We are no doubt projecting a personal failing as a societal one. We writers are, generally, good little boys, shy and bookish. While some of us might achieve courage enough to kill our bad, bad fathers, it's harder for us, apparently, to admit we want to fuck our mothers.
1. You are the arsehole
2. Anyone who’s been to Sweatbox knows that you’re pushing a lot of things, but none of them even remotely resemble a boundary
3. Gosh, you’re barely even gay, you’re a wax exhibit of a queer in the Taylor Swift section of Madame Tussaud’s.
Christ I dread 35.
Thanks for playing, darling.
1. Guilty as charged (although sometimes I’m the dick).
2. I’m not really a Sweatbox girlie but you do you
3. I’m a Kinsey 6 for what it’s worth, which these days isn’t much.
Old age comes for us all.
We are no doubt projecting a personal failing as a societal one. We writers are, generally, good little boys, shy and bookish. While some of us might achieve courage enough to kill our bad, bad fathers, it's harder for us, apparently, to admit we want to fuck our mothers.
I’m all for taking personal responsibility, but there does appear to have been a tonal shift since the days of Norman Mailer: https://youtu.be/SIlg85GA0GQ?si=61l55vIiswnnjfxe
Quite so.