savage love has gotten to me again because i am bored/nervous. but rather than go off on a diatribe right now, i have to prepare for my upcoming trip to chi-town.
that said, i think this* is very wrong:
there’s no such thing as a woman who wants sex constantly. They don’t exist—never did.
and would like to close with the following statement:
there is nothing, precious precious nothing, that i love more in this world than fucking. and if i got to fuck as much as i really, truly want, either myself or the boy or both of us would need serious medical attention…fucking, absofuckinglutely fucking rules.
that is all.
(note: doritos are fucking disgusting)
