sex me.

vibrators, a 'massager,' the big rubber ding-a-ling: problem. sex has become so impersonal, so absent of the love it should require, so synthetic. all that people want is the orgasm. people have become so focused on the cataclysmic ending of sexual interaction, they have forgotten about actually interacting. so much so, they don't even require an actual person anymore. in my humble opinion, the person should be the best part. i have had two vibrators in my lifetime. both of them sat for extended periods of time, until i eventually became repulsed at the sight of them. i threw them in the garbage. my vag requires a person in order to feel anything. a completely like-able, lovable person. arms, toes, fingers, eyes, mouth, mind. toys can't tell me i'm beautiful. they don't love me. they are devoid of feeling, just like most of the people who use them regularly. porn, vibrators, frequent masturbation (alone), sex with complete strangers, sex being a forethought/goal in daily life: ALL GARBAGE. i feel how i feel, and i am not even a little apologetic about it. they transform healthy humans into creatures of carnal desire. they encourage/push along our desensitization. nobody wants to feel anymore because if they did, it would hurt. drinking, smoking, drug usage. all to avoid feeling. we were created to feel. don't run from what you were meant to do/be. love as much as you can love. don't waste time being vindictive. those dummiebags will get what they deserve eventually, and destiny will dish it out much worse than we possibly could. okay i'm digressing.

make love. boom pow wow.