I'm spent.
This semester is draining all of the sexual impulse out of me. I don't know if it's the stress of thesis or the lack of attractive men in this town, but I'm all out. I can't imagine having sex any time in the near future. Instead of masturbating, I paint. Too much information? Probably, but the painting's cute.
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Ok, I was kidding. I still masturbate.
aren't artists supposed to be sexually frustrated? i mean, look at Van Gogh--he couldn't get any action, so he cut off his frickin' ear.
Well, I don't think I should ever be sexually frusterated. I think that I should be massaged and caressed and adored at all times, purhaps even when I'm in the process of painting. I mean, someone should be rubbing my fucking toes right now. But since I don't live in that perfect world...
Thanks for the link, hot stuff.
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