I'm kind of bummed out today. (/me feels English majors stabbing him with forks)
I have a huge imagination. Always have.
I accidentally lived in it for a handful of years before realizing that Reality(tm) was different.
Not too much harm done. May have even saved my ass.
This imagination has a lovely erotic wing, and I visit there regularly, especially when my Significant Other is not jumping my bones.
I really like SG, because it's like a Metro stop in the middle of the Erotic Imagination wing.
Sharing this with many other people makes me happy.
So what's the matter?
My S.O. doesn't share this kind of visual, fanciful erotic imagination.
She has a rockin' Erotic Reality(tm), and accepts people for the freaks they are, but she doesn't come along with the imagination.
Porn? I get the same reaction from showing it to the housecat.
Whine, moan, bitch, complain.
I wish my aspirations for rewarding involvement in hipster pr0n were supported by my spouse.
C'est la vie.
I have a huge imagination. Always have.
I accidentally lived in it for a handful of years before realizing that Reality(tm) was different.
Not too much harm done. May have even saved my ass.
This imagination has a lovely erotic wing, and I visit there regularly, especially when my Significant Other is not jumping my bones.
I really like SG, because it's like a Metro stop in the middle of the Erotic Imagination wing.
Sharing this with many other people makes me happy.
So what's the matter?
My S.O. doesn't share this kind of visual, fanciful erotic imagination.
She has a rockin' Erotic Reality(tm), and accepts people for the freaks they are, but she doesn't come along with the imagination.
Porn? I get the same reaction from showing it to the housecat.
Whine, moan, bitch, complain.
I wish my aspirations for rewarding involvement in hipster pr0n were supported by my spouse.
C'est la vie.