I was at brunch today when I thought, there will come a time when I won't have sex anymore. There will be a last orgasm.
This is worse than the regular old gonna-die-someday panic.
Sunday, August 05, 2007
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I guess, if you are lucky, you'll die before you stop having sex.
Thus you will never know when the last orgasm comes.
On the plus side, nice that you are writing again.
That's... comforting.
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