Please forgive my ignorance, but if a PF [pussy fart] is called a “queef”, and only women can queef (I assume), is there a special word for the anal gas passing of the gentle gender?
Please, your wit is beautiful. Write something about “sounds”, a very specialized BDSM device most women smile ear-to-ear when they discover it. Thanks!
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From: “raymi snuff”
To: “Paul”
Subject: RE: Dear Raymi
Date: Tue, 27 Jul 2004 05:57:00 +0000
hmm, well im not that much of a bdsm head, tho i love sadism and the like
u would probably be better at writing than i, tell me more about it tho
From: “Paul”
To: suitesoleil@hotmail.com
Subject: RE: Dear Raymi
Date: Tue, 27 Jul 2004 07:22:16 -0400
Okay. Sounds are long, slim surgical steel rods that are used to insert into a man’s urethra. The most accurate description of the feeling it gives I’ve heard is “cumming in slow motion”. I like it so much I bought my own set.
You should get more into BDSM. If you ever come to NYC, I’d be happy to let you practice on me! Keep writing. You are very good.
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From: “raymi snuff”
To: “Paul”
Subject: RE: Dear Raymi
Date: Fri, 30 Jul 2004 20:14:10 +0000
ehhhm
that doesnt sound too safe?
From: “Paul”
To: suitesoleil@hotmail.com
Subject: RE: Dear Raymi
Date: Fri, 30 Jul 2004 17:08:04 -0400
It is as long as someone shows you how. I know it sounds weird, but it is a completely great experience. To each his own…
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From: “raymi snuff”
To: “Paul”
Subject: RE: Dear Raymi
Date: Mon, 09 Aug 2004 21:17:25 +0000
no im not judging
just like
shocked
never heard of it before
is it safe longterm like can it cause anything bad to happen to yer peepee
From: “Paul”
To: suitesoleil@hotmail.com
Subject: RE: Dear Raymi
Date: Mon, 09 Aug 2004 17:33:50 -0400
I have not had anything worse than occasional slight irritation, usually due to SWI (Sounding While Intoxicated) and getting into the merit badge mentality of seeing how much I can take. It is an immensely pleasant sensation when done correctly. I have also had the pleasure of showing several ladies how to use them on me, and their faces light up when they get into it. They usually say it is because penetrating a man is a neat turnaround from the vanilla pentration of the woman by a man.
If you are ever out in NY/NJ land, I’d be happy to arrange a meeting with a Domme who can show you these lovely devices being used on me!
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From: “raymi snuff”
To: “Paul”
Subject: RE: Dear Raymi
Date: Tue, 10 Aug 2004 16:31:09 +0000
hmmm well ok sure yah totally can i take pictures for my website?
this is my friend ymc of ymc fame with his dad and his brother. you are allowed to write to him and be his friend and be annoying and give him your vagina but still he will think you are a big lame.
global internet pussy penis games we thinks, no longer be cool. now that the folks are doing it, it is like, feh. now we just want to bump into one another playing hopscotch or sitting on a streetcurb and i pull up on my peewee herman bicycle and i say you are a piece of chalk and you go i KNOW! and we don’t even bother trying to high-five one another because that would be too cool, cool. cool?
anyhow yah, ymc is going to be all rich and famous moreso than before. his site got linkified in one of those maxim-style magazines (pfffft) and now they want his site to be on telephones or something.
he linked me somewhere there too but in a way so i don’t even know where it is and anyone who is anyone won’t know either so that, truely is, a wonderful thing.
I taped yer WobblyBob drawring to the wall in my cubicle this morning and I’ve already gotten a handful of “wutsthat?” from nosey people walking by. I alternate between telling them it’s a sketch by my talented artist friend or my retarded cousin.
Har.
-filter
no this picture is not of filter. it is of an inflatable hello kitty chair with some guy on it because he is badass and that is all.
so ya i took down all the links on the side over there. not to ‘dis anyone, just to clean it up. you will be linked still if you make a point to email me and be personable and nice and and and yah, no more perma-links, for now anyway, just links in posts, ok?
this site is going to be fucking fantabular tres soon complete with partial-pay shiznat, photo-galleries, live raymi webcam in front of a fancy screen in a studio on the moon! (no vaginas being seen) me living loving being retarded reading you books standing on my face, you know..and the writing will still be there and other fun whistles and smells. i have kept this thing going for years and years despite all my everything and anything that tried to get in my fucking way take all my money fuck all my boyfriends smash all my shit leach off my popularity and generosity and now i feel i can push it some more, hire some whores, you know, kid stuff. and yes i will remember every rotten thing ever said to me about this garbage what is my blog and people who cried over me bumming a smoke here and there when i throw them armloads of internet girlfriends and monies and everything.
not cut off, just cut out for awhile. plus i have this other fancy corporate posish to do totally separate from raymitheminx so yeh, disability-shmishability.
i have a lot of thinking to do now, working, and playing with a sparkly wand then casting spells on my cat and i have to find a new apartment and a dog!
i’m a nymphocrazyiac.
please bounce a tennis ball off my head when you next see me or throw mustard onto my shoelaces, i like that.
there’s a link to my new pal joe. he took a bunch of pictures of me with his friend at this totally retardedly crazy and fun party in the streetsvegas and i chipped my tooth on my own beer bottle and his friend is all um are you wasted or drunk or something and i said no i am a performance artist so shut up and no you can’t play my bloody valentine i have to play MY music i am creating an atmosphere here, they kinda got retarded over my generosity of posing and shit and everyone was just laughing and smashing through the hole in scott’s door.
and oh yes this picture of me on fagboard at the go station was taken by mikey. he wasn’t allowed to take his bike on the train kuz of rush hour so we said bye bye and i sat beside the world’s biggest sketchbag and he only shutted-up once i gave him these apple sauce things what parkdalemiddleton gave to me. m6k!
I just cruised your blog… man… there’s some fucked-up people in this world.
What’s that stuff about anti raymi… Shit… I guess some people have too much time on their hands!
I hope you don’t give a damn to those guys… there’s no use.
I’ve been a lazy bastard lately… but I feel my furious blogging days are comming soon!
About the not knowing what you want until you get it… It reminds me this song of this very strange portuguese dude! His name is Antonio Variações and he died with AIDS in the late 80’s… but he was the first public case of AIDS in Portugal.
He was totally gay and eccentric… and also very intelligent and sensitive… so he sang something like:
we were on the boat and the kid was all i have been a member for 21 years meanwhile he has been alive for only 20 and i tole the lady to go ahead and sleep in her stupid boat good call the cops but then we had la raza for each other and she said get out of here so you don’t get in troubles but we had to go back for zak’s skateboard.
richshitkids make us laugh but we love them no less and no more.
next of gin.
sisters are doin’ it for themselves.
why did you bring that girl to my bar and my bitches bar and no i am definitely not paying for that beernazi.
fuck she hates those fucking chicks.
we both make faces at each other behind our backs just because you have a big stupid head of hair and a hair clip and yeh i saw u get elbowed in the face by your manager and u bailed on the floor and spilt two pints on yo’self.
me and bunny put tits in our vaginas and yelled at rollerblading fags with zak in the bar and i called bartender hey asshole and he got mad and then i got sad because he got mad and then we agreed that he IS an asshole and i a big SUCKbaby and everything was fine.
fil was like is that rollerblading fag joke going around right now kuz i just heard it too. spooky.
my hair is hostage to potential-dreds right now.
a lawn dart plunked onto the roof and almost into our heads and i threw the teniis ball over the fence because I AM A TENNIS BALL.
i fucking was so lame at scrabble last nite i was all yeh dude get ready for BIG WORDS because when i do something having to do with mathematics and letters and points i am in my element and dadraymi was like sure ok and then i kept thinking that double word score was double letter score and the other way around so i would get 12 points instead of three-hundred, agahhh!
then i sort of had a sketch-out, started crying and went to sleep.
ME!
ex bf is hearing nu “news” about me and/or lying about it be because the shit i am hearing is ridiculous. who is tanner and when did i force him to give me coke in a driveway? fuck that noise, seriously.
the men in this town can suck my balls and their sons are even worse.
