Excerpt from one of the most bone-chillingly real and touching
conversations I
have ever had with a person who defies description
when it comes to importance to me. From a world far away, and a
time long ago. This is the stuff that hurts and you ask
for more.
: I really have no sex hangups
: and for me I believe that sometimes when we talk we have nothing to say
: we are just trying to get inside the other to feel 1 with them
: we talk so hard its like fucking...but its not there
: it's just communication fucking/sex
: so pure really
: so needed
: and yet we put rules...possseion on it
: so many times I want to say to some people shut up
: lay down hold me fuck me and lets go to sleep we have no words left
: its silly we can't just fuck its so ok
: it pisses me off...it saddens me
: you with me?