Sex is overrated in any event. The way I figure is, most people lead sad and pathetic lives. They don’t get out, they don’t make art, they don’t see what’s incredible about the world, and they work boring jobs and have boring lives. So sex is like the best thing in the universe for them. And it’s miles above moving money around or driving kids around or whatever occupies most people’s days. So it gets a lot of hype. But if you bother to make something real out of your life, you know, sex, it’s just another thing. It’s good, and hell, I jerk off enough, I’m not going to say I’m not into orgasms. But you know, transcendent shit? I don’t know. It’s just another high.
Alexism.
Photo by @brianphone We trap God, hang Him in stained glass, entrance Him by organ music and chorus We bind Him by ritual, tickle Him by prayers and train Him to become our pet. And we freely make Him take off our guilt of exploiting too much, Of having too much, of wasting too much, of living too comfortably Once the desert God, jealous and wild; now an amulet on a charm bracelet. —Yorifumi Yagucchi Sapporo, Japan. Taken from the book "Living more with less" by Doris Janzen Longacre.
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