So i had to spend all day doing adult stuff again, some in direct contact with men in suits, these guys are just so lifeless, entering company premises is like stepping into zombieland.
Anyway, when I was able to return to the real world, I found a post on tumblr by @goonloser about how he’s turning into a bator, and he lists what he used to do and no longer does, like masturbating 3 times a week but wearing different socks every day. My first reaction was, wow, talk about wrong priorities, but then i remembered i used to do all that stuff. It’s how we’re brought up, be responsible, don’t think for yourself, use deodorant, never let on that you’re a sexual creature. You should have seen the living dead i had to deal with today, i’’m sure if they ever do bate they do it without breathing so the wife lying in a suburban semi-coma next to them doesn’t wake up. But i don’t think they bate because they all look like they’re too damaged to even find their dick.
So anyway, being a bator means, among other things, staying in touch with one’s animal nature, you can bate like a baboon and nobody can tell you to pull yourself together. If it means wearing the same socks for more than a week it’s okay. Socks don’t make a man, the dong makes the man.