I knew it.
That about you.
Or at least I had hoped so much.
That you, like me, are fascinated by sex. However, we differ in some respects, for I am most fascinated by my own sex, which I, like you, use for ratings(or that you use the sex of others to boost your ratings).
I use my own stuff because that much is like a train wreck. Very readable. What fantasies?
What the anvil? What the hammer? What the chain?
In what furnace, was thy brain?
I like the song Great Expectations by Kiss. Do I have expectations, projections, prognostications of the pleasure that is to come, all the while reading about Stoic self-denial, in which the Stoics approach an ascetic lifestyle?
I answer my own question with a leer.
So far away.
But this is good news, I say. Maybe not so much for those in your private life, that your soft underbelly has been exposed to YOUR OWN harsh searchlight.
I think Newt wants you. You evaluate that happening on your own.