I don't know if you're aware but as well as being part of FoulENT I also run the We Love Massive Boobs Facebook page. The reason for this is because I love massive tits. They rule. What I have discovered though is that even though the page posts nothing but pictures of different women's tits ( and sometimes the odd link to here ) men think that it is one woman posting her tits and they all want a piece of that. I'm going to give you an insight into this so maybe you will realise just how difficult it is for me, a man, when I get mistaken for a woman.
One of the first thing I noticed when I started that page was that things that got posted on there got a lot more interaction than the things posted on the FoulENT Facebook page. I dunno, what is it about a pair of tits that is more engaging than a post about Pokemon or ways to say you are taking a shit? Like after like after like, but no shares. It turns out that people like tits, but they don't like to come out in public and tell their friends that they like them. It's funny that, because in private they certainly do like to share. Because of their sharing this is what I have to put up with as the person running that page.
I know I am outing this dude, but I'm not that much of a cunt! I'm not gonna out his name and face. That is too much of a dick move, even though he did message me saying hello a few times after this interaction, as though now we had got the desperate begging for tits out of the way we can really start a friendship. Either way, this was just the start of things for me and my mission to deliver soft core pictures of knockers to people. I mean honestly, who would have thought I would attract weirdos? Certainly not me, and I certainly wasn't prepared for the next one.
I wasn't exaggerating when I replied to him. I looked at his profile, he was legitimately about ten. When I was ten I was too busy trying to stay really far away from girls and climbing trees and wondering why Uncle Tone insisted on bathing me every Wednesday. I certainly wasn't going into the newsagent and asking the woman behind the counter if I could see her lills because she was selling skin mags on the top shelf. Still, at least I could understand him...
A little bit of backstory. I don't speak French. This guy kept messaging me and messaging me with French. Then, out of the blue, just above where the picture is cut, he send me a picture of a pink mushroom, or his dick, I dunno which. That was when I finally hit Google translate to let him know exactly what I thought of him. Ladies I feel your pain, unsolicited dick pics completely ruin the mood of a conversation.
I often look at this message and wonder am I the asshole here? Then I remember that is called victim shaming, and that's what privileged cis men do. So yes, I must be to blame for this stupid asshole asking me questions about my photography. Maybe I shouldn't have been a dick to him, he could have been genuine and been about to ask me which exposure and shutter speed he should use for his photographs, I doubt it though, why else would he have said sorry and bye?
I know I didn't hide his name or picture this time. There is a reason for that. This wasn't a private message. It was a comment. He commented on a photo. His phone number. Fuck me, it's still there if you want to look. I wouldn't though, this was different to the others. This was the only one that ended with me getting cursed...
Don't start up a Facebook page about tits. It's just asking for assholes to be magnetised towards you. Unless you relish fucking with people like that, you know like I do.
By Frank King
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Frank is known for his outspoken opinions on everything and anything, as well as his next-level social network trolling. He is also the main coder for Foul ENT games and documents the progress of Foul Fantasy in his dev blogs.