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Hurts far less than a tattoo
Hurts far less than a tattoo
http://axissallynorthwest.blogspot.com/
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Well, so far the new job is just the same as the old job: the usual eclectic group of associates who are just so thrilled about a new person in the office and they all want to know if I work out.
And, just like at the old job, everyone drives either a BMW or a huge truck like mine. It's nice to fit in!
I had this interesting experience at a botox clinic this morning. I was in the waiting room and this Asian woman came in with her mongoloid-looking child and asked if I could get off the couch, because her son wanted to sit there.
He was wandering around the waiting room knocking stuff over, and all the other couches and chairs were occupied. This woman expected me to stand, or to sit on the floor, so her precious child could have the couch.
I can't decide who I hate more: people who bring their damn dogs everywhere and expect them to be catered to, or people who bring their damn kids everywhere and expect the same. At least you can just kick the dog!
So I just told this woman, "Uh, I would also like to sit on the couch."
I, as in, the paying customer who had arrived first. And you know what, even if I had come in while her little cunt-nugget was already drooling on the couch, that couch would still be mine. I belong there, the kid does not.
Maybe this bitch was a single mom, and with a face like hers, I could see that. All the botox in the world wouldn't make her a person worthy of anything! But still, if you can't afford a babysitter, maybe you can't afford to have toxins injected into your face?
Or, maybe she could afford it, but no one wanted to be in the same room with her kid, because he was a piece of crap. I've been there, I'm sorry to say. No one wanted to watch my two kids because at age 25 I was more concerned that the kids be allowed to "express themselves" (meaning scream and whine) than that they grow up to be quality people. If you have money to pay for a babysitter and you still can't get one, it's because your kids are horrible, and it's your fault.
My kids almost got expelled from preschool because, as liberal parents, we did very little in the way of actual discipline in the home. We had to really lay down the law so they would be accepted back.
I hope she was getting the botox to look good for someone who beats her for not getting the laundry done! I hope her kid grows up to be embarrassed about his nasty skank of a mom and acts out by becoming an emo fag!
So I refused to give up my seat. I'm like the Rosa Parks of my time; you know, the white version, who can no longer move her forehead. (Which, by the way, was why I was there. My coach suggested it because I have a habit of furrowing my brow in the middle of a routine and I just wanted to give it a try and see if it would help.)
Anyway...regarding my job situation, I got an email suggesting that maybe people would like me more if I showed a little bit of humility and remorse about my past.
So...people would like me better if I lied to them?!
First of all, I don't really have the time for more friends right now. I have to wait-list people.
I mean, after work and the gym and the kids, I have Frank, and then I have my new movement cell, and some work friends, and some local family, and my bodybuilder friends. So the time for any new actual, not-online friends is very scarce. Basically, if you don't do what I do, I don't have time for you. My real-life friends today are people who work where I work or who go to the gyms I frequent. So, I have little motivation for trying to garner more approval among people I will most likely never meet.
And, I'm sure it's evident that, while I'm not exactly proud of how I used to make my living, I'm not exactly wallowing in shame over it, either. I'm not much of an actress (as many of you can testify) and I don't think I could pull off a very convincing "ashamed and repenting" act. When I laid it all out for the boss, I said that I had left that lifestyle and was glad to be out of it, but I never hinted that I was ashamed.
And, as I recall, that has been a lot of movement people's beef with me: "And she's not even sorry!"
No...not really...I've said it before, if I had the chance to live out my entire life all over again, and had the power to change things, I would change absolutely nothing. No regrets, no apologies.
I believe honesty is best, and my honest attitude about my life is that much of it was hilarious! I had a very detailed blog back then and you know, that is something I regret: letting that get lost. I didn't actually delete the site (it was something like Myspace for, uh, the industry; a way to get work) but I forgot how to find it.
So, movement super sleuths; I know it takes you a few months to find where I work, but maybe this is something you can find quicker! And, also the titles of some films that were set for release only in the UK. What, you thought the anti-racists actually listed my entire works?!
Oops. I guess this isn't very humble. Well, I think I'll soon have a lot more to be an arrogant dick about, because I am in the process of moving out of the ghetto and into a much nicer neighborhood, closer to Frank and the new job. I figured it was worth a bit of extra money to get a nicer place, even if it will be a little smaller. I have a cavernous living room now that's good for practicing my routines, so I might have to take more of my practices to the gym.
Oh, and Frank was over here yesterday and he ATE THE ENTIRE PEANUT BUTTER PIE that was his Thanksgiving treat, so I'm going to make him another one and hide it. Men!
Posted by Axis Sally at 5:50 PM MONDAY, NOVEMBER 19, 2012
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quote="Axis Sally"]
November 19, 2012 8:57 PM
Were you an extra in the background or something?
In reality, it was a very sad life and it took me a while to be able to laugh at it. I did have one boyfriend back then (the guy I almost married) and he said his main problem with it was that I "ruined" the experience of watching porn for him. He said before he knew me, he could watch the videos because the women weren't real people to him, but then after he met me he was forced to see the other side of the industry and concede that all those women were someone's mother and/or someone's daughter; in other words, real people. And he didn't like being forced to see that.
So with men I've seen the best thing is to be honest; once you go out on a few dates just lay it on him. Best to hear it from me rather than discover it, uh, elsewhere, ya know? If a guy can't handle it then we just call it quits and split on friendly terms. We all have our deal-breakers and that is one for many people.
Frank's response was basically, "Who cares; that was years ago."
It is mildly embarrassing knowing that people I work with or interact with on a professional basis have seen me in some very unflattering ways. I was kinda fat back then. But a lot of people are into that.[/quote]
Hurts far less than a tattoo
http://axissallynorthwest.blogspot.com/
http://whitenationalist.org/forum/sh...=7684#post7684
Well, so far the new job is just the same as the old job: the usual eclectic group of associates who are just so thrilled about a new person in the office and they all want to know if I work out.
And, just like at the old job, everyone drives either a BMW or a huge truck like mine. It's nice to fit in!
I had this interesting experience at a botox clinic this morning. I was in the waiting room and this Asian woman came in with her mongoloid-looking child and asked if I could get off the couch, because her son wanted to sit there.
He was wandering around the waiting room knocking stuff over, and all the other couches and chairs were occupied. This woman expected me to stand, or to sit on the floor, so her precious child could have the couch.
I can't decide who I hate more: people who bring their damn dogs everywhere and expect them to be catered to, or people who bring their damn kids everywhere and expect the same. At least you can just kick the dog!
So I just told this woman, "Uh, I would also like to sit on the couch."
I, as in, the paying customer who had arrived first. And you know what, even if I had come in while her little cunt-nugget was already drooling on the couch, that couch would still be mine. I belong there, the kid does not.
Maybe this bitch was a single mom, and with a face like hers, I could see that. All the botox in the world wouldn't make her a person worthy of anything! But still, if you can't afford a babysitter, maybe you can't afford to have toxins injected into your face?
Or, maybe she could afford it, but no one wanted to be in the same room with her kid, because he was a piece of crap. I've been there, I'm sorry to say. No one wanted to watch my two kids because at age 25 I was more concerned that the kids be allowed to "express themselves" (meaning scream and whine) than that they grow up to be quality people. If you have money to pay for a babysitter and you still can't get one, it's because your kids are horrible, and it's your fault.
My kids almost got expelled from preschool because, as liberal parents, we did very little in the way of actual discipline in the home. We had to really lay down the law so they would be accepted back.
I hope she was getting the botox to look good for someone who beats her for not getting the laundry done! I hope her kid grows up to be embarrassed about his nasty skank of a mom and acts out by becoming an emo fag!
So I refused to give up my seat. I'm like the Rosa Parks of my time; you know, the white version, who can no longer move her forehead. (Which, by the way, was why I was there. My coach suggested it because I have a habit of furrowing my brow in the middle of a routine and I just wanted to give it a try and see if it would help.)
Anyway...regarding my job situation, I got an email suggesting that maybe people would like me more if I showed a little bit of humility and remorse about my past.
So...people would like me better if I lied to them?!
First of all, I don't really have the time for more friends right now. I have to wait-list people.
I mean, after work and the gym and the kids, I have Frank, and then I have my new movement cell, and some work friends, and some local family, and my bodybuilder friends. So the time for any new actual, not-online friends is very scarce. Basically, if you don't do what I do, I don't have time for you. My real-life friends today are people who work where I work or who go to the gyms I frequent. So, I have little motivation for trying to garner more approval among people I will most likely never meet.And, I'm sure it's evident that, while I'm not exactly proud of how I used to make my living, I'm not exactly wallowing in shame over it, either. I'm not much of an actress (as many of you can testify) and I don't think I could pull off a very convincing "ashamed and repenting" act. When I laid it all out for the boss, I said that I had left that lifestyle and was glad to be out of it, but I never hinted that I was ashamed.
And, as I recall, that has been a lot of movement people's beef with me: "And she's not even sorry!"
No...not really...I've said it before, if I had the chance to live out my entire life all over again, and had the power to change things, I would change absolutely nothing. No regrets, no apologies.
I believe honesty is best, and my honest attitude about my life is that much of it was hilarious! I had a very detailed blog back then and you know, that is something I regret: letting that get lost. I didn't actually delete the site (it was something like Myspace for, uh, the industry; a way to get work) but I forgot how to find it.
So, movement super sleuths; I know it takes you a few months to find where I work, but maybe this is something you can find quicker! And, also the titles of some films that were set for release only in the UK. What, you thought the anti-racists actually listed my entire works?!
Oops. I guess this isn't very humble. Well, I think I'll soon have a lot more to be an arrogant dick about, because I am in the process of moving out of the ghetto and into a much nicer neighborhood, closer to Frank and the new job. I figured it was worth a bit of extra money to get a nicer place, even if it will be a little smaller. I have a cavernous living room now that's good for practicing my routines, so I might have to take more of my practices to the gym.
Oh, and Frank was over here yesterday and he ATE THE ENTIRE PEANUT BUTTER PIE that was his Thanksgiving treat, so I'm going to make him another one and hide it.
Men!Posted by Axis Sally at 5:50 PM MONDAY, NOVEMBER 19, 2012
Comments:
Originally posted by donothingwn
November 19, 2012 8:57 PM
Were you an extra in the background or something?
In reality, it was a very sad life and it took me a while to be able to laugh at it. I did have one boyfriend back then (the guy I almost married) and he said his main problem with it was that I "ruined" the experience of watching porn for him. He said before he knew me, he could watch the videos because the women weren't real people to him, but then after he met me he was forced to see the other side of the industry and concede that all those women were someone's mother and/or someone's daughter; in other words, real people. And he didn't like being forced to see that.
So with men I've seen the best thing is to be honest; once you go out on a few dates just lay it on him. Best to hear it from me rather than discover it, uh, elsewhere, ya know?
If a guy can't handle it then we just call it quits and split on friendly terms. We all have our deal-breakers and that is one for many people. Frank's response was basically, "Who cares; that was years ago."
It is mildly embarrassing knowing that people I work with or interact with on a professional basis have seen me in some very unflattering ways. I was kinda fat back then.
But a lot of people are into that.[/quote]
So I saved the rest . . . but not after I bought him his Christmas jacket.
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