.
Then a few hints show up.
I forget how fragile some of you are. Hungry too. I have spent
decades letting go of what... effected me. And, while, I am still not
dead, I don't have the same reaction to things that others do. I forget,
sometimes, that right after getting enough food, procreation is
the next thing. And, with food being pretty much automatic these days,
that leaves most people thinking about the one thing I have stopped thinking
about.
Oh, sure, it... creeps in, even here. As memories, thoughts, dreams,
often even as relish if for no other reason than that it seems to go along, or
be part of, other aspects being discussed, examined, remembered. Look,
sex and sexy are... a massive part of who we are, lie about it as we might
attempt. Even a devoted celibate is not immune, fully.
The things you send when you, some of you incels? get on a bent. Ugh. Though, I suspect, not all are incels. I seem to touch nerves all over the place.
Such... things... sent. Had to laugh.
Wasn't just lads wagging tongues, so to speak.
Yea, I get it. *wink*
Had to laugh.
Well, and received a rose of my own. Wasn't yellow, or sainted.
I don't even remember what it was that triggered the thing, at this point.
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