Blasted Lying Tricks
The problem with casual sex is that most people don't seem to take it that
casually. It's only fun when it is at summer camp or a science fiction
convention or someplace else inconvenient. That way you can pretend to
yourself that you would do the relationship for real if you could.
A number of years ago, I found myself brutally rebounding from a
traumatic break-up. The relationship which preceded this break-up,
while decidedly non-casual for either of the parties involved, was
decidedly more casual for the party who was not me. So my rebounding
little heart did not feel like being anything beyond painfully fucking
casual at the time. My indifference made me totally irresistable.
Proud men went out of their heads with protestations of eternal burning
passion and straight women offered to adjust their sexual orientation.
My personal slogan was: "Womanizing is the disease and I am the cure."
I hated most of my insignificant others and they loved being vulnerable
to my disgust. If you dated me during that time period, you might not
think that is funny, but I do, so welcome to the Summer Love/Casual Sex
issue of BLT. And, hey, I'm really sorry, but I'm just not looking for
a relationship right now . . . at least not with you. Ugh!
Sandy: Amelia G
Danny: Forrest Black
Pink Ladies: Sarah McKinley Oakes, Your Kindly Uncle William Judy,
Your Nasty-Ass Nephew Andrew GreenbErg, and George Bevis
Lettermen: Eric "Slash" Dunn, Steve Gothic, Allen Salyer, Volk
Volume 5, #3, ISSN 1068-2031 BIPAD 83617, copyright 1995 CBLT,
BLT (Black Leather Times) is a registered trademark of CBLT.
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