Porn, webcammers and the like, have been taking up a fair bit of time recently. It is usually a sign of being bored, or not getting enough sex. Maybe a combination of both. Either way it does not matter, it allows for release of excess energy and is ideal when the urge to paint, create or otherwise make stuff, encounters blocks and the demand for exploring other means of creativity becomes overwhelming.
Why do we, as a race, try to swim against the tide. Why do we ignore the sign that says danger? Why do we scoff at the signs that the universe sends us, then wonder why we took that hard fall? Are we stupid, blind, plain ignorant even, maybe it is our ego, that refuses to see these things and overrides anything else that says stop, this is foolish. Take for example the person, who claimed they had switched off the electric at the fusebox, then got blown off their feet and the kitchen table. Where they had been standing, changing a light fitting. It was actually very funny, especially as I had asked them the question previously. Dangerous thing…electricity.
It was over dinner, about 2 hours ago. I got the idea to write more of the sex book. Right now, it reads more like a blog, though publishing the other stuff may require a firewall or other kind of warning, you never know who might read it and get offended. By now you are probably wondering what the SEX book is all about. I am not going to provide any clues, but there are about 25/30 pages of it so far and more to follow. Do you want to read stories of people, enjoying spending long hours riding their favourite mount?
Yes? Then go and read Black Beauty by Anna Sewell, or if reading is not your thing then there is the 202 film of the same title directed by Ashley Avis. Otherwise you can leave a comment, in the section below, telling me what you would like to read more about and why.