writer in me to stare at the blank screen and just hope something shows up. It's not here tonight, not with me. So what better thing to write about then saying you have nothing to write about.
I'm hurting. I ended my 16 month sobriety a couple weeks ago. I don't know what life is doing to me and I'm never sure which "me" will show up. The bubbly, joking guy in all black who looks way too goth to be smiling or the head phones on, glasses on, don't fucking talk to me asshole who wanders the halls of North Lake.
My lack of sleep, very connected to this twitching in my leg and in my stomach. Consider it restless leg syndrome of the soul. I feel overwhelmed, overworked, underpaid, underfucked.
I hate my body. I want to work out more but school and work just eat that time right up. I want to diet but my blood sugar collapses turning me useless and mean. I don't want to make excuses, I want to be successful and fight through the struggles.
I've ushered in a new life where my life is my own. It's scary. I work, I write, I play. I'm no longer following or waiting for others around me to form who I should be that day. I used to do that so I could guarantee someone would love me that day. Hide away my pains and my insecurities so this superman in black could rise up and destroy you all when you weren't looking. He's not home anymore.
I've abandoned my god emblem; Marilyn Manson. Although I never viewed him as a god, he was as close to a godlike figure I could have. I preached and practiced his words, lived by what I thought was his wisdom, used his hymnals in my places of worhip and gave all my money to his cause. I knew it would end one day, it had to. I still love Manson in some way, his music will always be the best to me and without his words I'd be dead.
Now it's just me and my head, it's empty; rattles around a lot. I'm in need of an influence, something greater to possess me and lead me somewhere greater. I was hoping that would be me and in the end it will be, I just need some help now. I don't want to drink, I don't want anti-depressants. I don't want to get more tats that way I'm not tempted to cut that particular flesh anymore.
I don't want to die, I'm just afraid I'm not living. I love the important people in my life, they deserve better than me. I use video games, hockey, stand-up comedy, cartoons and music to distract me from my reality. Just need to find a way out from underneath the covers that only thinly shield me from the world.
Maybe I'll invent the next hip thing, they'll turn me into an infomercial and I'll never have to work again. I'll come up with a garden hose that you shove up your ass that blows false self-esteem and energy up inside you. It will work for 3 weeks and give you the boost you need until one day you use the hose too much and you finally spew shit from your mouth literally. Just like many do every hour of every day, spew shit from their mouth. I'll then write a book about it and tell you how you can be successful like me and invent some shit spewing device of your own. You'll give me your money, sit on your ass and let yourself waste away barely opening page two of my book. Who am I to judge, I'm afraid this will happen to me too.
"I've tried to kill you, the headaches getting worse, wanna poison you with led, bring a 45 you said, get out of my head" - Combichrist
I'm hurting. I ended my 16 month sobriety a couple weeks ago. I don't know what life is doing to me and I'm never sure which "me" will show up. The bubbly, joking guy in all black who looks way too goth to be smiling or the head phones on, glasses on, don't fucking talk to me asshole who wanders the halls of North Lake.
My lack of sleep, very connected to this twitching in my leg and in my stomach. Consider it restless leg syndrome of the soul. I feel overwhelmed, overworked, underpaid, underfucked.
I hate my body. I want to work out more but school and work just eat that time right up. I want to diet but my blood sugar collapses turning me useless and mean. I don't want to make excuses, I want to be successful and fight through the struggles.
I've ushered in a new life where my life is my own. It's scary. I work, I write, I play. I'm no longer following or waiting for others around me to form who I should be that day. I used to do that so I could guarantee someone would love me that day. Hide away my pains and my insecurities so this superman in black could rise up and destroy you all when you weren't looking. He's not home anymore.
I've abandoned my god emblem; Marilyn Manson. Although I never viewed him as a god, he was as close to a godlike figure I could have. I preached and practiced his words, lived by what I thought was his wisdom, used his hymnals in my places of worhip and gave all my money to his cause. I knew it would end one day, it had to. I still love Manson in some way, his music will always be the best to me and without his words I'd be dead.
Now it's just me and my head, it's empty; rattles around a lot. I'm in need of an influence, something greater to possess me and lead me somewhere greater. I was hoping that would be me and in the end it will be, I just need some help now. I don't want to drink, I don't want anti-depressants. I don't want to get more tats that way I'm not tempted to cut that particular flesh anymore.
I don't want to die, I'm just afraid I'm not living. I love the important people in my life, they deserve better than me. I use video games, hockey, stand-up comedy, cartoons and music to distract me from my reality. Just need to find a way out from underneath the covers that only thinly shield me from the world.
Maybe I'll invent the next hip thing, they'll turn me into an infomercial and I'll never have to work again. I'll come up with a garden hose that you shove up your ass that blows false self-esteem and energy up inside you. It will work for 3 weeks and give you the boost you need until one day you use the hose too much and you finally spew shit from your mouth literally. Just like many do every hour of every day, spew shit from their mouth. I'll then write a book about it and tell you how you can be successful like me and invent some shit spewing device of your own. You'll give me your money, sit on your ass and let yourself waste away barely opening page two of my book. Who am I to judge, I'm afraid this will happen to me too.
"I've tried to kill you, the headaches getting worse, wanna poison you with led, bring a 45 you said, get out of my head" - Combichrist
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