Sex is just a want, dude, not a need

Being sentimental is dangerous. It makes you look at boobs (delicious ones) and see breasts and when you begin thinking of a good fcuk as making love then, dude, you know you’re in a shit load of trouble.

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Bear with me here…I’m known to panic when it comes to certain things. In fact, I shouldn’t be looking at boobs…er…breasts at all! Nasty things, those, they tend to distract a man from the really important things in life.

I like to think of myself as an individual of genuine substance. An individual who understands sexual urges can be controlled. I refuse to be ruled by the animal in me.

In fact, I think I’ve been doing pretty well with ruling that animal. Unfortunately, being able to control your baser instincts gets you labelled as a prude and all sorts of other crap. However, I smile at such labelling. I look at my weaker human relatives and I pity them. I know that they struggle in a war I have long since won.


The thing is people tend to get their emotions involved in this simple animal act and they blow it out of proportion. They delude themselves into thinking sex is love, sex is connection, sex is a need. I say they need to get their brains checked.

I mean come on if they’re looking for a minute or less - that’s how long orgasms usually last right – of stress release then I can think of a million better ways to get it! Better yet use your hands…no one will ever do it to you like you, trust me on this.

My point? Don’t fcuk around and risk getting a disease because you’re looking for love. Understand your wants and control them. Stop being a sissy. You want love? Go adopt a fcuking kid!