I dunno. I'm starting to think that having someone to have sex with is just a part of life. I mean, I'm sort of giving up on the magical love and sex thing.
I want someone to hold and to fuck really bad. Not having that sucks. A lot. I would feel so much more fulfilled and happy. And I know I'm not the only one out there who feels that way. So why feel this lonely emptiness, why deal with this horrible, crippling sadness when I could just go out and find some broad who also doesn't want to be alone? Somebody who wants to fuck and to cuddle just as bad as I do?
I always thought that the whole "a guy/woman has needs" thing was a load of shit, and while I reckon that it's often used that way, I see now that it's about more than just getting your rocks off. It's about the intimacy. Being with someone. It isn't that you have sex, it's that you have sex WITH someone. I need it. Not having it is sending me into depression and loneliness. It's a fucking need, so what does it matter at this point if I get it from a fucking (non-existent) innocent little Christian virgin who wants to wait until marriage, or some fucking college chick who's had like 40 boyfriends and four time as many dicks?
I'm starving for water in a burning desert right now. I'm not going to refuse a glass of water and demand a sealed bottle just because others have had a drink from it in the past. Why should I be averse to glasses of water at all, at this point? Fuck it. Give them to me and I will drink them up.