Hello and welcome. I am The Big Dirty. I am the smutlord that runs The Temple. I am your high priest of pussy and the grand arbiter of ass.
Here on my personal page, anything goes. I have no restrictions outside of Saturdays where as far as smut goes we only post art and chocolate bunnies aka hot black chicks. Don't ask why, it's become tradition.
“Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player, that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more: it is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing"
I am an older gentleman now in retirement. I have paid my dues to the thieves in suits and hope that I can survive my remaining years while retaining whatever human(e)ity I have left. I don't take vaccines or meds and have not seen a Doctor in over 20 years and surprise, surprise, I am still very much alive and kicking.
Author, social pariah/critic commenting on the fall of American society, the great reset, globalism, materialism, spirituality, sex, drugs, and rock 'n roll. Not necessarily in that order. I don't Chat much so don't get your feelings hurt if I resist your efforts to sell me Bitcoin.
We can all have our own coat of arms, which allows us to use the symbolic and communicative force of heraldry to identify and empower us because heraldry has refined during centuries a written and artistic language that projects our identity with prestige, clarity, universality, and durability.
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My heraldic art transmits your ideals and life force to your arms.
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Your blazon. The sign of you.