Blondie once said I was “the horniest virgin she’s ever met”. I’m beginning to see her point.
But if she knew how much I really think about sex, I think she’d be disgusted.
Hell, I disgust myself.
I bet Chef Boy would have sex with me. But I don’t want to have sex with him. He’s like my brother. Except much nicer than my real brother. He’s like, my nice brother. Who may or may not be in love with me. (Fuck.) And I tried to imagine myself having sex with him… and it just made me feel weird. Can’t do it. Simply cannot do it. With him, that is.
And yes, I’m a virgin. But I’m also a virgin who, I believe, would venture into the land of soft-core BDSM. The bondage films of Bettie Page and movies like Secretary intrigue me in a way that I can’t quite describe.
I would just watch porn online if it didn’t weird me out. (Yes. Watching porn weirds me out. That is, unless I found some porn for women. Now that, I would be interested in checking out.)
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