The story of us

There are some hurts that you never completely get over. I don’t know that time diminish their presence and to a degree it does but it still hurts coz, uhm, hurt hurts. I am lost inside my tears. And there’s nothing we can do.

The key to a happy marriage is to accept the essential spasm between men and women. Which is a man can mend a fight with sex, a woman cannot have sex until they resolve the fight. It’s like the basic difference between a penis and a vagina. A penis is a thruster, a battering ram, even if it’s mad, it gets around. Hoever, the vagina has to be relaxed in order to open and receive. It cannot be a gracious host in a state of anger and that goes for blowjobs and kissing as well. Every female’s point of entry needs to know that the penis is comming in peace.

It’s all allusion, you see. Like there’s no such thing as the perfect marriage, perfect job, perfect child. The whole notion of staying togethen, living happily ever after. All allusions. Love is just lust in disguise. And lust fades, so you better be with someone who can stand you.

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