We live in an era where young men are ailed by clinically-diagnosed anxiety and the ladies are suffering from depression. Where men would rather curl up with their Xbox and the gals marathoning Netflix. Where the guys are prescribed xanax, the girls sertaline so we can all end up with Parkinsons when were older or worse: we talk about our feelings, bawl and our nads nada. I have never seen my Father cry. I dont cry either. When I do, its because Im trying to force myself into it. And then I feel worse because crying is perhaps more vain and purposeless than prayer. For the love of humanity, put the goddamn endocrine disputers down. Look at how gargantuan the ladies bazookas have gotten. So much E. Maybe from the rBST, no? Wanna know a poorly kept secret? I lost my virginity when I was 14. And in the midst of my mamby-pamby Christianity, I felt so guilty I convinced I had AIDS. We aint gonna have the libido forever, nor the collagen. So lets tango. Make it a game. A sport. Enjoy it. Its part of who we are and our nature.
Posted on: Wed, 14 Jan 2015 18:14:20 +0000
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