Most people who are would each not be in love with their partner, if they did not have the kind of genitals they have.
This religion gives you goals which are outside of reality. It enriches your fantasy life with ugliness. It fills you with ideas of guilt over the most common human experiences — usually related to sex. In this room, right now, each of you, in your own lives, has agonized over the fact that you have masturbated. Masturbation isn’t sinful. If it feels good — do it. You have my blessing, and you yourself know how it relaxes you.
He said, ‘They’re only whores,’ as though their very availability rendered them worthless.
We are all born sexual creatures,thank God, but it’s a pity so many people despise and crush this natural gift.
If someone asked me if I liked him, Yes!
If someone asked me if it was love, Jeez, no!
Being offered sex with him, I’d say ‘hell, yeah!’.
Because of this.
Because your funny.
Because you know Lolita.
And Nabukov and James Mason too.
Because you’re cute and funny and i’m kind of sad and you haven’t tried hitting on me once.
Because you weren’t even trying…
When it comes to people… you could aptly say that I am a racist… a human racist. I believe in people. There are good and not-so-good people of all colors and creeds. I’m not here to judge. Period. As people, we draw judgments from others when we behave badly, especially when we try to blame our bad behavior on others. This is not based on race, age, sex, or religion. It’s based on behavior differences.
I’m square. My sense of right and wrong makes it very difficult for me to have an affair. I have to be really in love in order to sleep with a man and when I’m really in love I want to be married.
It was the exact opposite
for me. At first all I
wanted was sex with her,
but soon I wanted more.
More sex, yes, in unusual
places, and all different kinds.
But that wasn’t all. I wanted
her to fill the empty spaces
left by a father who never
once praised me, ‘friends’ who
used me, an ice princess mom
who raised me with glass kisses.
We now had three girls and one testosterone-pumped guy bird that spent every walking minute doing of of three things: pursuing sex, having sex or crowing boastfully about the sex he had just scored. Jenny observed that roosters are what men would be if left to their own devices, with no social conventions to rein in their baser instincts, and I couldn’t disagree. I had to admit, I kind of admired the lucky bastard.