Sex Addicts.
Hey.
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What is a sex addict!
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What does that bring to mind.
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I mean, are men expecting to be taken seriously when they say things like….
“I didn’t mean to play away but I just couldn’t help myself…or
“It happened so suddenly I just could not stop it”
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I mean, can it be real, are these men actually expecting to get sympathy from their women, when they say these things with a straight face!
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There is no excuse.
We are not talking about a separate entity here, one who possesses you.
It does not have a mind of it’s own, and, perhaps, an inexplicable penchant for red-spotted bow ties.
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It is a willy!
A piece of their body.
It has no brain.
It cannot talk .
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There can be no conversations with the bloody thing.
No times where it evilly whispers reasons for using it.
No times when it persuasively cajoles in an irrisistable and totally mesmerising way, in order to force the reluctant owner to do what they actually bloody want to do in the first place.
I know that many men do think of that particular appendage as their best friend, and also give it a name and create a personality go go along with that name, but it is all male delusion.
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Shoplifters will be putting forward a similar excuse soon.
They will excuse their actions by saying that “I am sorry M’Lud, but my hand made me do it. It all happened so quickly that I could not stop it. It was all over before I realized what I was doing.”
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Yea right!
If Big H ever tried that excuse, he would be out on his bloody ear, even if I would miss his special sandwiches.
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Speaking of those, he is making me some for my lunch. All without crusts and cut into tiny little triangles….on a pretty plate.
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How fabulous is that!
Love,
J
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