I feel like I’m losing my marbles. Another episode, I suppose. Alone with my thoughts for too long. Perhaps this will be removed for promoting despair and suicidality. Writing can ease pain, as can empathy. I hope at least one of you reads my thoughts:
Once, there was a trio of friends who decided to go to a strip club for the first time. None of them liked it:
The first friend was asexual. They realized that they had no strong sexual attraction to anyone, and became happy upon accepting themselves for who they were, realizing that it just wasn’t for them.
The second friend was gay. They realized that they’d been trying to force themself to be something they’re not. They went on to have a loving, healthy relationship with a same-sex partner.
The third friend was a pedophile. They had no strong attraction to adults. When they got home, they cried for a very long time. They couldn’t shut off their feelings for children, nor could they ever romantically love a child and have their love returned.
Never were they to feel a the warm loving embrace of a significant other. Never were they to have a family to call their very own. Never were they to make love with a consenting partner…