Love is Sex Until It Isn’t
Kind of…
This is my alter ego speaking. I do ultimately believe in a certain kind of love. There are people in our lives who have penetrated our psyche so deeply, we will, on some level, desire them for life….but….
Love is largely a fairy tale.
For most, all that matters is sex.
Wild, unadulterated, uninhibited, uncommitted, carnal pleasure.
Nobody gives a hoot about passion or romance. They want sex. Do not fool yourself, attractive people have lots of it, less attractive people don’t. Sex feels good; love hurts.
You cannot trust anybody. You are either worthless and weak or overbearing and controlling. Set up friends with benefits in as many places as you can. Play the field; play the whole world. Protect your heart and just have fun.
Have sex until one of you is tired of it. Have multiple partners, and you will always have someone to “love”. Just keep revolving. Keep swiping. Keep asking. But do not dare expect a damn thing. Be grateful technology affords you a portal to never-ending opportunities. Don’t dwell.
Afraid the object of your desire is also having sex with other people. No need to be afraid, they are.
You feel secure because someone says you’re in a relationship? Hahaha. You’re as…
