Welcome to a therapeutic experimental expression of my twisted lust for women. Nothing in this universe compares with the companionship of a compassionate coed: gaudy games and giggles, spread and unspread legs, both coy and catty inter-cunt competitiveness, post-night sex snuggles and pre-morning sex cuddles, “Uhh”s Uggs “ahhh”s bras “Ooo”s and lower back tattoos… too much to list, let alone to love. What a challenge! Man is nothing but the procreation and protection tool of woman; woman is nothing but the project, purpose, and point of man – what a quandary!

Madam, please pity my pining, revel in my grief, delight at my detriment, laugh with my lewdness, or simply detest the whole damn debauchery. Just feel it; one dance with one man to my song. I’d write ten thousand wicked words twenty thousand tearful times to any woman willing to swallow the wallow of my disdain for this burden and not spit out the wit of my adulation for fornication. What a curse! I enjoy every iota of your feminine attention yet detest my addiction to the perfume of your womb – what a dilemma! I’m so confused by your hips and mesmerized by your lips – what a bittersweet amalgam!