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Labor of Love

Labor of Love

Well, technically this would have more to do with labor involved in love-making. Or fucking. Whichever you happen to do. I'd say I've done much more of the latter than the former. If that means more fucking.

So I've been reading up on the fabulous art (and some amount of science) behind sex. I've learned all manner of things, none of which matter due to circumstance. I mean, the number of people in my immediate vicinity I'd fuck is approximately zero. And that's a generous exaggeration. It's about thirty or so less than zero really.

Colleges, however, are full of insecure and sexually unfulfilled youths. Woo!

So I think I'm so damn obsessed with sex because it's like the only thing I've ever done. I was talking to dear sweet Xavier the other day. He told me that his delightfully funny, though slightly underaged, girlfriend had at last spoken the three words that terrify so many men. She does, in fact, love him. But it's ok, because he loves her as well. Then he was talking all about his former crazy Catholic girlfriend and various things that happened between them.

I was left there thinking, "Hmm. I've done all the sex stuff that he's never done. But I have no idea what the love part is like. I mean, I can guess, sort of, maybe, but that's about it."

I'm not upset, but shouldn't I have at least half-heartedly believed I was in love by now? Damn it. Yes, I hear it's not much fun and you generally wind up getting fucked over, but damn it. I'd at least like the chance to confuse someone to the point that he can't decide if he'd rather kill me or himself and eventually fucks three other women and leaves tapes of it lying around for me to stumble upon, then leaves me crying in a dark corner for weeks.

It just sounds like fun, is all. Okay, it doesn't sound like fun at all, but it does sound like necessary life experience. Necessary!

Would anyone mind pretending to love me and subsequently shattering my soul? All my friends have done it. I feel left out.

And somehow all of that leads to me being obsessed with sex.

I've been enjoying rereading the Harry Potter books though. I'm all manner of excited about the new book. Woo. Friday! Book! Yeah! Maybe I'll conjure some money between now and then to pick up my happy pre-ordered copy.

I do believe that the Presidents of the United States of America make a lovely point. I mean, everybody wants to be naked and famous.

11:30 p.m. - July 10, 2005

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