Would seem to be a physical phenomenon; that is equally as pleasurable for the giver as for the receiver… irregardless of one’s gender identity , or associated sexual orientation. Because, if it isn’t. How on Earth CAN you explain all of the return clients, whom are seemingly eager to indulge in something that will only serve to hurt them in the loong run. Like many a riscaye activity; that most can’t even begin to explain their dependence on… need I say more.
Nevertheless, despite the OLD description of the engaging of this phenomenon. It would seem, that society has evolved to yet a NEW version… of that SAME OLD, physical phenomenon. Who’s obvious gratifying, sensation… if you will, is achieved through manners that require no physical intimacy whatsoever. As it involves a process by which one allows there trust to be abused, in much the same way you’re orafice was used… by the same one’s that used it before hand, in a manner of speaking. Which in my opinion is rhetorical, as if I’m gonna endure that type of sadistic trauma… faar be it from me ; to achieve this goal at the hands of another whom is basically grooming you to sell you’re soul. As once that trust is abused you’re services are no longer needed, like those that have lost everything and were ultimately mistreated. When they had but one thing that the perveyer was after, which could go a loong way in explaining that after they got it… there was MUCH laughter. As it isn’t until it’s too late, that one realizes the fate… of an utter and complete betrayal of a chatastrophic mistake.
Although, if you’re looking for anyone that endorses nonsense to see it as such, you fail to see the primitive logic in that stuff. That doesn’t involve equations describing the effieciency and feasibility of the plot, but merely a means to the next sucker waiting a the bus stop. Parked on the bench and wishing for a car, when out of the blue would come a star. Much like the one you wished on the night before, that explains to you they got what you looking for … for sure. However, when you explain, that all you got right now is you’re rent… to you’re surprise that’s all the vehicle cost and 5 minutes later it’s spent. However, now you mad, because you no longer have the rent you had, and you gon get evicted by you’re landlord: aka/ you’re dad.
N, the car you bought was nothing more than a pretty lemon, that put you down a few miles away; from where you’d been perched on the bench that day… ain’t that something. Suffice to say, if I’m gonna indulge in an activity that’s knowingly uncomfortable to most, I think I’d rather have some type of personal INPUT in the proceedure … so to speak. Because, you’re not always in a POSITION to take one of these L’s for yourself… let alone the TEAM. #gofigure