An Invitation to CookyJar
CookyJar,
I have just read your lengthy rant. It wasn't specifically directed towards me, so I don't feel at all insulted by it. My comments below are simply a dispassionate reaction to the content. Be cautioned, however, that I will be blunt.
As your message obviously shows, you don't fit in here. People here are not going to change in the ways you stated you hoped they would have behaved. And you are signalling that you are not going to change.
The reason you don't fit in here is that you are different. Gloriously different. You are an artist. You are a good artist. You need, as all good artists do, a place to exhibit your art and to receive praise for it. That is your major purpose. Mongering and describing the sex involved in mongering is an enjoyable but secondary purpose.
The General Reports thread is not the appropriate thread to display thirty photographs of the same provider. This thread is for reports. Read them. They're different from yours. Many are more concise. Many are updates on old girls. Many don't show detailed photographs. There ARE new girls being reported on, but not as many as you'd like. New information IS being provided but with less impact than you'd like (Brittney may not be worth picking up anymore, Jennifer is less attractive now...yawn).
Based on your angst and your needs, I've had a slight change of heart. I don't recall ever asking you to leave this forum. I just wanted you to change your ways. You haven't, and it appears you won't. So now I am inviting you to leave.
But don't go far! You are a senior member now and you have the capability of starting a new thread. A new thread will allow you to post 30 or 60 or 90 photographs of the same provider in all their glory. A new thread will allow the many mongers here to view your artistry which, I repeat, is great. A new thread will allow the MANY MANY out-of-town admirers to comment on your photos, give you well-deserved praise, and keep their comments, which are of no help to locals, out of this thread.
The dilemma for you is that you want two things that can't really coexist. You want acceptance, that is, being one of the guys here without any special forum designed for you. But you also want to be recognized as a special person: a very great and very prolific photographer who is providing very helpful shots of what's out there. You can't be not special and special at the same time. But you can do the next best thing which is to start your own Photo Gallery and converse and commune with your admirers as though you were one of the boys. Believe me, you have a lot of admirers and they WILL follow you to that separate thread.
That's it. I encourage you to embark on a new and exciting adventure of starting a new Philadelphia thread. No hard feelings here. I continue to claim that you seem like very nice person. If you accept the invitation, I think your persistence and skill will guarantee your success. And as perhaps an added bonus, I promise not to post over there or make any comments about you over here.
Please think it over before Tuesday. The anger that shows so vividly in your post will become history if you make the right decision.
With respect,
Ed Norton
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another artiste here soothing his ego... :-0
Sorry for the delay in posting this, but I guess it's better late than never. But I do apologize.
I picked up Cookie by the bull on a rainy Friday afternoon, just as tropical storm Ernesto was starting to unload on the city. I told her that I wasn't dating, but that I'd be interested in taking some pictures, since she appeared to be a fairly attractive young lady. I offered .6 for an hour of modeling, emphasizing that it was a FULL hour; she countered with 1.0. I told her I didn't think so, that an hourly rate of that sort was what professional models make -- I was, of course, hoping that she didn't know any more about what professional models make than I did, seeing as how I just kind of pulled that explanation out of my butt.
She was clean, smelled good, wearing clean clothes, had fresh makeup on, and was animated and chatty. As we drove around trying to figure out where we could complete the transaction, she told me about herself. She's married, 30 years old, and she and her husband used to deal on the streets. She said that one of the best things about dealing was that they often attracted fresh young girls looking to score, and that they often were able to talk these girls into a three-way by offering them a place to stay. She really enjoyed that, she said. Interesting visual, I thought.
As the conversation progressed, she started what was basically upselling herself, promising she'd do anything I wanted if she could come away from the deal with 1.0. She and her husband had no place to stay that night, and with the storm really starting to move in, they needed money for a room.
I held firm to the .6 for an hour offer, as she first directed me to the Liberty Motel. We took a little verbal noise from guys driving by as we went up the steps, mostly in appreciation of the idea of a white girl with a healthy-sized butt.
Turned out that the Liberty was full -- the Friday before Labor Day and all, and this being a vacation destination, I suppose -- so the Patio was second choice. By the way, this was my first experience with EITHER of these fine establishments. I'm fairly certain that neither one is in any immediate danger of being inundated with new customers as a result of a four-star Fodor's review. I think the best way to describe the Patio is probably 'shithole'.
Anyway, the .6 (plus another .05) was the cost of an overnight room at the Patio, which she would keep for the night. We went to the room where Cookie was very accomodating, immediately stripping down and very willing to pose pretty much any way I wanted. She had a lot of loose skin around the mid-section (possibly the result of a significant weight loss at some point), and she apologized for the bruises -- "I'm sure you've seen them before", she said. "It comes from the heroin".
(Side note: maybe someone could start another thread and explain to me the connection between heroin and bruises, please?)
She started to upsell again, though, trying her damnedest to make that century mark she'd been talking about earlier. Me, I wasn't quite as opposed to the idea as I had been originally, seeing as how my pants had somehow fallen off as I was taking pictures. In my fantasy, that is.
To make a long story short, the photo session only ran about 45 minutes, and in my fantasy world it finished up with a very pleasant BBBJCIM. I didn't photograph that part of my fantasy, mostly because I was busy lying back on the bed enjoying the hypothetical moment.
All in all a pleasant experience, but I must apologize profusely to my fellow mongers for driving up hypothetical prices, since I finally parted with that last .4. My only defense is that all the blood flowing to my little brain left little or none for my big brain. In my fantasy, that is.
Photos are attached. And before anybody jumps in and says it -- I'm a pornographer, too. And a liar. And in good company.
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More smut. But ARTISTIC smut.
