Wait… You’re Not In Therapy?
I basically assume that everyone in my daily interaction either goes, has gone, or is related to/ getting drunk with/ sexing someone who goes/ has gone/ should go.
I Wouldn’t Know Good Sex If It Choked Me And Pulled My Hair
It’s very possible that I’ve never had great sex. I came to this realization while lying mostly naked on a wooden table in a room built into the tree tops of a forest in Nicaragua.