THIS is the MAIN reason I am RE-DOING & re-uploading ALL the clips I know about that have ANY KIND OF STATUE in it, that the pro-female statue people have butchered & deleted out in the past. I don't care if you've seen it 100 times on youtube before. Chances are you've seen a version of it with EVERY MALE STATUE deleted out. If you watch MY upload of said videos, you'll see ALL statues, including the male ones you NEVER saw in those others,thanks to the female-statue asfr community. 'Nuff said!
To the asfr viewing world, this is the reason I want lots of people to rate the video. Believe it or not, a problem exists unfortunately, between those that enjoy male, and those that ONLY enjoy female statues. If there isn't enough of a female statue scene in it, (or none at all), it's rated garbage by the female asfr statue community. I don't go for that. For male statue people, please rate the videos, to offset the skew the other transformation viewers unfairly give it. You know this is true.
If you could give me a good answer as to why you gave the Midas/Nick ep. 4 stars, when you gave everything else you viewed recently 5 stars, I will. (fyi...You just knocked down my favorite Midas ep.). The only reason it could be, has to be how I cut up your precious female statue scene I bet. Because fyi again, it's THE best Midas transformation scene ever, too bad it had to be male...for you.
Here is an addendum to the above post personally addressed to user fc303126......
He JUST removed from his channel page EXACTLY what I noted to everyone above (why he gave MY video 4 stars, when he gave all other recent ratings to videos 5 stars, ONLY because of the GREAT male statue transformation scene, and the splice on the female statue scene). Thanks a lot jerk, for proving my point! Now, get the hell out of my channel! None of these videos will be for you anymore anyway.
His eyes are bloodshot; he doesn't sleep. His wife and children
used to know him; they no longer do. At one time, he was a fairly
nice, easy-going guy. He liked to tinker, so he bought a
computer. His life will never be the same.
At night, he lurks in the shadows, seeking public profiles, googling
them apart bit by bit, knowing that, soon, he will have found a new one and will have the
world's first new cracky rare. He will keep his old car three more years, won't get
his plumbing fixed, and will only survive on coffee and TV
dinners, so that he may afford a third or fourth livejournal account or the
memory expansion he needs.
Searching and finding are his only goals. He does not care
what the photobucket contains or how cute the pictures may be; opening the bucket is far
more challenging to him than befriending her.
He found her aim, but never spoke to her. His purpose in
life has become all-encompassing. He will get sick from lack of
rest; he will have marathon sessions trying to find the last
new journal, and, when he finally has reached
his goal, he will experience post-partum depression.
He is not after money, he is not after fame. He just wants to
prove to himself that he is more intelligent that the one who
devised the protection scheme in the first place. He will relate
his exploits to a very close circle of friends at the club, and,
because they listened, he will give them pix.
His energy and imagination, if harnessed, could be used to find
a new sky queen. His mind, unfortunately, is
single-tracked and lacks the visionary and creative qualities
required. He is not unlike a counterfeiter; an electronic
safe-cracker who has amassed a wealth of technical knowledge and
has invested thousands in tools, only to satisfy that one
consuming obsession.
He knows he will never get caught. He knows that, in reality, the
ever-increasing complaints of Cracky, and
white knights whose standing to cracky and rare pix are threatened by his actions,
are but a reflection on their inability to effectively protect
their treasures. He knows that if one man can do it, another man
can undo it. He knows that computers have rules that must be
obeyed, and that all girls think the same way. That
is enough of a crack for him to get through.
He hates unprotected photobuckets; they offer no challenge. He will search
enough to find a new camwhore whose pix hasn't been
discovered, and sell them to the highest bidder at the first club
meeting which follows his success.
In his public life, he is likely to be non-descript; an underdog
who doesn't shine much at anyhting he does or says. He probably
doesn't dress well, his physical appearance is of no importance to
him. He doesn't have the charisma and moral fiber of a Long John
Silver. His opinions aren't sought, his advice isn't followed.
He isn't respected much, except by the freeloaders who depend on
him. After all, he is giving something for nothing.
His darkest secret, however, is that he lives in constant fear
that, some day, he will fail. He will not find her new profile. He
will realize that other club members were fair-weather friends and
that he lost, in a single stroke of fate, the attention he was so
eagerly seeking.
Like the rest of us, he will grow old, his priorities will change,
his eagerness will die down. As he looks around him, he may
realize that the best times of life have passed him by, and that
there is no making up for the lost time. He will be bitter,
having left an insignificant mark on the world, having wasted his
time in pointless pursuits. No one will miss him.
To him, I dedicate this epitaph:
Here Lies a Stalker
Who Never Went Inside the Zone.