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Originally posted by Did you just call me Coltrane?
I can't imagine PLF enjoying anything.
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In a way, you are correct, although the facile psychobabble you ascribe as causation for who I am is off the mark. But I understand you are struggling to understand something that you, ultimately, will never be able to understand. It is true that I do not enjoy things in the manner that I think you do. For example, I am a decent cook and have developed a sophisticated palate and have learned a lot about food, but not out of any passion for the subject. Instead, I have learned that this knowledge and expertise will serve me well when conversing with colleagues, cooking for houseguests, courting potential mates. As for the third of these three, the ultimate objective is, of course, to engage in sexual relations. I find this enjoyable, I suppose, but again not out of any passion for the act. Instead, I understand that engaging in sexual acts will help achieve a physical and chemical release that increases efficiency in other aspects of my life and helps keep me mentally and physicaly healthy. Don't get me wrong -- I do not perform the act robotically. I have learned to be tender, giving, reciprocating, and act the part of the lover, the lustful youth, whatever the occasions requires. The problem most men experience is that they become impatient pre-act, and bored thereafter. But I do not experience boredom or the related emotion impatience -- I am just as happy to engage in the small talk, showering of affections, cuddling, whatever as I am to mountain bike, watch TV, etc. They are just additional aspects of the lovemaking process for me, no more or less important than the actual orgasm. And although I have to say that I would never choose your life among the happy back-of-the-bus retards, I do admit to curiosity, for it strikes me that these happy retards are, in fact, genuinely happy, or at least as happy as their diminished capacity allows. And sometimes I wonder what that is like.
