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| I Masturbate As A Deterrent |
I hate the opposite sex
Unreliable
Not dependable
Lazy
Selfish
Sycophants all of them
And I’m so sick of needing them
In order to get laid
So sick of needing to get laid
Driven by this incessant irrelevant urge
To procreate
Without procreating
To fuck without purpose
except for the joy and pleasure of fucking.
But is it worth it?
Doubtful.
I get 80% of the satisfaction
With 0% of the cost or aggravation
A nickel of cream
Versus a lifetime of bullshit
I did the math
I masturbate as a shield against myself
And the stupid paths I take when I choose real sex
Always ending in the same pathetic catastrophes
If it’s so predictable, then I’m the stupid one
I’m my own best sex partner anyways
I know who I’ve been with
Mostly
I’m clean, safe, experimental, exotic, energetic, empathetic, intense
I want me to cum before me
And after me
I’m the best lay I ever had
What the hell is the point of those other assholes anyways?
Why can’t I convince myself?
My sex drive is the engine of my own destruction
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