So, out to the bar scouting new pussy and getting hammered, wasted, lite up, bombed, stoned, wrecked, and how many other words to describe inebriation ...
Noun- drunkenness
Noun- drunkenness
Its the same as most other nights out, looking for her to fill the need, a new one, or an old one that fits well. You would think it would get super boring, these pattern of drunken sexual exploits? and it's not like I am the only one, right? I mean for every hook up, for ever 'one nighter', for every drunken fuck fest, there is someone on the other end..you know? I mean I am not doing this alone. There are guys like me all over the world on any given night or day doing the exact same things. It's what ledgonds are made of and where 'sluts' are born.
The term 'slut' is unfair I think and one sided. I mean even if I call myself a man whore, it's not as derogatory as the word 'slut'. So, what if I girl is just like me in that she does the exact same thing? Is that so bad? Some how in my mind and in most of my buddies minds the answer is "YES" and it is yes for most of society. Even if I call myself a womenizer, there is some revelry to that, some success, in being a pickup artist, a stud. The thing is, I think it all has to do with the 'outy and inny' concept. Men enter or pitch and women receive or catch... catch the sperm. Now Sperm being a magical substance, that body fluid that can produce life, not like spit, is also perceived as being gross to some, or even many. So, the idea of a women having all this gross sperm swimming around inside them like some tropical fish tank is just too much to bare..and hence the term slut! So.. where is she.
The reason why people draw lines in the sand and then cross them is the same reason why people get bored with the Cyclone at Coney Island, after a while, the rush is gone, so it's on to bigger and faster roller coasters. That is probably how all this crazy experimental sex came about; bondage, anal, role playing, multi-partner participation, swapping, MWM, and oh so many more choices. I have tied most, except for the pee and poop stuff which is just not my thing, and potentially hazardous to the health.
I once was discussing that fact that I had bedded, well, not always a bed, over 300 people in my life and that there must be something drastically wrong with me and I needed to figure out why... and he said, "well, buddy, it is because it feels good". "why over complicate it"? Yes, Yes. all that is true, but, it takes so much effort to live that way, the juggling, the lying(specially if you have a significant other.) and the emptiness that does come when your alone, or with your thoughts, or when, inevitably your rejected. I was exhausted at times.
So, where is she?
I found her in a bar.. big shock. .she was around my age and very sexy. She'd been drinking all day and I had not.
"hey, whats your name"? she says "Mary". I said, "you here for the rally/" and she said yes and went on about the rally and her political views. at that point I sad, "you want a drink? I am not really even listening to you." I smiled. and she laughed and said, "hey, that's my line". and it began.
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