No worries, I won't start speaking Spanish just yet, but I will start talking about how confused I am.
I'm confused, and shit is only getting worse. It's true what they say, you know...attraction is not a choice, even when it comes to the clitorial one night stand. There is always some level of attraction when it comes down to it.
Even if he just wanted to make you quiver and moan with his cunnilingual talents, even if she gave you more than a liquidated jolt with her artistic form of fellatio.
(That's not what I'm confused about though.)
I like to think of myself as a, whatever makes you happy kinda person. Whether it's owning a, sit on my face collection of porn, or getting an orgasm or two from thinking of your bestfriend's mother and/or father.
The world is a fucked up place...even fucked sideways in some cases and this is the throat deep root of my confusion. Why do we insist on judging people by their fetishes and viagrated imaginations, and not bother wondering about our own?
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