There are always those who feel insecure when they discover the She-Cock.

Misty Explains It For You.

I am truly at peace with myself now that I am a Woman.

In fact, being my True Self fills me with such good feelings that sometimes my penis gets erect.

Now I know what you are saying -- Stop, stop -- but my penis is a Woman Penis. I am a Woman, and I have a Woman Penis.

Sometimes I walk down the street and just want to shout to the World "Suck on My She-Cock!" I am that Proud.

In fact, I love it when someone sucks my She-Cock, especially if they also tickle my She-Balls: yes, I am a Woman, a Woman with Woman Testicles.

While I have not sampled this personally, I expect my Woman Semen tastes more feminine than Male Semen.

OK, that's a lie: I have tasted my Woman Semen -- I was Exploring, there is nothing wrong with that.

Being a Woman, it is good to Explore my new-found needs. 

Sometimes I like to Explore at the Bus Station late at night: there usually is someone who is willing to Explore with me. 

People who hang out at the Bus Station at Night can be very Understanding: I've only been beaten up once. There are always those who feel insecure when they discover the She-Cock.

I like Life better this way. I punch my self in the stomach much less than I used to.

I am Laslo.

https://althouse.blogspot.com/2016/06/misty-k-snow-is-first-transgender.html

I could go on about why I think this was, but I'd rather just be grateful for the kind words.

The last two posts -- "LaManza, The Abortion Whisperer." -- seemed to strike a chord with a lot of people.

I could go on about why I think this was, but I'd rather just be grateful for the kind words.


mockturtle said...
Great post, Laslo!

Meeeea said...
Wow Laslo, amazing post. This line hurts (as it should.):

"Don't Be Sad, Little One: it is not as if she doesn't Love You, it is just that she doesn't see you as Anything to Be Loved."

 scott andrews said...
Laslo at 9:45 you made me cry

eric said...
Wow Laslo. You have outdone yourself.


Well done.

Owen said...
Laslo @ 9:04: "I am LaManza, The Abortion Whisperer…" Wow. Just, wow. Thanks.

paminwi said...
Laslo at 9:04. Thank you for those words. I feel for that child you described. I am happy I believe in God and that He will welcome that child into His arms with an overwhelming love that we should all hope to feel one day.

 I Have Misplaced My Pants said...
Laslo, that brought me to tears.

Meeeea said...
Laslo, for someone that used to avoid reading most of your posts, I think I'm falling in like with you. 

That was beautiful, thank you. (As was yesterday's.)

mockturtle said...
Laslo has a gift that enables him to see evil for what it is and to skillfully put it into words. 

I think his post from yesterday should be required reading in schools.


Thank you, all.

I am Laslo.

Take Comfort in the Fact that you are Not Alone in that.

I am LaManza, The Abortion Whisperer.

Little One in the Womb, you must understand that you exist as a Concept, not Conception. 

I know this must be hard for you to understand, but there are words and words and more words that swirl around the Meaning of Who You Are, and sometimes those words end up in your Irrelevance: this is how the World works, independent of the Universe. Words here have more Reality than you will ever have a chance to possess.

Try not to take this personally: you, after all, are not a Person until someone decides that you should be one. This is no reflection on you: you, of course, have no reflection at all, as you shall never see the Light of a Day.

You will have all the Time in the Universe to contemplate your Mother's decision to deny the World to You: take Comfort in the Fact that you are Not Alone in that.

This said, i whisper to you to Go Quietly: the World is noisy enough.


I am Laslo.


https://althouse.blogspot.com/2016/06/linda-greenhouse-notes-dry-almost.html

Then I begin softly: Little One -- you hear me, yes?

I am LaManza, The Abortion Whisperer.

It can be so emotionally tough for a woman to make the decision to abort her child: there is always the nagging doubt that she is killing a Life, an action that you can Never Take Back.

That is where I, LaManza, The Abortion Whisperer, step in.

However young, I can speak to a fetus and get it to understand it's impending Death in the Greater Scheme of Things.

First: I need to have Mozart playing in the background -- it helps settle the clump of cells.

Then I begin softly: Little One -- you hear me, yes?

You are Safe and Warm in the Womb somewhere between Infinity and the World, but I'm afraid there's been a Mistake: your Mother has decided that the World does not want you Here. By which I mean, She Doesn't Want You Here.

No, No: don't let your feeble fetal heartbeat race; it isn't your Fault, it is just that you are At The Wrong Time. So maybe then it is a Little Bit your Fault, but all that doesn't matter now, really.

I know you have the Whole of the Universe in your Head, just waiting to be Born into the Circle of Life, but it isn't happening Right Now. Sorry. The Scissors that will enter your Head are for your own Good: Really: Mommy says so.

Don't Be Sad, Little One: it is not as if she doesn't Love You, it is just that she doesn't see you as Anything to Be Loved. When you are in Heaven, watching Mommy live her Life while pretending you never even existed, it Will All Make Sense.

Please don't fret, my Little One: there are a lot of You up there, just waiting to Welcome You.


I am Laslo.


https://althouse.blogspot.com/2016/06/why-hasnt-trump-said-anything-about.html

I don't want to think about what a man would do with my panties.

LonelyWebcamGirl15:

I get a lot of requests from people wanting to buy my panties. A LOT of requests. Some want a specific pair -- the little pink ones with tiny white hearts seem to be a particular favorite -- while others would just be happy for any pair I've worn.

I don't think I'm ready to go there, people.

In fact, last night while I was sleeping I dreamed that I sold my panties online and the stranger who bought them then wore them while stalking me. No matter how fast I ran he was right behind me, naked except for my underwear. Then I realized that I wasn't wearing any panties, and there were snakes on the ground around my bare feet. 

I could probably ask my Therapist about this, but I don't tell him anything about my WebCam Life: he'd just say it means I have a problem with craving people's acceptance. He says that a lot. Do you want to see my bra?

I don't want to think about what a man would do with my panties. I mean, I have a general idea, but I don't really want to know. One guy wrote me and said he only wanted them for a day, and that then he'd send them back. Ewww.

So, sorry: I'm not selling my panties.

Shall I bend over now?

And meanwhile, did anyone read the poem I wrote? Anyone?

Anyone?

I am Laslo.

https://althouse.blogspot.com/2016/06/slexit.html

I just painted my toenails blue, see? Do you like the color?

LonelyWebcamGirl15:

Sometimes I get so overwhelmed by the Sadness in the World that I feel like I just want to sleep for days and days.

My therapist says this is Depression but I don't want to take any pills, they make you gain weight. I don't want to get fat, that would just make me more depressed. 

And no one likes a fat WebCam Girl. Well, I guess some do, maybe, but those kind of guys are creepy losers who don't feel like so much a loser when they look at a sad naked fat girl. Want to see my bra?

When I am asleep the World cannot touch me, but then I get afraid that I will die in my sleep and never even know it. Which makes me scared to sleep. Would any of you notice if I died? Would any of you care? Should I take off my skirt?

And what if I DID get fat? Would you all stop watching, even though the feelings I share are still the same? Or would I change, and just start complaining about being fat? 

I hate it when fat people complain about being fat. I just want to say: "Stop being fat, then." My mother always complains about being fat, I think it's her anti-depressants. Should I bend over and touch my toes?

Maybe I'll just become an alcoholic like my grandmother. She's drunk all the time, but she's thin. And she says the funniest things sometimes; it's just hard when she falls and breaks something again.  I just painted my toenails blue, see? Do you like the color? I like the color: it makes me think of the ocean, and then I picture that we are all just little fish, swimming in the ocean. I don't think fish get depressed. I hope not.

And meanwhile, did anyone read the poem I wrote? Anyone?

Anyone?

I am Laslo.


http://althouse.blogspot.com/2016/06/slexit.html

That's really, really, really not my problem.

Girl with the Pony Tail on the Treadmill:

A Salesman I work with has the annoying habit of repeating 'really' three times when he wants something.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

He doesn't need the paperwork: he "really, really, really needs the paperwork."

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

He "really, really, really needs that analysis now."

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

He "really, really, really needs a cup of coffee."

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

I get it. You're in a hurry. You need things fast.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

That's really, really, really not my problem.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

You should really, really, really have got on that earlier.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

And I'd really, really, really like it if you'd stop staring at my tits.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

And, yes, I have a really, really, really fine ass.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

And you're never, never, NEVER gonna get to touch it.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

I really, really, REALLY want an Audi.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

I am Laslo.

https://althouse.blogspot.com/2016/06/who-declared-simple-simple-simple.html

EVERYONE is my favorite, as long as you're not overly Muslim or Mexican.

LonelyWebcamGirl15:

So I got an email from someone who I think is in England! I always have wanted to go to England, and just -- you know -- be there in England where it's all England-y...

Anyway, he says:

"LonelyWebcamGirl15, my American Rose! From the land of Uncle Ben and the Thames and English tea cookies I send you the Splendorous Colour of My Heart!"

See?! He spelled 'color' with a 'u'! How England! Should I take off my pajama top?

I LOOOOOOVE a British accent: it is SOOOOO Romantic. It's even better than the French, because I can understand what the English guys are saying.

Don't get me wrong, my American fans: I love you, too! I know American boys are BAD-ASS!!!!

I don't play favorites among my viewers: EVERYONE is my favorite, as long as you're not overly Muslim or Mexican. Do you like my bra? I love the little pink hearts on it, it makes me think of when I was a little girl: should I bend over?

And meanwhile, did anyone read the poem I wrote? Anyone?

Anyone?

I am Laslo.

http://althouse.blogspot.com/2016/06/british-lose-right-to-claim-that.html

Anyway, I hid under her bed, not harming anyone, and then she shot me in the foot. That fucking hurt.

I was in the house but I meant no harm. I was just there to sniff panties in the panties drawer: I was just there to sniff panties.

Then I heard her come in, so I hid under the bed, the smell of fresh panties in my head. We had problems before, but that was all in the past: this was just about the panties.

I don't know what it is about me and panties; probably some childhood trauma that even now I can't remember. Maybe a therapist could help me, I don't know. I sure hope it doesn't have anything to do with my mother.

Now, I go into strange women's apartments, and what do I do? I sniff panties. At the laundromat when no one is looking? I sniff panties. At a party? I go into the bedroom and sniff panties.

Some people look in other people's medicine cabinets, I sniff panties. It's not like I steal them or anything: I am not a freak.

Anyway, I hid under her bed, not harming anyone, and then she shot me in the foot. That fucking hurt.

So now I will probably always have a limp, just because I like to sniff panties.

I knew you wouldn't understand.

It is so unfair. I was just there to sniff panties.

You know: reminisce.

I am Laslo.

https://althouse.blogspot.com/2016/06/fearing-ex-boyfriend-woman-installs.html

I could end up in my underwear, stuffed in the trunk of a car with a pillowcase over my head, and driven to Tijuana; do you like my panties?

LonelyWebcamGirl15:

I get a lot of emails from people who don't seem to speak English that much. As far as I can tell it is mostly Muslims and Mexicans. I wouldn't mind much if they were respectful, but taking your clothes off on a WebCam Show seems to make people think they can just say anything to you.

Look, people: I am just a typical American Girl, with Dreams and Hopes and Fears, and I care enough to share them with all of you here. Should I take my top off?

The Muslims and the Mexicans though: it is always about fucking me in the butt. Butt butt butt butt Butt.The only difference is that then the Muslims want to kill me afterward, while the Mexicans want to marry me. Do you like my bra? I got it at Target...

Anyhow, here's one of the latest messages I've received, as best as I can read it:

"LonelyWebcamGirl15, my Chiquita!!!! I want to do you in your tiny blanco butt and have you meet my sainted parents!!! Arriba!!!

Actually, that would be kind of sweet if it wasn't so creepy. And Mexican. Should I take off my sweatpants?

It scares me, sometimes: what if one of these people found me and came to the House? It's not like my Dad is a Ninja or anything, they'd get right by him. I could end up in my underwear, stuffed in the trunk of a car with a pillowcase over my head, and driven to Tijuana; do you like my panties?

I wonder how many WebCam girls get kidnapped and taken to Mexico? Maybe they are made to do special shows for the Drug Cartels I hear about: they probably make you do nasty, humiliating things on camera. Should I bend over?

And meanwhile, did anyone read the poem I wrote? Anyone?

Anyone?

I am Laslo.

https://althouse.blogspot.com/2016/06/bachelor-button-bud.html

Then SHE'D be able to get an Audi.

Girl with the Pony Tail on the Treadmill:

I hate myself for even thinking this.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

The new woman in the office, she is clueless. She doesn't even know how to work a spreadsheet.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

Her work is always riddled with errors.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

So now I do my work, and then I have to re-do hers.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

I can't figure out why they hired her. Sure, she's got a college degree in some Social Sciences thing, but she understands nothing about what we do.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

I shouldn't even be thinking this.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

She is black.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

That can't be the only reason they hired her.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

I shouldn't even be thinking such things.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

If I were to say anything I'm sure I'd be called a racist.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

I don't have a problem with her being black. It's just that she's incompetent.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

And now she EXPECTS me to fix her work. That is not my job.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

But I gotta do it, anyway. Or I'm racist.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

I hate having to think like this.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

If I'm lucky she'll get promoted. Then she will be someone else's problem.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

Then SHE'D be able to get an Audi.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

This sucks.

(pony-tail swish, pony-tail swish)

I am Laslo.

https://althouse.blogspot.com/2016/06/the-supreme-court-upholds-affirmative.html