noone's talking about sex, and someone definitely should, like totally.
what turns you on? what are your darkest fantasies? whose body do you dig the most? do you have a hard time stop staring at the breasts of your to-be boss during a two hour interview? do you find yourself focusing on your colleague's soft hand gestures to see if he's gay or not? do you masturbate after horror flicks? do you google for new positions, or the right way to do the old ones? do you stare at your tits in the mirror sideways? do you fake it? do you ever feel like it in the morning? do you rate strangers in an elevator between 0 being you won't for a hundred grand and 10 being you'll give up on your new shoes if that's what it takes to be with him? what rocks your boat? friends' wives? cooking? candles? old men? teenagers? your ex? her body throbbing when she comes? his face when he's under you? her new boyfriend? what? what?
fine. don't tell me. i'll tell you mine: solitude. loneliness. pain. anger. distress, be it financial, be it emotional, be it real, be it self-inflicted. destructing thoughts. suicidal dreams. loud music in an empty living room. an empty glass of scotch on a sunday evening. telemarketer's taped voice on the answering machine. erotic, isn't it?
noone's talkin about sex, and it bugs the hell out of me. what's wrong with you people? did i miss a memo or something? did the monks win the war? did everybody.... unless, well. unless you're all just like me. lonely and horny. aren't you? don't you feel lonely when she's on top? when you're coming? isn't climax the loneliest moment of everyone's life? isn't it the most liberating, most content moment of your day, or night? doesn't your partner only carry you so far? don't you lose it half way? don't you take over? don't you forget about him - and everything else for that matter - once you get close? don't you? don't you?
sex is a solitary practice of freedom; intimacy is its means, one of many of course, and someone should talk about it, like totally, like now.
excellent Shahin!
you don't know what the real pain is. I do, when my dad is in the hospital struggling with cancer, hoping to see his daughter for the last time. That's the real pain. Just stop nagging for God's sake!!!
well I never undrestand why they stop making sense to me the minute I stop sleeping with them. Even with the ones that I stay friends with, nothing makes sense anymore, not even one word.
for me is vice versa compare to Jaroo
it stop making sence to me the moment i start sleeping with them...
you have better things to do than writing I guess. you don't update anymore ...