ONE PERSON'S PASSION IS ANOTHER'S PERVERSION... THE EXTREMES OF INTIMATE EXPERIENCE ARE WITHOUT LIMITS ONE PERSON'S FICTION IS ANOTHER PERSON'S EXPERIENCE SO BEWARE FOR ANYTHING GOES HERE - YES, ANYTHING THAT WHICH SHOCKS YOU MOST IS BORN OF YOUR OWN FEAR - BUT CAN YOU FACE YOUR FEAR? OR DO YOU JUST HIDE BEHIND POPULAR JUDGMENT LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE? please yourself |
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You know you tell me it doesn't matter if I look like Rico Suave or Ricky Martin or Sean Paul or Elvis or the latest hot thing. When a man shakes it the right way the world crowns him king. And you say it doesn't matter if you look Aguilera or Madonna or Brittney but they call a girl a slut if she does the same thing. But you know you want it, you know what turns you on. You're not paying to see the fat girl or the bloated Don Juan. When you're alone in your bedroom and touching yourself. You don't imagine Momma Cass or Fat Elvis or Erkle on your fantasy shelf. And then again there may be enough variation to even find turn on in constapation or any form of human body deviation so to each his own and all for elation. No one says you have to follow the norms, big breasted young girl, muscular young men. No one says you have to even get warm, no less hot when you see a perfect ten. It's just a number, a temporary rating, a reason for pretend in loving and hating, a superficial measure that sometimes stinks, but deeper down there are healthier instincts. It is survival of the fittest, just ignore the rest, or just do your best, the sun sets in the west every day. Just be as you are, healthy or not, it's your life to live as you please. So please yourself. All Content � 2008 Candor Communications |