I've not been blogging.
It's a good thing.
I'm feeling specist. Like racist but for the human species. In the words of Nirvana, "Everyone is gay." So profound. Is every one really gay? Or maybe just a little? Does that mean everyone is a little asexual? Or a little pansexual?
Most of what I hear these days irritates me to point of amusement or amuses me to the point of irritation.
Blogs are an international disaster. They allow people to indulge endlessly in the triviality of their lives. "Look at me! I'm interesting!" It's trivial people broadcasting their trivial lives maximally.
Trivial is such trivially interesting word. It's essentially quantitative except of course when referring to the numbers of lovers that one has slept with. That number is entirely a matter of elegance. An absolute term of art.
How many people have I slept with? One.
I mean, doesn't it always feel like one? Then one remembers this one and that one and that other one. The quantity somehow aggregates itself into multiples of The One. Every lover becomes only a factor of the One, by now an unseemly monolithic abstraction of reality. This one's cock, that one's breasts, the smell, the taste, the hips, the spume, the labia, the hair, the muscles, the flesh. They all meld into this erotic phantom-figure. What the next One might be.
Right now, I sleep alone. I would be only pleasantly amused to change that situation.
I've been eating a vegetarian diet, lately. I smell and taste much more pleasant. Maybe a vegetarian is in the works. A vegan perhaps.
How many lovers have you had?
What were your favorite parts?
It's a good thing.
I'm feeling specist. Like racist but for the human species. In the words of Nirvana, "Everyone is gay." So profound. Is every one really gay? Or maybe just a little? Does that mean everyone is a little asexual? Or a little pansexual?
Most of what I hear these days irritates me to point of amusement or amuses me to the point of irritation.
Blogs are an international disaster. They allow people to indulge endlessly in the triviality of their lives. "Look at me! I'm interesting!" It's trivial people broadcasting their trivial lives maximally.
Trivial is such trivially interesting word. It's essentially quantitative except of course when referring to the numbers of lovers that one has slept with. That number is entirely a matter of elegance. An absolute term of art.
How many people have I slept with? One.
I mean, doesn't it always feel like one? Then one remembers this one and that one and that other one. The quantity somehow aggregates itself into multiples of The One. Every lover becomes only a factor of the One, by now an unseemly monolithic abstraction of reality. This one's cock, that one's breasts, the smell, the taste, the hips, the spume, the labia, the hair, the muscles, the flesh. They all meld into this erotic phantom-figure. What the next One might be.
Right now, I sleep alone. I would be only pleasantly amused to change that situation.
I've been eating a vegetarian diet, lately. I smell and taste much more pleasant. Maybe a vegetarian is in the works. A vegan perhaps.
How many lovers have you had?
What were your favorite parts?
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my favorite parts where the entirity of it& the strangeness that it made me once he died.
i am asexual now.
i'm also a vegetarian.
cheers!
i reccomend morningstar's spicy black bean burger