Any male sagging their pants should legally be allowed to get hit with a paintball or airsoft projectile.
Any woman who blatantly shows cleavage that have defects such as wrinkles, droopiness, poor appearance, visible stretch marks, or is offensive looking should be required by law to wear a trench coat with the phrase "You don't wanna know"
(Disclaimer: those lacking sense of humor look away)
(Disclaimer: No hipsters were harmed in the creation of this fashion statement)
The Anti-Prude
(Disclaimer: Prudes would probably be offended by this one)
Prudes may prefer squatting over their hand and let their anuses speak the language of it's people... be my guest.
(Disclaimer: those lacking sense of humor look away)
Cranking your vibrator up to full power and screaming "Oh god" doesn't count. Neither does getting off at "intelligence".
I'm not telling you...
Let's talk about uptight and prude chatters and Ops.
Uptight Chatters: Your life has got to be quite miserable if your offended by ideas and situations that exist outside your mind. I recommend you lighten up, we are all adults and shouldn't be censored from swearing and sexual situations.
Prude Chatters: Just because your sexual life is disappointing or non-existing doesn't mean Sexual talk should be taboo. If your room has a minimum age of 18+ or 21+ then why are we enforcing PG-13 content? Most normal people aren't erotophobic and therefore are able to express and enjoy sexual themes.
Have you noticed that both predominant political parties have a representation of an animal that stands on it's fours? I mean... are they just out to butt hump you with legislative changes? Hah... bet you didn't think about it that way.
(enlightenment...)
Anywho, lets touch on chat politics. Room Ops are not to be mistaken for a democratic inspired cyber policing. It stands to reason that most if not all Ops play favorites. There is always that ONE Op however, who supersedes the clinical definition of a control freak. The emergence of overprotecting some chatters who aren't Ops makes for a very rigid and unfair chat environment.
(Disclaimer: The following may contain offensive passages)
I do not subscribe to neologistic terms that sound like something silly such as Pansexual (sexually aroused by non-stick pans) or Sapiosexual (sexually aroused by saplings). People are ridiculous in identifying themselves with words that make them sound smarter, but are not recognized by a respected authority in it's general subject. Technically those neologisms are NOT sexual orientations, but merely portmanteaus of hacked latin terms intertwined with a recognizable standard english term (e.g. ArgentoSexual = sexually aroused by money) whereby "Argentum" is latin for Money and more specifically Monetary Silver. There you have it... I'm Heterosexual (this is a recognized sexual orientation)
This is none of your concern really. Chat people are very inquisitive on trivial matters. Unless I live close enough and have an interest in you, there's really no point in stating this. Mind your d@mn business.
(Disclaimer: this may hurt some feelings)
As for general relationship building, chatrooms aren't what they used to be. You can rarely meet a person who has negligible issues if none at all. What are generally left as a majority in chatrooms are people with some sort of clinical issue that prevents them from establishing long lasting intelligible relationships. In other words, if I meet socially apt people in chat to establish a lasting friendship then I have found the proverbial needle in a haystack.
Great for getting into those hard to reach places, you really wish you had small fingers for.
(Disclaimer: those lacking sense of humor would have found the former offensive)
I believe in year round schooling, strict discipline and an exercise regiment fit for children. Any child who is overweight should be sent to a form of boot camp and parents fined for non-compliance with this rule.
... and remember kids, PHUK your chatroom rules! I bet you like me already. Go suck a droopy tit somewhere!
(sing this part) I Love what you do for me, NOVARTUS!
(Disclaimer: Quite frankly, you're a cornball if you didn't appreciate any part of this)