I say “Fucking Friday”, because I’m sure of all the days in the week, Friday would be one of the biggest days for random hookups, booty calls, casual encounters and end of the week frustration release valves, if you’ll pardon the expression. Forget love, forget family, forget a “higher calling”, forget puppies and kittens. Sex is what makes the world go around. It’s programmed into our DNA. It’s also a lot of work. Those with stable relationships have to work a little at it, (or maybe a lot, depending on things are going) but freelance sex seekers under 30 have to risk a lot more. Watch a nature channel sometime and you’ll see that there isn’t much difference between animals and humans when it comes to that. The males are always strutting about and trying to impress, and the females are trying to discern who is going to be a suitable father for their offspring. It’s really that simple. After the reproductive part of the relationship isn’t relevant anymore, all bets are off.
I read stuff all the time about how women are worth less after they are unable to have children. I often have seen the phrase “women are worthless”. The men making these comments, nine times out of ten have probably never touched a woman, but it’s a common theme on some internet message boards and forums with an overpreponerance of sexless males who are either, too stupid, too ugly or too gay to get (or want) a girlfriend. There are also paid agitators whose job in these places is to plant these poisonous seeds of hatred and distrust, in an attempt to fracture society and obliterate it, so that they may control it. We usually call them communists.
“Feminism” is in part, the female equivalent of this corrosive war on people. I actually think there isn’t really any man that’s too ugly for some women. It’s not about looks anyway. It’s about how you relate to the opposite sex. As everyone gets older, and inevitably drifts away from Fucking Friday, it’s less important to want to rape and pillage the neighborhood every week. It’s not that it’s not desirable, it’s just kid’s stuff.
There’s no creature too ugly
Having a good conversation with someone is probably going to get a better result and be more emotionally satisfying in the long term than a random fling anyway. Random flings are fine beleive me. The stories I could tell…. I wish I could remember the details though. If someone could invent a device that could access those memories and allow a person to relive them in real time as if they were actually happening, that would open up a completely new universe. Forget useless virtual reality engines. It’s the brain that has all the good stuff, but it’s locked away. Probably for good reason.
I think we have the definitive answer to both of the questions here…
Imagine if you could go back to when you were a child, or when some mind blowing event happened that today is just a sketchy memory. I think this will eventually be possible, but who knows? Some merchant will want you to pay money for it for sure. It’s like Facebook is today. They montetize your memories and then hold them to ransom. Life’s an illusion anyway. This existence is just a dream state in my opinion. Sheeit! It’s Friday and I’ve gotten all existential and philosphical. I didn’t mean to. I’m not going to tell people what to do. A lot of people are celibate. They don’t need sex at all. They’ve trancended the animalistic urges to fuck or be fucked. I know you want it though. You’ve got that itch, haven’t you?
Happy Friday.