|Yar, it be a caaarse. A caaaaaarse!|
|I used to draw velociraptors, based on concept art for Jurassic|
Park and even used one in my GCSE Art display.
It was one of the few things that I drew that had a spark of
life in it, come to think of it.
|Like Tyler Durden, sometimes it speaks for me.|
It is therefore reasonable to conclude that my penis is cursed.
|Objectivity is male subjectivity.|
I say: bollocks to it.
No explanation? No feelings.
When we had a mini-fall-out over parenting, Tilly suggested we compare notes on what we wanted by writing down our aims and expectations. We could do this for parenting but not for sex, she said, because in sex we were just getting used to the idea of touching one another again and we weren't in the right place to go deeper. I rather suspect that we will never be in that place. Or, at least, not for a long while yet. Each little push from my cursed penis, each long drought, renders any emotional connection more distant.
And that's it for tonight.