Life, Love & Sex
life is to a young man what he imagines love and sex with a skin mag model would be he imagines himself and the model in love offering one another far better love than what he's ever seen and far better sex than anyone else has known but few of us find model-types and when we do their vapidity and insanity is too pricey so we end up settling for something less life isn't that much different than real sex and love the same old positions one lover maybe both merely complying miming the act for the sake of what love is supposed to be life is lying beside a lover with wet gurgling snores who doesn't shave enough whose ass turned lumpy and hair turned grey long before she decided to cut it all off life is like the broken-in lover weary of your humor your gut and toenails who sometimes lies and dreams of other men just as you need to dream of other women life and love feigning affection for most of her family and their recipes that you mostly dislike life is like love that's not always fair not always honest whose sex gets stale whose tenderness wains whose ideas and knowledge temperament and mannerism change very little as they should over time life is like old love becoming predictable casting us off in desperation for salvation in anything else than the love we deserve life is like love a steady boring companion who callously shuts you up and shoots you down when she's had enough of your shit life is the numbness and confusion after sex that it was supposed to feel different this time than it did all the times before life is post-coital snoring farting and staring at the ceiling anxious about the kids the bills a mistress an illness the end sex and love no matter how good can't dispel what always comes after sunday sex offers little relief from the lurking anxieties that a comfortable love like a microwaved meal won't relieve either to preserve what remains of your sanity life like love and sex must be accepted for what it is to preserve our lives we must understand life, love and sex is something far different than a teenaged boy's lustful fantasies buried in the pages of his father's stroke magazines
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