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Reading Off Into The Sunset's avatar

The next sci-fi smash hit simply must be based upon a cult devoted to worshipping some female leader’s clitoris!

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Renard's avatar

So many thoughts reading this. One: how much of this passion do people have in their lives, how much wonder and inspiration? I've had first love, I've had creative days, and moments of wonder at this or that, but it's not a major part of my life. FOMO? How much passion is one supposed to have? I guess, at least, appreciate and notice when it is happening.

Two: "get over yourselves". LOL. Seriously. Just watched a Northern Exposure episode, the aurora one, where the stodgy millionaire is found out as having a shoe fetish, and lashes out at the town's two homosexuals. He's afraid of how things, society, can stay out of chaos if "anything is allowed". As if fantasies, sex, and eroticism are riots and lawlessness. Get over yourself. There's real dangerous lawlessness going on that damages society.

Three: It's funny how, teens and even 20s, the numbers of sex seemed so important: such a measure of growing up, of accomplishment. What score on the Purity Test? How many people? (and what counts?) And, almost the funniest, how many positions have you tried? Looking back from 40s and 50s, I can't think of anything less important, in my memories, than positions. If it's not on camera, it just has to be comfortable enough not to interfere with the fun. Now, locations? Some of the unusual ones are the source of fond memories, even if I have no desire to, literally, go there again.

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