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Tuesday, February 24, 2009 posted by OrangePlus in Sex War

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Posted by Spazmo
02/24 04:20 PM

I hate moms.



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Posted by Tapestry of Passion
02/24 05:30 PM

Wow what a prize the author of that piece must be. 

Far more entertaining is the drunk Diane Sawyer video.



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Posted by GoatBoy
02/25 12:22 PM

I never understood the “sex as chore” mindset. Even when I was slinging 1200 (or more) car, truck and boat batteries onto a pallet for eight or twelve hours, I still would have been glad to shower up and make sexytime. As in, whatever Too Tired is, I’ve never been that. You’ve got a devoted person willing and eager to make sure you get off and you cringe at their approach? Try making words come out of your mouth so that what happens suits you. No doubt some of these same women eat food they don’t love and trudge through workouts they hate because it’s good for them. But fucking, which is ostensibly fun and good for you? Nah, too tired.

I’ve yet to hear a report of anybody on their death bed wishing they’d gotten more sleep.

(FTR, yes, I’m aware that the article makes use of hyperbole, and yes we’ve raised a couple of poop factories ourselves. But the too tired, too stressed, too whatever brigade will be lamenting their skewed attitude in 20 years after their man’s libido has begun to flag and they’ve been conditioned not to try. So haha article. It is to funny forevar.)

Oh, and for any armchair analysts out there, let me assure you that the above in no way describes my situation. Ol’ GoatBoy is not getting too much sleep, gnomesayin.



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Posted by Moira
02/25 06:32 PM

When I was working 60 hour weeks at a startup, I had NO libido. It was killed by stress and overwork. (I also put on a few pounds because I never got any exercise, so there.)

GoatBoy, it’s not the physical exertion, it’s the emotional exhaustion. Hell, I was tired enough that there were nights that I simply could not summon up the energy to figure out WHAT TO EAT for dinner. I would end up crying because I was hungry and had nothing left in me to make a decision to get up, go to the fridge and eat something, ANYTHING.

Now, I’m closing in on 40 (rapidly) and wondering when the hell someone transplanted the brain of a 21 year old gay man into my head.



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Posted by Moira
02/25 06:33 PM

Ya’ll can fucking BITE ME.



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Posted by Tapestry of Passion
02/25 07:03 PM

oh snap



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