tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327348657265652781.post4640313425315619073..comments2023-10-03T11:41:21.191+01:00Comments on The Truth About Lies: #619Jim Murdochhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327348657265652781.post-49036090459690773542016-02-19T13:04:07.932+00:002016-02-19T13:04:07.932+00:00I think what’s important in this poem, Kass, is it...I think what’s important in this poem, <b>Kass</b>, is it’s that <i>William</i> does the touching. It’s not Hot Stuff that touches him. He’s curious. Naturally. But what does he expect? For most of us our first experiences of sex are vicarious. We read about it. And it sounds <i>great</i>. I clearly remember the first time I had sex and it was an eye-opener. I didn’t run off screaming or anything but it did not live up to my expectations. NOTHING could’ve lived up to my expectations. And that’s the thing about getting to do stuff we’ve dreamed about. Mostly it’s disappointing. What’s worse: not knowing or knowing? It’s not such a straightforward choice.Jim Murdochhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12786388638146471193noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6327348657265652781.post-35222876028664754802016-02-17T17:05:16.424+00:002016-02-17T17:05:16.424+00:00Burning - screaming - the pain of not understandin...Burning - screaming - the pain of not understanding...quite intense and accessible, even if a deeper meaning is beyond arm's reach.Kasshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05233330248952156754noreply@blogger.com