Sooner or later you have to talk about it. I mean, it’s not a real blog unless you make some comment about sex, your sex life, your lack of one. But I don’t actually have one. I mean, not really.
What I have discovered—after nearly 14 years with in the vicinity of the same person, various adventures in polyamory, a couple quick ducks behind a gender identity or three, and a general taste for just about anything that’s been done that didn’t involve shit, animals, children, or near death experiences—is that the only way to truly I can get laid (this late in the age game) is either to grovel into disgusting roles in which I would rather suck a rat’s dick before performing or to be downright perverted. Notice that there is no mention of gender here. It doesn’t matter. Either gender is just as revolting in this regard. And just because there are some in my immediate sphere of influence who are okay with groveling and submitting to acts of degradation before strangers is no reason that I have to either partake of such a lifestyle or find it anything but utterly disgusting that any human being would want (much less actually seek out opportunity) to be treated less than human. I can only think of the self-esteem issues involved in someone who would ask to be treated in such a manner.
It is often said that there is a fine line between pleasure and pain. I will certainly agree with that. But what most don’t actually understand is that there is a similarity precisely because they are two sides of the same coin that is to be pocketed rather than played. Once you have mastered one or both, there is no reason to grovel before either ever again. Does this mean that one will never feel pleasure or experience pain? Of course not. But the control they have over human nature is broken and lays wasted on those who are truly masters of themselves.
Once that border is reached, then, and only then, is true passion found between two individuals of equal measure, equal strength, and equal spirit.
I’ve never found that apparently. Every time I think I have, it turns out to be an intentional lie to bamboozle me for reasons I don’t grok. I’ll never understand. And I guess, in the end, I’ll never trust anyone enough to figure it out.
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