And I still make the same mistakes. Not in such cataclysmic degrees as when I was younger, but I still find myself drawn to the same flavors of mistakes.
Particularly, men with emotional issues: alcoholics are a favorite, bipolars, the depressed, and the egomanical. All of these types are extraordinarily interesting and absorbing. They have great passion---not that the emotionally healthy don't, but those with issues let their passion erupt from them like shooting steam. They burn but the pain is exquisite and memorable, and the memories are intoxicating.
And the sex, of course, is spectacular, even when it's bad. But the sex is more than the physical act; it is a vibrant state of mind that is wonderful and painful. For some of my former mistakes, I can still hear my past moaning.
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I've been extraordinarily open minded about sex ever since my first year in college, when I learned women could have orgasms. (I was a late bloomer in high school.) Nothing shocks me. All of it interests me. I can never get enough of it.
All of the pics in my blog are stolen/borrowed from other websites. I consider myself not really a thief, but a pirate. Arrrrrrr!!!
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