Discouraging Experiences in Graduate School
As you all know, I originally posted here as a graduate student in social/evolutionary psychology, which was great because it gave me the perfect excuses for reading on, writing on, and revolving my life around sexual , , attractiveness, sexual selection, and mate selection. Highbrow posturing about this domain of "study" really made my clit hard.
But, alas! Economic times are tough, even for those of us in the most rigorous of academic circles. I suffered some discouraging experiences in graduate school. My first adviser was too involved in investigating his own homosexuality to ever give my tight twig-like frame the lap-down that it deserved. My mentor left me for his wife. I was living in an isolated wasteland (not good for those supposedly "anonymous" hookups). And lastly, my funding was entirely cut because the school couldn't understand how significant my Pornhub profile was to my serious research agenda.
I needed to take a break, move to a real place with my fiance, and focus on making money or at least having a real job of some sort. My proclivities obviously have a career track set for me outside of academia.
This is where my blog is most important on a scholastic and personal level. Now I can engage in my "social experiments" more openly.
Here's the scoop for all of my subscribers. My new address is in Waltham, so I'm not too far from Boston if you're willing to commute (Maybe dozens of you were asking me, so here's your answer!). My fiance is in the dark (or in denial) about my (now) autodidactic project, so there's no need to worry about him. Just make sure to drop me off at the address on my Massachusetts driver's license after you've received my implicit consent beforehand. I don't like the after-effects of Rohypnol, so please just offer me some Ambien and you'll be mine for the night.
Happy hunting!
Also, I've added a few new pictures, so be sure to comment on them, as well. Your sensual comments really make me swell with pride and vaginal plasma.