All right Valerie. I’m here at the coffee shop. The girl who rang me up for my hot green tea for here had a lisp, a little underbite. Pointy little tongue that can’t quite get behind her lips and teeth for sibilants. And there’s some sensory thing, some synesthesia from the sound, her sucking my dick, her tongue playing the tip like a pit viper tasting air, but I can’t follow that thought where it goes because I joined Sex and Love Addicts Anonymous. Curtailing addictive behaviors. The other barista here’s a great big fat curly hair Mexican and I’d like her to suck my dick also. I want to give her an ass massage with baby oil and swim around in her crack. Frolic in it like a kid in a fire hydrant.
I get to jack off every other day. Today’s the day. I have to wait until 3PM. I don’t want to flip out over women anymore. Don’t want to think every Hinge date I hold hands with is my wife. That if I fuck up with her it’s my last chance. Doing this since December sixth- every sss and tthhhh sound I’m thinking about her sucking my dick, her little hissing lisp- I’m sorry, I didn’t mean this to be gross- December sixth. This week I feel it working. My prostate’s the size of a lemon. It blocked my piss yesterday.
My AA sponsor, also in SLAA, told me he stopped being horny from it. No longer woke up with a boner. I still wake up with a coconut smasher. Angry little plum at the end puffing up with my pulse. I think about my sugar baby Veronica Pham for a minute, former sugar baby, swollen cherry head grinding in the sheets-
Iranian woman with wide low hips short legs and a big ass in jeans-
my former sugar baby who I can’t text anymore. She’s beautiful. She has great stories. Her show quality pussy, its elegant coloration- save it for another day. You can’t control your thoughts. But you can choose what to fixate on. Dasha tweets “Drinking a new type of smoothie.” I can choose not to picture it. Age appropriate Hispanic woman. Again in jeans, and a knit beret, with a satisfying meaty ass. And I look at it for a second. Then back down at my keyboard. Not that hard. And what I wanted to stop was not the whores. Sugar babies. Raw first date sex from Hinge with creampie. Middle age Chinese masseuse palpating my ass cheeks. Rotely choking my oily member. Laughing at the insane volume of ejaculate. I’d like to keep all that. But I stop doing it, and it starts to work. I see it is about horniness. I fixate on girls from it.
I try to stay sane but the smell of Filipino pussy turns me into a baboon. And I want more and more of it. I can’t even objectify women. I like women as people because they make me horny. I think oh my God does she like me. And when she does I get sick of her. That’s what I want to stop doing.
The Shins is playing in the coffee shop. The keyboard player from this band smacked his girl around in a hotel room in the California boondocks somewhere. She was a model. Whatever you have going for you, you date someone with more so they can abuse you.
Angela won’t like this post. She’s right, it sucks. I make women my higher power. There’s someone I like and respect. Someone I could date. Or be friends with. Just sleep with, whatever. We could fucking play tennis. But I’m afraid of her like you’re afraid of a wild animal. She could hurt me, without meaning to. Because of how I am with women.
Now the other Shins song is paying. New Slang, that I used to sing with my ex Courtney when we did coke together. Before she died. I’m about to lose it. Crying man in a coffee shop. Some cool guy sits next to me, some 6 foot 3 25 year old with all that ahead of him. Interrupts my old man tears. I gotta cry to this song but am I gonna walk a mile back to my house and put it on YouTube and cry in private. We worked together. The girl in the next cubicle. If I never fall in love again she was enough.
Another young girl from some Sassanid empire ethnicity, very pretty, loose clothes, can’t see the body.
And oh God this fat Mexican. Here comes a girl who looks just like Veronica Pham. Her long black hair. She’s wearing Birkenstocks. Same round little nose almost. I love that kind of face. I would marry that kind of face. Veronica sobered me up when she asked for more money. Don’t flirt with your eyes. None of these women would look at me. Used to piss me off but now a relief. Veronica’s a left wing activist. The best pussy’s passionate about trans rights and black lives matter.
I want to be in a committed relationship with one woman I love and respect. Chubby Indian girl stretches. Shows her midriff.
I want to have children with this woman. I want to take care of them all, and the cat too. I want to have a family. I want them to feel unconditional love. I want my wife to be a good, funny and cool person. I want to be a good, honest, non-manipulative person. I want to write and have it be interesting, without degenerate behavior as the story engine. I want a nice house in a quiet place and some peace. I want someone to share it with. Someone to be of service to. Is that boring.
delicioustacos 
I’ve been reading you for years (I am not really that much older than you, with similar LA experiences so I get most of it) with the exception of one thing: I know exactly what you say you want, but I’ve never seen you dive into why you never take the leap.
You’d come out way ahead in the PI because your only competition is a bunch of Australian expats with eyes that never point in the same direction. You won’t be sucked into PI Isis the way you’ve described, so why haven’t you taken the plunge?
That entry would *not* be boring.
Everything is boring. Even something exciting gets boring. And then you want to make changes, get more, spice it up. Look at Andrew Tate. He must’ve felt so much joy and excitement when he bought his first supercar. Now he says he has 33 of them. Probably rotates through just as many women. Fuck a hottie long enough and you may get tired of her, the repetition. Or she reveals an unlikeable personality trait. You may start wanting variety again. More. Look at all the women you’ve fucked over the years. Must’ve been at least 100 of them, and yet you still keep churning and burning, wanting more. Look at your survival rifle, which you used to mention often. When it was new it was cool and exciting. Now it’s just another toy you use from time to time. Not a big deal. Your brain got used to it. Boredom is part and parcel of existence. Just make sure that when you “spice things up” a bit, it doesn’t get you injured, imprisoned or killed. Look at Cernovich, the tagline for his site used to be “for men who want more”. Now he doesn’t even blog anymore. Has a substack. Calls himself a mommyblogger. His wife is cool and seems perfect and nice, but both of them are getting noticeably older. Time marches on. But there will always be legal teen pussy out there, looking for fun, for guidance, for safety. It is the final adventure, of getting unlimited teen pussy, that is the untamed man’s calling. It is what drove European men to sail the open seas, to conquer, colonize. Many died. Many stayed at home, were farmers, blacksmiths, etc. Explains why so many of Euro-descent are weak and cowardly. Most of the adventurous ones probably died before passing on their genes. Anyway, settling down seems incredibly boring if deep-down you are a degenerate sex addict with trust issues. Paranoia might be good trait, to sense danger and prepare. I don’t think I can ever settle down, it’s not safe to do so until the Final Solution happens.
deltacos was a degenerate sex addict for over a decade. creampied pussies and anuses (anii?) all across LA county. still unhappy. now sees it as a chore. an itch that only gets relief from scratching, then it returns in a few hours. horniness reduced to a fricken annoying mosquito bite. but if only he can play his cards right, if he has the correct MINDSET and GRINDSET, he can raise plenty of strong, tall, smart, handsome sons all across le SEasia. Jason Momoa-type chads who only speak in ooga booba grunts, do hakka dances and stick their tongues out. they’ll be so effective at pulling free food out of the ocean they’ll holocaust entire species of edible sea life. will need emu, chicken, turkey and ostrich farms to satiate their hunger. then bison, cattle, wild boar. if DT and his fellow white conquistadors focus on getting Pussy-rich in the Pussy-gold-rush, they can revolutionize the gene pool, reshape the world. it’s just too bad they’re caught up about financial uncertainties before making the move. tragic. but surely there are many who got crypto-rich and are already over there, doing the deed, in Bali, in Phuket, in Bolinao. will you sack up and join them? or will you continue browsing the RED SCARE roasties twatter feeds.
This post was boring and not funny. Didn’t laugh once. Still writing about hte same topics. Stuck.
Success.
Stuckcess.
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One of my faves. Loved it
It’s supposed to be boring. But the poignant thing to pay attention to is that it is all true. This is evidence of self awareness of your “dark side” that just wants to fuck girls, and your heart that wants to transmit love and positive energy to the people in your lives.
It might be boring, and I know DT could have added some bits and punchlines there to add humour – piece of cake. But he decided to write what is true about his experience at that point in time. That’s what some of us are here for. To find someone courageous enough to air their perverted fantasies, it helps some of us know that we are not alone.
You guys need to get off haraunging DT because he didn’t write what you wanted. If you want to be entertained, go buy The Pussy, Hot Naked Tits, and read up all his blog posts from 2012-2014 around when he got sober.
From then own his energy changed and he’s in a different space from the drug days and he’s had to write from that place now. That’d be less exciting, but if you journal in the way DT recommends you do, you’d find these boring entries of your little failures actually help you feel better.
DT’s life for sure is not exactly terrible as it comes across on the blog posts, you only need to listen to the podcasts he appears on to realize this guy’s is a perfectly normal articulate and intelligent guy with cool shit going on in his life. But writing about your successes is boring. And less people can relate to that.
DT, just keep writing what is true about your experience. It motivates me to keep writing too.
Here’s some shit I wrote in 2020: https://shiewhunnues.medium.com/the-mannequin-f8c183b4aec6 . You might not see the commonality with DT’s style. But he’s entirely influenced how I write.
Again, DT. Just keep writing and posting the truth. I am glad you have a much wholesome life and still are committed to posting on the blog once a month even though you really can just quit this shit.
DT, what are your thoughts on this Pinay, I find her incredibly cute:
youtube com/@Babetravelling
she has nice big tiddies but most of her videos are absolute shite. so shallow, lacking detail, you can’t really even call them “reviews”. her overly-positive personality, I got sick of and can easily find grating on a day-to-day basis. if you pause her videos you can see she’s over 30 and starting to look busted. still would bang though of course but that’s about it. would have been prime breeding material 10-15 years ago. now just another wannabe youtuber. pathetic. stop simping. at least she doesn’t have a paypal donation or patreon link.
Get your throat slit you disgusting senile misogynist. Males deserve to die.
Feels sad and honest. You can be who you want to be, I believe in u brother.
You had to put on that reference to owning a cat at the end of your post.
What is wrong with you? Why are you such a pussy when it comes to cats?
That cat reference ruined the entire post. Made everyone remember what a homo you are inside.