La Gladiadora: Kyla Cole

Attention! Attention!!! I'm asking for only a few moments, just a moment more... The fun will come... It will happen at its due time... Les habla TheUndeath. I'm addressing everyone, including Poringa boys and foreigners. Not long ago, I joined this community. I don't have the highest rank, nor is it my goal to have one. I'm just a new full member, yet I'm no less than that. I don't appear in the rankings. I speak as one more, as someone who gives his humble perspective on the situation and transmits my words according to my experiences. Let me tell you (part) of my story... Many years ago, I left in search of something without knowing what a waste it was. And since I didn't know what I wanted, but I wanted something, I sought something that could answer my concerns. The fears for the risks of life, natural for any being that presumes to be oriented in time and space, necessary for one's own conservation, made me refuse many times what wasn't habitual, which in me is about pleasures. Then I understood that what was holding me back was fear. What kind of fear? Fear of my own desire. I was afraid to express what I felt, afraid to express myself. Fear of the other, whether to make a fool of myself or be taken as sick, but mainly it was fear towards myself, fear that what I desired could be something my conscience would reject and I'd get caught between my desires and my duties. The Greeks had a premise... Know yourself. Because unknown to one can put you at risk, and another. It's good to know oneself, to define for example, the limits. I didn't arrive at these conclusions easily, and if I transmit them, it's not to reveal my intimacy, but to encourage someone who may be going through the same thing and can't overcome it. The truth is that I arrived here very recently... Let me tell you: I used to have a simple and unproductive routine: basically, I'd sit in front of... monitor and mouse in hand and stick on the other side spent extensive hours masturbating fiercely. I navigated around, from one side to the other, without a fixed course, shipwrecked and so always... Until one good day, after several hours of work with both hands, my feet numb and cold, my knees stiff, radial tendinitis, and surely conjunctival redness, internet avatars took me to Poringa's coast! Here is my story... Each one will have their own. And really, I did it, that of arriving unexpectedly, it could be said that by chance. But when you analyze the situation more closely, you realize that that chance was not 'total', but rather you generated something for it to happen, it was a causality. Just as it is a causality that you are reading this. Chance did not bring you here. You were brought. The truth is that those little windows with 15?, 20? photos of a set were a good palliative, I was satisfied with just that. But then, when you acquire certain practice, that becomes insufficient. I wanted more. I wanted to express myself. And so it went like this, slowly getting into P! First by commenting. Observing posts. Observing the big shots how they succeed. Asking for help and advice even from novices. Until I dared to take the great leap of making my first post. So I say to you, don't give up if you're not new full yet... The day will come... There's always a perverse eye watching you... There are always available points... And you'll say more than posting and posting: 'I can't surpass this, look at the flower of posts that guy made', 'I don't have images for the Poringa girl category'... Excuses!!! Excuses that show your weakness!!! Fight! Fight! Fight! Never stop fighting... Try to surpass yourself in your posts... And to those who watch passively, I say: encourage yourselves... Express yourselves... Opinionate... We all need each other. Don't beg for points... be worthy of them... The most pedantic post It can receive points... Don't stop creating... Don't let yourself be carried away by stereotypes... Try to create your own styles... There's always someone waiting for you... What causes disgust in one is a pleasure for another... Don't be afraid... Don't give up on the search... Don't quit... Quitting is the easiest thing... Keeping fighting is what counts... That's my choice... I'll post as much as my possibilities allow. And honestly, if I had more time, I'd post more. We're poringa boys or whatever we are?! What the hell are we, a slut mother?! And do what you want, do it with respect... and respect isn't just shown in opinions... Respect is breaking yourself to give...

And if your post is crap, that will be determined by someone else, what matters is the effort you put into building it.

Be proud!!!! Be proud of the community!!!!

May Mars and Bellona bless them. May Apollo crown them with laurels. And may Dionysus, Venus, and their entire retinue of lust pour the nectar of lubricity over their heads!

TheUndeath