I have had a hard time getting the pump primed lately in regards to this blog. It was easy prior to the election because EVERYTHING was so damned important, and relevant. It feels kind of like the first time you have sex. You wait and wait from the time you first think that intercourse involves sticking something somewhere to where you know how it all seems to just fit together. You have seen the pictures in your Mom's copy of Our Bodies, Our Selves and it looks just peachy. Maybe you got lucky and one of your friend's parents are out for a while and they have got their mitts on a VHS porn. You see how it all moves and works. Then it happens, usually not in the way you dreamed or hoped for. In my case, months of cajoling, threats of going elsewhere, and lies about blue balls finally sealed the deal. Sex ends up being better than you think and you like it just fine. But once it happens that first time, it is over. The anticipation and longing are gone(other than wanting to do it all of the time). I mainly felt relief, like it is finally fucking over. That was the election for me. It got done the way I wanted and now all I want to do is smoke a cigarette and go to sleep. I really admire the bloggers who are constantly updating and writing actual essays rather than the lazy linking I usually rely on. So, I guess what I am trying to say is that even though I lost my proverbial virginity on Election night, I still need to go to class and practice and all that shit. That just made great sense. This was going to be a post about the failed bailout but instead turned into a treatise on how I basically guilt tripped my first girlfriend into sex, and how that is just like blogging.
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