I don't have a woman who will strip or tease or flirt with me seductively.I don't have a woman who will surprise me dressing sexy.
I don't have a woman who will think of ways to please me and drive me crazy.
I don't have a woman who wants to make love in different places or at different times.
I don't have a woman who can never get enough sex.
I don't have a woman who wants sex more than other things.
I could now list 30 things that I do have in my woman. Things that are more important and more valuable. But this diary is not a place where I have to list both sides of every issue. I don't have to be the voice of reason or balance. I can moan and complain and bitch. So I have! Hurray! (sarcasm). Not as good as an orgasm, but I've found that lonely orgasms aren't worth a shit anyway.
"Anger is generally the result of frustration and feelings of inadequacy when the attainment of a goal is blocked"
Though they may not be aware of it, sarcasm is their means of indirectly expressing aggression toward others and insecurity about themselves. Wrapping their thoughts in a joke shields them from the vulnerability that comes with directly putting one's opinions out there. "Sarcastic people protect themselves by only letting the world see a superficial part of who they are," says Steven Stosny, a Washington, D.C.-based therapist and anger specialist. "They're very into impression management."
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I want a hole. I've given up on using my fist.
I have somethings inside me, like an idea, but it's stronger. It's either true or a damn lie. It's not under my skin, oh no. There's a sense of it in my muscles, but it goes further. It's in my bones. What's echoing in my marrow? It's simple:
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