Dis is what I gots to say about PORN.
Alright, so I’ve been depressed over my not-so-recent anymore break-up with a not-to-be-mentioned porn-aficionado. So in an effort to understand why I am not in his life but his porn still is, I downloaded the best that the internet has to offer in terms of coming to a better understanding of why porn is more engaging than I am.
Now, for the record, I have a reputation as being one highly sexed gal. But goddam, that shit was BORING! It was the same shit over and over, with these really slutty looking chicks and these really dumb looking guys. About 5 minutes in, I found myself continually checking email and being drawn to a riveting game of minesweeper. Trying to further concentrate on the task at hand (no pun intended), I watched several clips to “completion,” and my most prevalent (as well as anxiety-riddled) thought was, for the love of God, don’t get that stuff in your eye! That’s how you get AIDS!
Needless to say, I don’t fucking get it. I don’t fucking get why guys would rather watch porn than be with a girl with whom he can make a porn.
A little poem by my mentor, m loncar to leave you with:
writing a poem about the girl should never be better
than the girl than being with the girl
don’t write the poem about the girl
unless you’d rather be with the girl
Today’s mood: tragically lonely