Nausea, without the existentialism.
Claire Bracegirdle

I share something of your dislike for barfing. Whenever I read the cancer chemotherapy story (it’s really just the one story with different actors playing the lead) I always think, Nope. Let’s talk hospice instead.

But I haven’t, you know, done the deed in about 40 years. (I think being a veggie has helped.) But the funny thing is that I still remember the last time. I was sitting on the floor of my bathroom thinking that there was an almost orgasmic quality to what my body was doing. I remember thinking that this insight might help next time… so, of course, there hasn’t been a next time.

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