JanineMacPherson

Wow, okay so I appear to have lost a solid evening's worth of writing - earlier this week I'd decided I'd been in a bit of a foul mood the last time I'd updated my profile, and so I'd started writing something wherein I didn't come off nearly so much like s tough-as-nails bitch who'd just as soon kick the crap out of someone as give 'em the suckjob of a lifetime... lol. Hey, I'm good but I'm not so vainglorious as to make a claim like THAT. Well, not publicly. Much.<br/><br/>I'd been talking about feeling no shame at my having been around the block (or walking parallel to the block, camping out for concert tockets somewhere along the block, staying in a swank hotel room somewhere above the block, getting drunk or stoned in a laneway running off from the blick - well, you get the pucture) more than once or twice.<br/><br/>To my way of looking at things, this makes me more well-rounded (my curves can attest to my well-roundedness, that's for sure) and more companionable a girl than some. I won't play into this ongoing tendency between cohorts to indulge in pointless backbiting, but I'll say this much of myself: I've opened more than s few pairs of eyes as to what a "fat old tranny bitch" like me can, and usually does, bring along with her to the table.<br/><br/>Because I enjoy sex. To paraphrase the Subgenius Yetis of my acquaintance, I enjoy the Hell out of sex. And if I'm having sex with you, it's because I'M ALL IN, and nothing halfway about it. If there's anything that's ever really caught me off guard, it's been on those occasions when the man I'm with is just so honestly surprised by how much of a good time I had with him. I've never rally known what to say to something like that (because what do I know about other peoples' sex lives?). I guess I'd just hate to think that people having an awesome fun time while fucking like benobos isn't the exception to the rule.<br/><br/>Okay, before I write any more and risk losing what I already have added, I'm going to stop and justvlet this go back to where it started (with me being all linda pissed-off and ready to rumble with some jerks I'd been feeling more than a little annoyed with at the time:<br/><br/>--------------<br/><br/>Before getting started, I'll say this upfront: if and when you're dealing with me, it's best you exercise caution - or, at the very least, exhibit some basic courtesy - before making assumptions or giving yourself permission to be an insincere douchenozzle. Never ever forget that this city just isn't nearly so large that it affords much by way of anonymity as you may at first assume... and always best in mind that treating others shabbily can boomerang right back at you (seemingly at the least convenient times or places).<br/><br/>In short? Either man up or fuck off... but don't go yanking my chain.<br/><br/>It's now been 2+ years living openly as Janine 24/7. I know that a few of my admirers here on xhamster have expressed some confusion, re; the semi-cryptic allusions I've made concerning money matters, so - let me be as blunt as possible (without divulging more than need be, lest I find myself running afoul of the people moderating this site):<br/><br/>Cosmetics, hair products, shoes, hosiery, exciting lingerie and fetching outerwear all share this much in common: they don't grow on trees. And as you may well imagine, it's damned hard to maintain the needed stocks of these supplies due to having lost my job in May of 2018.<br/><br/>While I doubt most of you are aerospace engineers or neurosurgeons, I'd nonetheless like to think those of you taking the time to read my blurb are clever enough to connect the dots on this. So: to those of you who reside in (or who plan to visit) the GTA - that is to say, those of you with a knack for connecting dots - I will look forward to hearing from you.