The Side Effects Page 2
By ADGere
But seriously yes, I wasn’t a full out dog that humped anything moving, and I did have
standards and requirements to the females that attracted my lustful vision and uplifted
my hormones and third leg. But basically back then all you had to have for me is a faint
heartbeat and a face, and I was all over you like cheap suit off the rack at some
rundown broken shopping mall. But if we research the examples and definitions of sex
nowadays defined by Mr. Clinton and others, sexual intercourse and penetration is the
only way sex is really defined. Excuse my broken English or slang, but orally hiding the
salami, yodeling in the valley, eating at the taco stand and or having a cucumber roll
with extra mayonnaise and wasabi at the Sushi, oops, Susie bar, is not considered sex
any more. I even seen a show when I was watching television once that anal sex to
some, is not considered sex or intercourse any more, which blew my mind because
when I was in my early teenage years, sex was the farthest thing on my mind. Believe
it or not, I can actually go months upon months now without having sex, and no, I am
not a person that masturbates, on some religious mission, trying to break a celibacy
record or anything like that. I just have other things in my life that occupies me in ways
that if you want to define it as such, are just as fulfilling or satisfying. Besides, being a
man, there is nothing more terrifying than a woman scorn, and though I am still
removing burn marks off of some of my old jackets, I have learned my lesson, and
learned it well. Which brings us to the other spectrum within the same circumference
I am talking about with a twist in the section of intimacy in this theory you are now
reading, making love. Making love to me, and not just physically exploring with a
person mind you, is all of that and then some. Just like I said earlier that I hate talking
because it is like sex to me, making love is communicating and conversing on a
higher level than your imagination can take you. You see people in my opinion
mistake making love with just being prim and proper which is fine and also good.
But they don’t take it beyond the definition we all have been conditioned to believe. In
the process of making and staying in love, you can perform it any, every, some or
nowhere, and it is not where you are at, but where it is at within you when feeling
and knowing the difference. When making love, passionately or not, you can make
love without touching, in the bedroom or in public, in the kitchen while timing an egg
or in the shower when you are rushing to beat morning traffic on your way to work
or to drop off the kids at school. You can hold your love one tight, hold them loose,
go slow or fast in performing whatever act, fuck, grind, act like fido and go doggie
style or whatever. You can let go of your inhibitions and go buck wild in whatever
act you perform, because you know deep down it still falls under the category of
love because it is far beyond just a physical connection based on cosmetic and a
transparent lust. You can bring in toys, talk dirty and nasty, dream about using
farm animals, and other people if needed or fantasized about. Use kitchen
appliances, exclusively use and abuse each other in a healthy way, role play and
more, because in the beginning, during and in the end of the act, you are with the
person you respect, admire and more importantly, believe in. You trust them on
some level beyond the norm with your life not just restricted with an extra large
Trojan, and that can not be measured by numbers or the act it’s self. That to me,
is the pinnacle and foundation of any relationship because is maintains everything
that can stimulate all of me now, my imagination tomorrow and my memories of
yesterday when I discovered it. But is being in love and falling in love the same?
Maybe we can trick or justify ourselves into falling in love for one night or a lustful
moment, and in the process, situate our heart and mind on the same playing field to
accept what we would not normal receive when we are deeply in search of it. Think
about that because it’s just a question I wanted to put out there and a seg-way into
the purpose of this theory I hold close to my heart.
As I am writing this theory, I am playing and replaying this Moodsetter music disc I am
putting together that I haven’t titled yet, but keep playing this one song by the great DJ
Jazzy Jeff. Yeah, that Jazzy Jeff that used to be with my man Will Smith, and he does
these little side projects that are not heavily promoted, but seriously groove like no
other. The track I am hooked on is called, “My Soul Aint For Sale”, and the neo-soul
artist Raheem DeVaughn is the lead vocalist.
By ADGere
But seriously yes, I wasn’t a full out dog that humped anything moving, and I did have
standards and requirements to the females that attracted my lustful vision and uplifted
my hormones and third leg. But basically back then all you had to have for me is a faint
heartbeat and a face, and I was all over you like cheap suit off the rack at some
rundown broken shopping mall. But if we research the examples and definitions of sex
nowadays defined by Mr. Clinton and others, sexual intercourse and penetration is the
only way sex is really defined. Excuse my broken English or slang, but orally hiding the
salami, yodeling in the valley, eating at the taco stand and or having a cucumber roll
with extra mayonnaise and wasabi at the Sushi, oops, Susie bar, is not considered sex
any more. I even seen a show when I was watching television once that anal sex to
some, is not considered sex or intercourse any more, which blew my mind because
when I was in my early teenage years, sex was the farthest thing on my mind. Believe
it or not, I can actually go months upon months now without having sex, and no, I am
not a person that masturbates, on some religious mission, trying to break a celibacy
record or anything like that. I just have other things in my life that occupies me in ways
that if you want to define it as such, are just as fulfilling or satisfying. Besides, being a
man, there is nothing more terrifying than a woman scorn, and though I am still
removing burn marks off of some of my old jackets, I have learned my lesson, and
learned it well. Which brings us to the other spectrum within the same circumference
I am talking about with a twist in the section of intimacy in this theory you are now
reading, making love. Making love to me, and not just physically exploring with a
person mind you, is all of that and then some. Just like I said earlier that I hate talking
because it is like sex to me, making love is communicating and conversing on a
higher level than your imagination can take you. You see people in my opinion
mistake making love with just being prim and proper which is fine and also good.
But they don’t take it beyond the definition we all have been conditioned to believe. In
the process of making and staying in love, you can perform it any, every, some or
nowhere, and it is not where you are at, but where it is at within you when feeling
and knowing the difference. When making love, passionately or not, you can make
love without touching, in the bedroom or in public, in the kitchen while timing an egg
or in the shower when you are rushing to beat morning traffic on your way to work
or to drop off the kids at school. You can hold your love one tight, hold them loose,
go slow or fast in performing whatever act, fuck, grind, act like fido and go doggie
style or whatever. You can let go of your inhibitions and go buck wild in whatever
act you perform, because you know deep down it still falls under the category of
love because it is far beyond just a physical connection based on cosmetic and a
transparent lust. You can bring in toys, talk dirty and nasty, dream about using
farm animals, and other people if needed or fantasized about. Use kitchen
appliances, exclusively use and abuse each other in a healthy way, role play and
more, because in the beginning, during and in the end of the act, you are with the
person you respect, admire and more importantly, believe in. You trust them on
some level beyond the norm with your life not just restricted with an extra large
Trojan, and that can not be measured by numbers or the act it’s self. That to me,
is the pinnacle and foundation of any relationship because is maintains everything
that can stimulate all of me now, my imagination tomorrow and my memories of
yesterday when I discovered it. But is being in love and falling in love the same?
Maybe we can trick or justify ourselves into falling in love for one night or a lustful
moment, and in the process, situate our heart and mind on the same playing field to
accept what we would not normal receive when we are deeply in search of it. Think
about that because it’s just a question I wanted to put out there and a seg-way into
the purpose of this theory I hold close to my heart.
As I am writing this theory, I am playing and replaying this Moodsetter music disc I am
putting together that I haven’t titled yet, but keep playing this one song by the great DJ
Jazzy Jeff. Yeah, that Jazzy Jeff that used to be with my man Will Smith, and he does
these little side projects that are not heavily promoted, but seriously groove like no
other. The track I am hooked on is called, “My Soul Aint For Sale”, and the neo-soul
artist Raheem DeVaughn is the lead vocalist.
