{"id":9084,"date":"2012-09-29T22:53:46","date_gmt":"2012-09-30T06:53:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.godammit.com\/?p=9084"},"modified":"2012-09-29T22:53:46","modified_gmt":"2012-09-30T06:53:46","slug":"the-horror-of-sex","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/godammit.com\/the-horror-of-sex\/","title":{"rendered":"The Horror of Sex"},"content":{"rendered":"

In the dream, I was in a bedroom with a fat woman who I was pretending to like for some reason. We were cuddling, and I didn’t mind it until it got sexual. I was very\u00a0anxious\u00a0and told her to stop. She asked why and I blurted out, “Because you’re a woman!” \u00a0The next thing I knew, she was on the other side of the room and she had turned into an angry clown, the kind we all fear and loathe. The clown took out it’s dick which was around three feet long and more like a baseball bat. He snarled, “Now you’ll be sorry.” I started to cry and woke up.<\/p>\n

Well! I don’t have to tell you that I have no interest in being raped by a clown, or even a fat woman. A friend of mine gave me a far-fetched analysis involving rejection and guilt. Now I’m worried that the woman was my mother, and the clown was my father. But it might all be the consequence of looking at old circus photos for hours on end.<\/p>\n

Maybe I’m at the point where I’m creeped out by sex. I love Tumblr<\/a> and can’t seem to give it up, but the sheer quantity of tits and asses is overwhelming. Not to mention the unexpected animated GIF’s of men blowing each other and Japanese women bound up in rope. What’s the deal with this? Doesn’t anyone else feel kind of exhuasted by these images? There are only so many asses I need to see bent over a chair. Am I just too old to appreciate random asses?<\/p>\n

And the tits, god, after a while it seems so tragic. Some poor woman in the 1950’s, displaying her gigantic tits like pies at a county fair, it’s just not a happy sight. Obviously, I can’t sympathize with the male point of view. Men seem to need tits to look at, 24\/7, \u00a0irrespective of context.<\/p>\n

As a married person, I think of sex as inseparable from intimacy. Without intimacy, it’s all clowns with baseball bats.<\/p>\n

I wish I could end on that note but that would be dishonest. \u00a0I would be\u00a0leaving\u00a0out the more recent dream where a friend asked me to babysit his pony, who was a\u00a0delightful\u00a0cartoon\u00a0character of some kind. Everything was great until the pony offered me its services. Of course I declined in horror, and wondered what the hell my friend had been up to.<\/p>\n

Forgive me. It’s not my fault.<\/p>\n

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