Post some imperfect pussies.  Not these tucked in all symmetrical ones.  Let’s see some meat flaps. 

I do believe America needs to relearn these words.
http://dictionary.reference.com

Democracy:
noun, plural de�moc�ra�cies.
1. government by the people; a form of government in which the supreme power is vested in the people and exercised directly by them or by their elected agents under a free electoral system.
2. a state having such a form of government: The United States and Canada are democracies.
3. a state of society characterized by formal equality of rights and privileges.
4. political or social equality; democratic spirit.
5. the common people of a community as distinguished from any privileged class; the common people with respect to their political power.

Socialism
noun
1. a theory or system of social organization that advocates the vesting of the ownership and control of the means of production and distribution, of capital, land, etc., in the community as a whole.
2. procedure or practice in accordance with this theory.
3. (in Marxist theory) the stage following capitalism in the transition of a society to communism, characterized by the imperfect implementation of collectivist principles.

Communism
noun
1. a theory or system of social organization based on the holding of all property in common, actual ownership being ascribed to the community as a whole or to the state.
2. ( often initial capital letter ) a system of social organization in which all economic and social activity is controlled by a totalitarian state dominated by a single and self-perpetuating political party.
3. ( initial capital letter ) the principles and practices of the Communist party.
4. communalism.

Fascism
noun
1. ( sometimes initial capital letter ) a governmental system led by a dictator having complete power, forcibly suppressing opposition and criticism, regimenting all industry, commerce, etc., and emphasizing an aggressive nationalism and often racism.
2. ( sometimes initial capital letter ) the philosophy, principles, or methods of fascism.
3. ( initial capital letter ) a fascist movement, especially the one established by Mussolini in Italy 1922�43.

Learn anything yet? Like how social equality (Health care for all, gay mariage) is democracy?
Wisdom overcomes all ignorance if people learn it. Educate yourself, TYT and RT america on youtube.

seriously true story:it was open weekend, which if you dont know is when all the modern homes open their doors to the general public to get design and architecture ideas, i had gone to a house in east london, i was waiting in line when a little girl and her parents walked up
and stood in line behind me, she looked to be about 9, but i wasent wearin g my sun glasses and she was quite close so i couldent look at her for long, but i got a few glimpses, then when it got to our turn we went in the house, us and about 20 other people, us being me my dad and the little girl and her parents, (i think when i put her at 9 i did so cus 9 is cute, until my cousin madelaine who is 9 (was 8) i dident realy think older lolis were very cute) first we went down into the basement of this modern house, the basement was very bland but it was a room not a concrete bunker type thing, it had two chairs in it which rocked back, i sat in one and she sat in the other, the architect gave a speech about the house and then asked if anybody had any questions, she asked in a cute way why the house was called ?????? he answered aand then i asked how much it cost to build, then as everybody was going upstairs ofcourse me and her being the last that wanted to give up our seats, i asked her how old she was, ten she replied in a very cute way, it was sortof prolonge "teeiiin" the sortof een sound prolonged, we walked round the house and she comented on several things, the girl was quite inteligent and well spoken, she had brown hair, was wearing jeans and a pink top, she seemed to cling to her father in the line, having her arm around his, that kind of reliance and touchy feely "give me a hug" type thing i find very sweet, she had soft lips and was quite pretty, to compare her to an adult she looked quite similar to a girl i met at a law firm on work experience who was 22, not exacly sexy just very inteligent and rather good looking, after we finished veiwing that house we went to another one round the corner, it was more interesting to be onest, london isent the place to build houses thats one thing that was evident, but it was interesting seeying how they had played with the levels and made the rooms cosy somehow, after we saw that house we went back towards the way we had come and found a cafe, as we walked in i saw the little girl and her daddy *cough**cough* uhh, her mum and dad, i got a cookie and positioned myself facing their table but far enough away so i could get a glance without them noticing.
the cafe was quiet and i could hear them talking, the little girl was telling her parents about some giant rat they had found in the rainforests somewhere, now, remember when i said i like inteligent girls, well this also aplies to curious ones, and not just because they are willing to try new things, maybe its because its a rarety but id like a little girl to be curious about the world, i know i share this with skuv, wanting to teach little girls about science and stuff.
then after she had finished her drink she was tired and put her head on her dads shoulder while holding onto his arm, this soon turned into her lying across his lap and him putting his arms around herso she was siting on her chair with her upper body being held by him and putting her head on his chest, damn, why couldent that be me i thought, thats why i want kids, (although i m not sure incest would work; me being tempted me beiong rejected or her accepting and me not being a father figure anymore (see lolita the movie)etc)
then he mother started talking about leaving and asked if she needed the toilet and she said yes and her mother told her to be a bit quick, she went down the stairs, she apeared soon after, as she was walking towards her parents table, she pulled her jeans up a bit, she dident have much of an ass but for her figure it suited her, plus imperfections are sexy, then they got their things paid and left, she had school the next day i dident, i wasent going to school at that time, (was aplying for a new one).
after thinking about her for a while (which isent unusual, considering my brain is basicaly made up of bad ideas, little girls, stuff relating to little girls and, yeah thats about it, but many many many things relate to little girls, like the way society persecutes them, well pedophiles realy but also society veiws the girl as the victim so she is also a victim of societys ill informed view ooops going on a bit)
then i felt i needed a piss so i went downstairs and walked into the bathroom, the first thing i smelt was shit, little girl shit, she'd done a number 2, imagining her cute ass on the toilet pooing, a good hard shit, plopping into the toilet, i felt my dick getting hard,
it inflated at the thought i was smelling a smell that came from her anus, i tookl my dick out and lifted the toilet seat, another woft of air came out, unfortunatly there was no shit in it, but still imagining the sight on it, coming from her anus, and her wiping, i started rubing my penis thinking of her and what i would have done had i been there, told her to put her knees on the seat and hold the tank, while i watched the shit come out and drop down, let her anus open up and see the shit then stick my cock in and push the shit up her, let it stick to the head of my cock and then have her suck it off.

Hey You!

yes, you.

stop being unhappy with yourself. you are perfect. stop wishing you looked like someone else or wishing people liked you as much as they like someone else. stop trying to get attention from those who hurt you. stop hating your body, your face, your personality, your quirks. love them. without those things you wouldn't be you. and why would you want to be anyone else? be confident with who you are. smile. it'll draw people in.

if anyone hates on you because you are happy with yourself then you stick your middle finger in the air and say screw it. my happiness will not depend on others anymore. I'm happy because I love who I am. I love my flaws. I love my imperfections. they make me me. and 'me' is pretty amazing.

I decided to repost this add some more detail. Also I did not like the way the site unformatted what I wrote making it hard to read. So we shall see if this is any better.
If something does not seem like how you would expect a 10 year old to sound or act it is probably my not so perfect memory of the situation, and my own imperfect skill in writing it out.

It started after my girlfriend had left our daughter, Karen and I. Karen was nine almost ten at the time. My girlfriend and I had been kind of heavy into BDSM. Going to meetings of the local group and making friends. I think that was where the problem started. I was into it and did not mind a somewhat open relationship. But I was not so far out there as my girlfriend wanted to be. So she left us. Joined up with a group with a guy who she said was "More of a Master than I would ever be
My daughter was suppose to be staying over at a friends house for the weekend. I still had some friends in the scene and I was still interested. So there I am in my living room with a naked lady tied up in some ropes. When my daughter walks in.... Somewhere in all this mess I babble out "That it is ok I am just practicing my knot tying". Like I am some kind of overage boyscout or some thing. But this apparently stuck with my daughter. I quickly get my lady friend untied, dressed and out of there. Things did not go over well with my daughter.
Karen started going on about this, like this is why her mother had left us. The thought that went through my head was that someday her mother might just grow up and want to be a part of her daughters life again. And if she did I was not going to have been the one to say anything bad about her to her daughter. I was going to be a adult in this situation. Karen was young and the hurt was still so new to her. She would figure out the truth as time went on. Back to this story though.
But I had blurted out about how I had been practicing my "knot tying". While we were arguing Karen said, "That if I needed to practice, that I didn't need anyone else, that I could practice on her.
I told her that she probably would not like it!
She came back at me with, "How was she suppose to know unless we tried it?"
I just looked at her. I didn't have anything else.
Shrugging out of her Jacket. She asked me, "Do I have to get naked? As the lady had been."
She was already starting to remove her T-Shirt. When I said, "No she didn't!"
For those of you wondering Karen was just over 4' tall which fell somewhat average when I saw her among her friends. She was athletic and fit, but not like some of her friends that had sticks for arms and legs. She had very long very dark brown hair. We had never had her cut her hair, so it hug more than half way down her back. She had it in a loose ponytail. She was dressed in the t-shirt that she wore under her school shirt. She had removed her jacket. She had on her school skirt that was dark blue and went down almost to her knees. Knee high white socks and dress shoes completed the outfit.
So I went over to my cabinet and unlocked it. Taking out a roll of soft Nylon line I set to work. I decided to start on something simple tying up her arms. I was sure that after realizing what she was getting into, she would want to quit. So I took her by the hands and took the length of rope and passed it over her arms. Then proceeded to wrap it somewhat loosely but still securely around her arms. Creating a long cuff down her arms. Finally turning the ends and passing them between her arms and around the ropes in the middle cinching her arms together.
I tied that to another rope that had a carabiner on it. Which I sipped onto a eye bolt that you might miss if you did not know it was there on the beam overhead. I left her there tied in the center of the room. Struggling with that while I went to get some thing to drink.
I peeked in on her from the other room. As she was trying the ropes. She was tugging and pulling at the ropes. Her hair had come lose from it's ponytail and was whipping around. She was trying to get at the knots with her teeth but the carabiner kept them slightly over her head where she could not reach. I stood there looking at my little girl there tied up in my ropes and I liked it. Like her mother she was a feisty struggler.
The though of what I would have done to her mother went through my head. I would have taken and run my hand into her hair. Grabbing her dark tresses tightly somewhat painfully and forcing her to turn and kiss me. I saw all this in my head but a different picture imposed itself over the picture of my ex. But shaking me head. No!
I came back into the room. Karen quickly tried to hide that she had been fumbling trying to get out of the ropes. I looked into her deep blue eyes as I reached for the carabiner to start untying her.
"Had enough?", I said.
"No, Daddy.", was all she said.
I was kind of taken back. My hand froze reaching for the carabiner then fell back to my side. I had seen her struggling to get out of the rope. She had really been pulling at those ropes. Her chest was heaving whether from the exertion or from trying to keep from crying I did not know.
I pulled up a chair so that we would be about on the same level. But I still taller than her.
"Karen," I said. "You do not have to go through with this! If you do not want me playing tie up games, having women over, or even going out with women for now. I won't. Your mother left us not that long ago. We are both still tore up about it. We can give it some time."
"Daddy." she said. It was decided then the tears had won out, as they started to form and roll down her cheeks. "That's not fair. You want to play your tie up games. You can play them with me. Then you don't need those women to come over. Until Momma comes back."
Realizing then what had my little girl so upset. My heart breaking over her tears. I started untying her. "Honey, Mamma might not come back." I held her and wiped her tears. Talking to her quietly until she stopped crying.

Now after cleaning this up and seeing if it posts correctly. I am writing more about things that happened and will post it shortly. I promised more today it may be late today but there will be more today.

This article is not dergndiag all families that are single or broken, it is just simply stating a fact that the optimal family is one that has a mother and a father in a loving relationship with each other and their children. This world is imperfect, people are imperfect and selfish, thus relationships are imperfect and inevitably break down. It is not ideal to have a single parent family. It is not ideal to have a no mother or no father, but two fathers or two mothers. The reality of life is that relationships breakdown, parents die, people are horrible to each other, to their children, and therefore, our birthright to a mother and father in a secure family is taken away. The ideal family doesn't happen the way it should for everyone, but it does happen for many I am one of these. This is ideal and this is our birthright. Don't go telling me that children of broken families do not wish that their parents were still together, or that their mother or father treated them better, or that their mother or father did not die when they were young, or that adopted children do not wish at some stage in their lives to find out about their biological families. It is their birthright which they did not recieve through no fault of their own, but does that mean we should willingly wish this upon generations yet to be born through advocating homosexual families. So, in support of this article, we do not want children to continue to miss out on a mother and father because the governments of this generation legislated that it was ok to let gay couples raise them as their own, knowing that they would be denied their birthright of a family combination of mother and father. Yes, there is such a thing as community role models, but how is this the same as knowing your own mother or your own father and being raised and influenced by them? The truth is that you are influenced the most in life by your own family and the way you were raised. I know gay couples are already allowed to adopt children, but we need to look at the bigger picture, for the benefit of our society and future generations. We cannot let marriage be normalised as anything goes, if it's love then it should be for anyone what ever the gender. It has been trashed by plenty of hetrosexual couples (ie Britany Spears, Hugh Heffner, your next door neighbour!), but in its true and honourable sense, it is meant for a man and woman to become mother and father and raise children. This is the ideal and we need to strive for this. It is what is best for society.

once when i was 23, i let a guy with a really small dick fuck me. i was single and had only had sex maybe twice tops at that point so my pussy was really really tight. he was cute and nice and seemed so eager and i was curious so we met up one day and didnt even talk much, we both got naked and he was in great shape. had a tight white body but a cock the size of a thumb.

i was actually relieved because i lost my virginity that year and anything bigger than that was just awful. well, i asked him what positions he liked as i was really inexperienced. he didnt seem to know much either and it was sort of awkward but comforting to know that this was in fact perfect beyond our imperfections. i got on my knees and opened my mouth really wide. not realizing it wasnt necessary and slowly tightened my lips until his cock was sealed in tight. i never made anyone cum while sucking dick because i didnt know how…..yet. but i watched enough porn to know that it wasnt actually a blow or suck but a nice tight tongue and lip stroke by moving my head like i was really grooving to a sort of slow rhythmic song.

even though his dick was small, it was so hard and it made me happy that i was at leat doing it right. but my pussy became ultimately wet when i started tasting old cum. i took his hand off of my head and guided it down my ass and a finger into my pussy hole so that he could feel exactly what he was making me feel. and because that was no doubt the best pussy shave i had ever done for myself.

his entire body tensed up and he walked away grabbing his dick and jamming his finger into his gooch. i was nervous that maybe id hurt him? but he turned around really quick and invited me to his bed. we were in the missionary position so when he tried to stick his dick into me, i felt this really warm, wet hard dick head barely reaching past my pussy lips. we ended up switching to doggy style and from the porn videos, i knew right away to spread my legs and arch my back as much as i could.

he had to push his dick into my pussy like you would when you do anal on a girl for the first time because it was so tight even though it was wet. but when he put it in, for the first time, i wasnt in pain and praying that it would be over soon. i didnt have to fake my moans. he didnt fill my pussy with his cock but his short stroke was for sure massaging my g spot and it felt so good. not only that, because his dick was so small, he had to really push his body into me to get past my as and fully into my pussy so i could feel his abs flexing on my asshole, spreading my ass cheeks apart with every short, quick pump.

the whole sex part only lasted maybe 3 min tops but i still remember it like it was yesterday. it was only as he started pumping harder and faster like how anyone does when it starts to feel that good, that i remembered to say something about a condom which was already to late. he had been nutting in me and stroking in it before i even thought about it. i know that was dumb of me but im thankful i never got pregnant, didnt catch any std or anything.

i never saw him again though. afterwards, when i had time to think about it, i was annoyed that i didnt get to cum. i was even more annoyed that he kept apologizing, saying it was just so tight and blah blah. i just couldnt be teased like that again and was sure i could find someone else like him. i never did. but i still cant contact him, he texted me for months saying sorry and did i want to see him again even after i said no several times. so thats my confession….i had sex with a guy who had a small dick and liked it more than any dick bigger than his. sometimes i replay that day in my head and get off to it. thats when i end up climaxing with my fingers inside my pussy where his dick reached once.

Okay Motherless - here is the 2nd girl that likes to be told about her imperfections and treated like dirt.

I am here to say; don't sweat your Imperfections.
after all, even Jesus was not very good at swimming.

signed,

dog

I confess that sometimes it bothers me the way I was raised. I suppose there's nothing I can do about it since I have my own moral compass of what's right and what's wrong, but still, I can't help but to wonder the path not taken, y'know?

The reason why I think about this is because I lived a sheltered life and was raised to be a God fearing boy. As a result, I was very reserved growing up and missed out on a few good things in my life that in my heart, I wished I summoned the balls to act out on. Yeah...you can probably guess where I'm going with this.

Back during the summer before my freshman high school year, this girl was totally into me. ME of all people, like, genuinely and this wasn't just another hopeless crush or daydream fantasy. Oh, no! This babe would be all over me sometimes or at least try to be, she sent out ALL the signals that she wanted to fuck, but, because of my then Christian ways/beliefs, I had to politely decline. I was so fucking caught up in the mindset that I should 'save myself', but years later when I realized that I had the power to choose to believe in what I thought is the one truth and felt that I had been brainwashed from the very moment I was out of the womb to believe in a silent, invisible god, I began to think about my life thus far.

That girl was beautiful and as corny as this sounds, she had a run-in with a lot of bad guys that did her wrong. And she genuinely liked me because of my good heart as well as my imperfect looks. I can't stop thinking about the one that got away and even though it was my own cowardice and self-doubt that let her slip through my fingers, I can't help but to think to blame the lies I've been fed by my stupidly blinded, God devoted family since day one. I WAS BASICALLY BRED AND TRAINED TO BE PUT INTO THE FRIENDZONE. WHY GOD. WHY??? (lmfao)

Getting laid, let alone finding a girl that sees me for me is a war these days and it sucks. This isn't a call for pity. Just a frustrated 20 something needing to vent and trying to move on to live a better life. Thanks for listening. XD

P.S.: No, going gay will not solve my problems. I wasn't born gay and guys, relationship or sexual relationship wise don't give me a boner. You may or may not see some gay faves in my profile, but that's because I get fucking bored as hell sometimes and I like a variety in my porn just like I like variety in my food, movies, books, music, etc.