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Cancer patients, fake v.s natural, and other random thoughts..
2/20/2011 3:29 am |
So lately I've been thinking about the film Fight Club, specifically the part where Edward Norton's character is in the cancer victim therapy group, and Zoe (or was it Chloe? I don't remember) was at the podium speaking about how the most difficult thing she was finding about having cancer was that she really missed sex, and was desperate to find someone who'd have sex with her. That part of the film almost makes me feel really emotional about her, because I can empathize that what she needs most of all is a little human intimacy and physical/emotional contact. And sadly, that's the thing she's not getting. The inference is that people are either too scared of "getting cancer" from her or are unattracted to her because of her ailment, and I've felt many times, ever since the first time I saw the film, that if I'd been there I'd have had sex with her; not out of pity, though I'd definitely be sympathetic to her, but because I still found her attractive and because she needed the compassion. She just needed someone to give a fuck, no pun intended. Someone to care. and I felt I could have been that person. Some friends of mine have thought I'm insane for thinking that way, but..ehh..sometimes my mind just does that. In other news, we just went to eat at Panda Express (yeah maybe not the best choice in retrospect) and while I was parking one of my friends saw a really hot woman waiting at the bus stop. So he told me he was going to be right back, because he was going to go there and ask her if she was interested in some "hot NSA fucking." I stopped him and said "okay, before you go over there, just think about this ONE thing, just for a moment: that girl, the really hot one? She's probably had guys come up to her wherever she is, a bus stop, a grocery store, the fucking hospital; she's probably had guys come up and hit on her, ask her for NSA sex, and be creepy to her, since she was 12 years old. She's probably had that happen EVERY fucking day since she was 12. So if you want to be another creepy perv that makes her feel threatened or disgusted or objectified, go right ahead. I'm just Saying." My friend loked at me, then back across the street at her, and said "man, nice guys never get anywhere, you know that?" and I said "yeah, you're right, nice guys don't. But you know what else? NICE guys also don't make her life a living hell." He didn't bother her, and we walked on to lunch. I'd rather be a nice guy, treat a woman with common decency, and never get anywhere with her, than make some poor girl feel that her sole reason for existence in this world is so that fucking men can stick their dicks in her.. Lastly, for this piece of memorable brain diarrhea I'm apparently compulsively spewing onto this blog post: I don't get the war of "Fake versus Natural". Honestly, so what, people? WHY does it matter if a woman's breasts are naturally beautiful, or if someone took the time and effort to make them that way? Whether fake or real, they're still fun to play with, right? They still taste great, they still feel great, and they still look great. If a guy could actually take pills and grow a bigger cock (that can't happen, in case any of you men are in danger of getting conned, so don't waste your time and money. Sure, it SHOULD be able to happen, but it doesn't), why the fuck would it matter whether he was born that way or it was artificially augmented. The point is, a cock is a cock; no matter how it got big, if it's big, HALLE-FUCKING-LUJEH. People should be far less worried about fake or real, and just LIVE.. |
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