The barmaid in my local this evening was so up my alley that I spent the few hours my mates and I frequented the pub considering how I might frequent her for a few hours up the alley, without my mates. It annoys the hell out of me that, as a reasoned and self-aware human being, I cannot step beyond the innate desires of procreation and turn my attention to the pursuit of the mind. Alas, I am a walking neanderthal, concerned primarily with creating a genetic flow. This pisses me off, greatly. I should be an ubermensch; capable of stepping beyond the constraints of my normative state, but instead I am a man, made week by a cute nose, an intoxicating smile and a tight pair of jeans. Dammit!
Originally posted by StarrmanOnce again, I am glad I am asexual.
The barmaid in my local this evening was so up my alley that I spent the few hours my mates and I frequented the pub considering how I might frequent her for a few hours up the alley, without my mates. It annoys the hell out of me that, as a reasoned and self-aware human being, I cannot step beyond the innate desires of procreation and turn my attention to ...[text shortened]... I am a man, made week by a cute nose, an intoxicating smile and a tight pair of jeans. Dammit!
Originally posted by StarrmanNot to dispute the urge, Starry, because it is a cellular imperative that defies reason, but that's likely how you got here 😉
Me too, I dread to think how terribly I might ruin our relationship with my biological nonsense.
And just "feeling" is so much easier than taking reponsibility for our everyday thoughts and actions 😀