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Oh, and for myself on the carnal fly, I'd just as soon fuck a short, balding, overweight, perhaps even slightly trollish looking man than a buff, young Greek god-looking stud. But what it would really come down to is the one who can make the hair stand up on my arms when they look into my eyes. And that doesn't have anything to do with looks or 'niceness.' It has to do with presence. Vital, visceral presence. Just being able to insert penis into vagina just ain't enough. I'd just as soon go home and masturbate.
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Most people go through life dreading they'll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They've already passed their test in life. They're aristocrats. - Diane Arbus
PESSIMISM, n. A philosophy forced upon the convictions of the observer by the disheartening prevalence of the optimist with his scarecrow hope and his unsightly smile. - Ambrose Bierce
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