I brought Tolkiens Lord of the ring to my little cabin, for his wonderful wealth of words had drawn me to outdoor life again after some time of absence. Tolkiens fabulous depictions of nature as the richest of all treasuries had given me back the joy of life after a sorrow took it away, and… Continue reading J. R. R. Tolkien
I'M NOT CUT OUT FOR ADULT CLOWNERY!
Could it be that I'm now into something different than what I used to claim of sexual experience when I was younger?
I pointed startled in my state of being slightly drunk at a pair of dildos he had picked out as the most popular and which I thought were ridiculously tiny for any one-eyed trouser snake to be, not to mention for a dildo.
I remember feeling deceived when I learned his preferences were men, and isn't it also a hoax not to let the world know which of our superheros are straight or gay?
There's obviously a limit to my friendship and it seems that the limit is extra innings.
Is bad sex better than bad football? Or is bad sex just as insulting to a woman as bad football is?
Football can be associated with opera! You can learn to appreciate football, but if it doesn't touch your soul, you can never really understand what it's all about. Just like opera!
You need to get another obsession than me, like knitting or embroidery, or something useful that's not a danger to other peoples health, both the mental and the physical.
"I can feel the anxiety rage through my entire system. My breath, my heartbeat, my muscles, my skin. And to challenge the peripheries of my solace this way, in any way, is to provoke these horrible demons which were literally torturing me for a decade."