Pussy

I got you, filthy perverts.

There isn’t mention of actual pussy in this entry.  I’m sorry.  I know you’re disappointed (and rightfully so). 

Forgive me?

This entry is going to be short, as I’ll be leaving work in 8 short minutes. 

I’m becoming scarily addicted to the Craigslist casual encounters section.  They’re intriguing, funny, perverse (mostly in a good way) and – on rare occassions – kind of  heart-breaking.  A lot of people out there just want to cuddle, and can’t find a real-life friend or lover to do it with.  My heart sinks a little at the thought of turning to the internet to find not merely sex, but human affection.  Some people – unless they’re lying, of course – just crave arms around them, and can’t find a willing body to provide them.

There is a certain beauty in just lying on a couch wrapped around another person.  I think a lot of people tend to forget that.

To fill the emotional void unintentionally created in my search for cheaply obtained laughter and titillation, I’ll comfort myself with a latte on the way home today.

That’ll do it.

P.S. Happy New Year.