I have a friend who keeps track of every man she's ever been with in a journal. She has an entire system of symbols that she puts next to the names to denote just what sexual activity they did, how many times, and how good each man was. She wants to publish it into a book.
Oh, and on faking: I don't fake. I don't hide. It's foolish to do so. I wish I could. How wonder if it is to believe that the only reason nobody is there for you is because you live your life in hiding? When you put your hand out and have it cut-that is the true pain of loss. Oh how much we long to believe such things do not exist! We never tire to tell the others around us: it is all in your head. Because what if-what if we acknowledge their reality-their pain? What if we embrace it around ourselves, let it consume us, oh lord what a world we would live in with eyes so dark they are afraid to see for fear of the blinding blackness! Art is not a virtue; selflessness is a sin; a normal human mind values nothing more than itself. It is survival. Exposure is freedom. Freedom is ruin. From the ashes the Phoenix rises-only to be shot in the heart about arrow. What does this tell us about life? We can only trust ourselves. And we are our own worst enemies.
Ok...faking is a normal thing. I would never admit it that I had to the guy...but sometimes it makes things go quicker when you're tired and he feels good when you're done. Sooooo it's really doing it for him..lol.
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I have a friend who keeps track of every man she's ever been with in a journal. She has an entire system of symbols that she puts next to the names to denote just what sexual activity they did, how many times, and how good each man was. She wants to publish it into a book.
Oh, and on faking: I don't fake. I don't hide. It's foolish to do so. I wish I could. How wonder if it is to believe that the only reason nobody is there for you is because you live your life in hiding? When you put your hand out and have it cut-that is the true pain of loss. Oh how much we long to believe such things do not exist! We never tire to tell the others around us: it is all in your head. Because what if-what if we acknowledge their reality-their pain? What if we embrace it around ourselves, let it consume us, oh lord what a world we would live in with eyes so dark they are afraid to see for fear of the blinding blackness! Art is not a virtue; selflessness is a sin; a normal human mind values nothing more than itself. It is survival. Exposure is freedom. Freedom is ruin. From the ashes the Phoenix rises-only to be shot in the heart about arrow. What does this tell us about life? We can only trust ourselves. And we are our own worst enemies.
I'm a man with a PDA, and no I don't keep track of who did what to whom when.
Ok...faking is a normal thing. I would never admit it that I had to the guy...but sometimes it makes things go quicker when you're tired and he feels good when you're done. Sooooo it's really doing it for him..lol.
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