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Alone at last

Clinton was right: Only fucking is really sex. Everything else is foreplay, massage, or just acting. It depends on what "is" means.

If you could control your feelings like a valve, would you go tinkering? I did. I let my doctor "fix" my spigot on "normal". It was like going from a trickle to rapids. There are whirlpools, rocks, and falls. Sometimes I'm not so sure it was a good idea. I have learned to feel regret.

In real life, I really try not to be mean. I know people who like to be mean. They always seem to get carried away with it. I'm afraid I'd be good at it, and I like being good. A slippery slope the dark side is.

This lady at the ATM broke in line in front of me, then called me rude when I said "Please go", motioning for her to use the machine. My mind opened the Pandora's box of the situation and all I could come up with was "I said Please!". Then she spooked and ran off to her man. She is the one who broke in line. Did she want flowers? Suddenly I saw an image of me snapping her neck, and I laughed. Anarchy at the ATM. Insert card.

Sex regrets have me devastated. No I don't want to talk about it. I got a haircut instead.

Fucking regrets. If only there was a way...