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I'm pretty sure I'm completely missing the point, but how on earth did you find yourself in the situation? Like your dick out and blindfolded in a location that virtually anyone can walk into. All of a sudden with little warning you feel something happening down there but you don't peek or ask what's up, you just sit there silently and long enough for you to realize you're getting the best blowjob of your life.
Honestly the more I describe the scenario the more I realize unless it's a trusted partner, this is not the type of scenario that most women would immediately just start going to town without reason. So if you are strictly looking for a woman, at very least one of sound mind you are probably SOL.
It's a thought experiment. How the fuck do you find yourself in the trolley problem?
You really need to consider the possibilities when deciding whether to take off the blindfold. I think it's reasonable to reflect a bit on how you got there to narrow the possibilities down somewhat.
Also, while i dont have a dick the concept can translatez and i do not fear the dark. I will not shy away from the abyss. Its kinda my thing. If i enjoy something, i enjoy it. I may lie to the world, but i will not lie to myself.
Even if it's, like, a dog, and i have a new problematic fetish.
But what if it's an old wrinkly man going down like it's no tomorrow?
Now i know.
Do you understand what my username means?
Nope.
Hippie philosopher robert anton wilson had this concept, 'chapel perilous', where at the limits of knowing you must either accept that you can't be totally certain about anything, or become an american style conspiracy nut as you retreat into solipsism.
That, but for shittiness instead of truth.
There is a point at which you must either drown yourself in toxic positivity, or accept that everything sucks, at least a little.
I dunno', that sounds like moron defeatism to me. There are MANY things I am fully, wholly, and confidantly certain in, in this shitty world.
I have criticisms of it, the absolutism, but the core concept of being cool with uncertainty appeals.
And i am confident most things suck, at least a little, snd i needed a user name...
Well, hopefully you'll find a wrinkly old man someday to give your tender bits a bit of sucking.
Well i don't think I'm into that. I've had offers. I have no reason to expect they would be this good.
Idk, no teeth getting in the way could be a game chamber. That, and many decades of experience.
Prefer women, but yes do favor experience.
Right, im explaining (a little of) how they're missing the point.