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No one chooses whom they are attracted to. I have tried, as an experiment for quite some time, but it didn't work. It seems all animals, and humans are animals, are attracted to seek to procreate with those of their species that seem to exhibit the healthiest and most fertile traits, be they...

I met a sw many years ago who had the entirety of the book of Job written on her back. I was very turned on, but I fell asleep before finishing reading it all.

The girls are as annoyed by clients in some ways as much as you might be annoyed by the SWs in other ways. No one is satisfied. Life is suffering and futility reigns. No one gets a hollywood ending and everyone is completely insane. The sooner and closer to the heart that this is understood...

gotta take some long walks among the chestnut trees

you're like Jean-Paul Sartre

Every addiction is solved by finding something more pleasurable than what one is addicted to. Because imagined ideals are few and never last long, people compete for ideal pleasures. Those of us who lose (everyone eventually) or those seeking their goal at good cost or those that see this...

I am nobody, especially when I'm sunk and planted in a warm mound of feminine earth. It's very very rare that anyone is anyone particularly at all. Mostly we are just carbon copied slaves to an animal nature that uses us to continue life and procreate, and then decay and die, used up and...

Yes, intelligent people can help serve us find new distractions and new skills to compete with each other while we get old and fade away. Mostly people are interested in intelligence that mirrors, compliments, or confounds their own. It's always a synthetic relationship. But what's really rare...

Intelligence is just the servant of the body. Intelligent people often proudly forget this. In the end, we're just uppity domesticated primates following a program to seek more assured survival resources (nourishment, safety, sexual expression). For some, this includes making one's fabricated...

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Truth is Marching In