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."
That's right! I'm not done with you envious bitches just yet. Far from it! Nothing's over until the last word is spoken, and I can assure you that the last word will forever be mine. I shall, despite you're not worthy of any kindness, tell you why. Because YOU ARE CHICKENS!!! Yup! That's right! You're… Continue reading Envious bitches: vol. III