This blog is dedicated to John S. John S has absolutely nothing to do with the BBW/FA world, but he recently told me how much he enjoys watching me go off whenever I have to get something off my chest, and I’m a John S guy, so where we go!
This past weekend, I celebrated my 36th birthday by heading home to Long Island to see friends and family, and I closed the weekend out with my final appearance at the NJ BBW Bash. I’ve got plans in motion to leave the east coast, mainly because there’s too much fuckin’ drama in the northeast for me to leave my apartment for, and I made the decision to make one final appearance in the house that I helped build in Edison, NJ.
And what a weekend it was.
I had the pleasure of having a drink with some truly phenomenal people. When you give less of your time to the people who mistake these events for bordellos or wedding chapels, you’ll find that there truly are some people who will genuinely appreciate you for you, and that they share in your interest to inspire the next generation and make them feel welcome; feel safe. I won’t name any names or post any pictures. Anyone who received a strong embrace from me this past weekend ought to know how much they mean to me, and they ought to know that their presence and friendship are what kept me coming back these past two years.
And there are some new faces to speak of as well. I finally got the chance to meet someone I had been talking to for a good six months or longer. She posted a few photos from the weekend, and not even 24 hours went by before the same ol’ internet terrorists loaded their guns and started shooting. It’s all the same shit: Bruce is racist, Bruce is homophobic, Bruce is a womanizer, Bruce stole Fizzy Lifting Drinks, Bruce is a liar, Bruce is physically abusive, Bruce cheat on every one of his girlfriends, etc.
You guys can’t come up with any new material? Let me know when someone tries to pin me to the September 11th attacks. But not for nothing, for all their slandering, for all their talk…
I didn’t see that bitter old man at NJ Bash. Maybe it’s because people smartened up to his deceitful ways and know enough to never believe that he doesn’t have some kind of agenda.
I didn’t see those two little chipmunks trying to sneak in pictures of the girls on their iPhones at NJ Bash. Maybe it’s because I strangled both of them for doing it last year.
I didn’t see that charming actor looking to fuck girls at the NJ Bash while his thin wife waited for him at home. Maybe it’s because I used this blog to expose him with the help of the wedding photo that someone begged me to take down.
I didn’t see that whiny little hipster leave his near-by home to prey upon naive young girls at NJ Bash. Maybe it’s because he knows that the beating he got from a 6 ft inflatable penis is nothing compared to what I’d put him through if I confronted him on the slanderous comments he’s made about me since I tried to civil with him last year.
The point I’m trying to make is that every last one of these dishonorable men saw fit to stay home where it was safe; where they wouldn’t be called to task. And there are thousands of other trolls and harpies just like them; thousands of other people who talk a big game within the comfort of their bedrooms. Go on and keep talking, kids. Keep my name on your tongues and your keyboards while I spend time with the women that you want to bang.By all means, keep on hating me for being everything that you cannot. But while you hate, while you slander, while you conspire, while you celebrate that I’m leaving the northeast, while you think it’s finally safe to get back in the water, remember this…
Just about every legend in sports and music came out of retirement at some point.