Facebook Sucks

no sex tip here. it’s just that facebook sucks.

they have twice deleted my account for spamming.

absolutely amazing. as far as i can tell it only takes a series of words repeated in posts or posts too close together in time to be completely deleted from facebook. there seems to be no human involved in the process.

below is the email i sent the second time i got deleted. at the top is the response they sent me at my appeal. it was word for word the same response i got the first time i was nailed.

it seems when i end my posts/emails with

in touch,
holly

i am spamming. those are the only words that were common to all the various emails and posts that got flagged as spam. amazing.

Hi Holly,

Your account has been disabled because you have violated
Facebook’s Terms of Use. Abusing the features of the site
to spam other people is not permitted. I’m sorry, but you
will no longer be able to use Facebook. This decision is
final.

Thanks for your understanding,

Jonas
Customer Support Representative
Facebook

[stcgirls@hotmail.com – Fri Aug 24 01:45:31 2007]:

i get a spam warning because a dozen people try to add
me. people i don’t know. so i write a note saying “hey, how
do i know you?” and stuff to find out why they wanna add
me.

and since like a dozen people try to add me i just
paste it in there.

and i get the spam warning. fine. it’s
obvious to me the server saw me putting the same thing
in.

but isn’t there an actual person who figures out the
context before a spam warning?

then all of a sudden i’m posting something in a group and i get disabled?

i totally don’t get that. the disabling rules seem really inconsistent.
was there a human at all who decided anything or is it all
automated?

holly

in touch,
holly

if you knew me in facebook, please email me at my address on my blog. i welcome your contact!

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Sex Tip #10: Nipple Flashing for Fun and Profit!

i’m a feminist and all that, but i’m also sensible. we live in an anti-woman society. we get paid 71% of what men do [5 years ago it was all the way up to 72% so it’s going down!], and we are biologically at greater risk of STIs than boys.

i had a long msn chat conversation with a gal friend recently who’s a MILF with a 15-ish year old son, whose friends turn her on. we talked alot about how to feel erotic about playing a MILF for the friends [one in particular] without having to go and have sex with the boy. and i told her what i do with my blouses and bras sometimes.

i brought it up in an email exchange with a new online bud tonight when i mentioned that i’m staying with buddy rent-free this summer in exchange for sex. which i guess makes me a prostitute. but then he’s not some smelly geek. he’s buddy from many postings last summer. my vancouver boytoy. good relationship. friend with lots of benefits but an open relationship. quite healthy actually. and if two people live together and one doesn’t work [even a wife/husband], doesn’t that person participate in a relationship [including fucking] for “rent.” here’s what i wrote in my emails:

“i am finding young boys to buy me drinks as my summer wad of cash is almost gone and my flight back to school isn’t for another week and a bit. not hard. put on a loose fitting top, do up my bra one clasp too big and i get all the belinis i want all night.”

and what do the guys get for a $6 belini or two, a relatively cheap peep show, that frankly is 30-90 minutes of the tease of trying to see nipple, getting to glance down my top quite a bit and maybe not even being lucky enough to see a nipple. and they like to talk with girls and buying us a drink lets them do it for a while. and while most of them aren’t interesting enough to date, they’re all [ok virtually all] interesting enough as PEOPLE to have a conversation with. and if they like to look at my chest, i feel erotic. nice deal all around. but a $6 belini [or even 2 or 4] doesn’t get a random boy a fuck, a blowjob or a handjob. even hookers charge way more than that.

so in my emails tonight, my new online buddy replied how i make “slutty-chic look easy” and that he wished he could fuck for rent sometimes.

this is where i hit my brainstorm in my reply…

“guys CAN fuck for rent. they just have to change society, get rid of chauvinism, pay women 100% of what men make not 72% and then they get EQUALITY! men’s suffragettes need to get active. you are an oppressed gender. time to heal society so you get what we get. and i’m hardly chic. i TRY but i dont have the fashion sense to pull it off. letting guys peek at my breasts in hopes of seeing a nipple requires NO chic whatsoever.”

that’s my genius wisdom tonight. it’s not often that girls have the upper hand at anything. i get “free” room and “free” drinks all summer. many different types of feminism object to these methods and i totally understand their arguments. i can’t even object to them and prove them wrong. all i can say is that while things are unequal, i have the right to seek some redress sometimes.

and if you like the braless sex tip last time, this one should fit right in. 🙂

in touch,
holly
Sex Tips for Christian Girls
http://stcg.blogspot.com

Sodomy, the Pastor’s Wife, Borat: Sex Tip #9…Anal Almost Equals Oral Sex

OK. I went to see Borat several weeks ago. Mostly funny. A bit long though. I’ll watch his show though.

I went with Barry. We’ve been hanging out more. I have a scorecard to share too before I get into my story.

Sex with Barry: many many times over the last 8 months.

Sex with Vicky and John: twice now, once with Barry there too, when I bought my new scuba cut bathing suit. More on that later.

Sex with Holly: one tentative time [I didn’t climax], one time with Barry too, one not so tentative time [I climaxed twice], once with Holly and her buddy, the man whose bed she sleeps in and/so doesn’t have to pay rent in Vancouver this summer.

Sodomy: 7 times.

And this is the tip. Vaginal intercourse is what it is. Oral sex, blowing boys, is what it is. Anal sex, Barry’s penis in my bum, is on par with oral sex.

That’s my conclusion.

Rum, Sodomy and the Lash. That’s what I hear is the old British Navy. Funny.

Sodomy in the Bible is pretty precise. And I think it’s all about keeping boys from boning other boys.

And I know very well that Holly isn’t into bum stuff. And I know that my first post in here had some dancing around the bum thing. And Barry had never done anal before me either. And eventually we just tried it. Took some practice. Felt a little odd. We found our rhythm. And it is sweet. And I love Holly and respect her bum and it’s hers to do with as she pleases. Yeah for bums!

So we’ve gone all anal. And we still do other things, but bum fun is fun. That’s it. Nice climaxes. For both of us.

So Borat.

We went out to a big theatre to see Borat. Lots of shows there. We pay for tickets and walk in. We’re winding around lines and things wanting to get seats before food.

Barry’s walking behind me as we hit a traffic jam. He bumps my bum with his cock as we slide beside the line, ducking past a big cardboard movie poster. And he says loud enough for anyone to hear [if they’re close by], “Want it in your bum tonight?” And I’m nodding and smiling.

And since no one is around, we’re fine.

Except.

Except our youth pastor’s wife is standing behind the cardboard movie poster and hears it all. And as Barry is saying it, I’m looking the other way. And I hear the abrupt ceasing of a conversation coming from behind the big poster. So I look over and see her. And a friend of hers who I don’t like because she has virtually no personality [at least in my presence].

And we just keep walking because Barry doesn’t really know her and I don’t let on. Though my face turns red as my hair. So I tell him it all when we get seats. I’m looking around and they don’t come in. No surprise they’re not seeing Borat.

And Barry is just loving it. And off he goes to get food.

And I sit there thinking, just what is wrong with sodomy anyway, when I’m a woman. 🙂

And I don’t want to get all theological and everything. Holly’s good and whipping through the history of the church to let me know what backstory explains parts of the Bible. But I don’t care.

And I don’t care what my pastor’s wife thinks of my anal sex. A tiny bit of me cares but the rest is out to end that little bit.

And Barry sure doesn’t care.

And my sex tip is for Holly and all other girls who are scared off of anal sex because of anti gayboy stuff in the Bible. Try it. If you like it, AWESOME. If you don’t, you can let it go.

And if you don’t want to try it, great. Respect your own feelings. Holly does. And even though I even showed her the picture we took of Barry in my bum, and she liked it, she’s still not game. And I totally respect her for that.

In dreams,
Tina

Sex Tip #8: Go to Church Braless

I went to worship service Sunday night. The weather was fine so the day was in the sun.

Holly came with me. She hasn’t been here for years. It was a good service. Lots of worship. Lots of arms waving in the air. Lots of singing. It felt good.

The day was fun, with Holly and a quick drink at tea time at Bimini with Barry. Bad red wine. How is that possible, Bimini, say it isn’t really so. But it was.

But during our day, Holly and I shopped. We don’t like to shop. It’s stressful, but the shopping was a delightful distraction from things amongst us.

And we hit one place on the Drive with some fantastic fabrics and clothes. There was an amazing Guatemalan design. If you know anything from there, you know what I mean. It was a light white cotton strapless halter with lace inset and a “Guatemalan” trim on the top elastic.

Having perfect though small breasts, the halter fit snugly and comfortably. In trying it on, I abandoned my bra. A nice bra, red. It spent the rest of the day in my sack. Then it was texting Barry on the way to Bimini and donairs for dinner.

Yawn. Ok I’m getting to it.

I write this because I didn’t intend to go to worship braless. Truly. But I don’t apologize.

I had a bra, but it so didn’t go with the top. And for the afternoon, even with the subpar red wine, I enjoyed people looking at my top, and my breasts beneath. You couldn’t really “see” anything, but you could make them out well. But that was Bimini when everyone looks at you as if they’re rubbing your ass. Which is fine.

But drinking and eating too late meant it was too tight to whip back home to get a strapless bra and I said ok. Let’s go to church. It’ll be fine.

Sunday night worship on a sunny summer day is no big deal. Not a huge turnout. The church ladies that Holly dreads so much don’t go because overhead projector hymns don’t do it for them.

And the air conditioner is not so great anyway, so THAT problem wasn’t a big worry.

And I like my breasts. As does Barry. And Holly. And Vicky and John. And my husband did too. And others, but I don’t write about them here. 🙂

So we go to church and Holly has a good time, though she takes a while to relax. Understandable after some of the weirdness here for her.

And there’s the singing and the quiet prayer and the talking prayers and such. A moving evening.

And I caught no one gawking at my breasts. Though a few times I found a few eyes looking around for a little too long. And I felt pretty and desirable and not like a whore, even though some Sunday morning women would look at me like I was.

But it is summer, so the argument goes even on days where it’s grimy out. And it was a warm night and we were out and God welcomed me into his presence regardless of whether I was wearing a bra.

And I’m not dating any of the guys or looking to. I’m fine single and doing what I do.

And Christian girls who feel like not wearing a bra should not feel horrified by it. And I know that some girls have less ease at this option than me. I respect that and I don’t want to preach. But my lesson from Sunday night is that you should think hard about going braless to church once or twice.

In part, it says to God that you are the fullness of who you are. God loves all of each of us, even our bodies as a part of our being. And He knows us anyway. So since God knew I spent the afternoon without a bra and I honoured him in my life all day, it was no different in the evening.

So sex tip #8 is to think about wearing no bra to church. And even if you don’t do it, thinking about it will bring you closer to yourself and to God.

In dreams,
Tina