Which is preferable. I'm tired of rejection, I'm tired of phonies, I'm tired of the mockery, tired of being laughed at, tired of getting hits on my personal ad until they see my face, I'm tired of false hopes, and as I told my counselor, people aren't worth it. (as one of many reasons, despite it all, as to why I don't engage in "risky sexual practices"). I'm not going to risk a lingering death just so I can be somebody else's... toy for 93 and a half minutes. Because that's all it is and plenty of people in my life have told me not to tie love and sex together. And I've even tried doing that; it does not work. I've been flamed before and undoubtedly I will continue to do so.
Just think of me as "
Jeffrey", except I'm not following in everyone else's footsteps.
Which is funny, the time I "lost" it, I was doing it just to know what it felt like, because I was going to terminate my existence the next day. Didn't go through with it the next day, and I stopped halfway through the event because - and feel free to giggle - I didn't want a disease.
I've lived a lucky life. But only luck works on the naive, and I am no longer naive.
Or maybe I'm just a coward. The day I'll want to contract a lethal malaise is the day nobody will want to be with me. Which, judging by how I'm treated on personal sites, bars, the church, and everywhere else, I should be begging for it now. :eyes: (I made my life and my destiny elsewhere. I'm a loner, always will be, need to face reality, and keep to myself. I'm tired of being hurt and this flimsy shallow excuse of a society isn't worth it.)
That or we're all doomed thanks to the sins of corporate and political leaders, in which case why do I give a shit about what I do in the first place? :shrug: