What I’m trying to say is: It’s hard for me to control my emotion sometimes, but I’m a good person; or, when I’m drunk I like to dance. Do you want to dance?
Reading shouldn’t be painful. A work of great literature reveals the human spirit, and elevates us.
My computer? You can have it. I’ll get another one. I can do that because I have a job and I get money; I don’t steal it, I make it.
Get out of my face with this weird, puritanical sex baggage that we are somehow still carrying around in a world where crazy people are playing with nuclear weapons like they’re Tonka Trucks and we are teetering on a global economic meltdown that could plunge us into dystopia.
Did they not see me? Did they not hear me? I once wrote a story about a boy who was invisible. I wondered, was this solipsism? Was I creating the universe? Was fiction now reality?
There’s nothing wrong with sex, or having a lot of it. I don’t believe it’s wrong to have it with strangers, either.