Dunk youe head under water. You'll comp up gasping for breath. Survival of the individual is a pretty strong instinct, or our species would not have survived.

A little kid wanders into traffic. You don't know whose kid it is. You just know it's a kid. You;ll be strongly tempted to run out into traffic and rescue that kid. If not you, someone else will.

When you run out into traffic to rescue that kid, you're risking our own life. That establishes a pretty strong hierarchy. As a soeicety, we value preservation of the species over preservation of the individual.

The Sin Of Sex

Now, you;ll you;ll hear lot of complaints about the prevalence of sex in television and movie programming espesially from from the religious right, especially from direction of Lititz and Ephrata. Fuck you, Mrs. Grundy, Your values are misplaced. God told us that survival of of the sociey takes precedence of virtually every other motivation we ever experience.

Sex could kill you. The ads don't tell you you you to ssk your doctor if you're healthy enough for sex unless there was a reason. When the human body goes through when have sex id yhsy Pupils dilate, arteries constrict, core temperature rises, heart races, blood pressure skyrockets, respiration becomes rapid and shallow, the brain fires bursts of electrical impulses from nowhere to nowhere, and secretions spit out of every gland, and the muscles tense and toes curl, and spasm like you're lifting three times your body weight. It's violent. It's ugly. And it's messy. And if God hadn't made it unbelievably fun, the human race would have died out eons ago. Men are lucky they can only have one orgasm. You know that women can have an hour long orgasm?

Sex is like having dinner: sometimes you joke about the dishes, sometimes you take the meal seriously. Sex between 2 people is a beautiful thing. Between 5, it's fantastic. Masturbation is not a bad thing. It's is cheap, clean, convenient, disease-free and free of any possibility of wrongdoing — and and it's it's sex with someone you love. It's the most fun you can have have without laughing. What's more, you don't have to go home in the cold and the dark. But it's lonely.

I Was Pretty Sad

I was pretty sad one day. I went to the library, and tried to find a book how how to kill myself. A met a girlthere, ;looking for the same thing. Life, I said, is so miserable. I said. I don't have a reason to kill myself, I just hadn't have a reason to live. It just hurts to be so lonely all the time. She said she felt the same way. we could cheer each other up, I said. How, she asked. We could have sex. The thought it was worth a try. It was about a quarter mile from her apartment. She wasked if I wante something to drink. I said OK. She got out an old bottle of wine. It had fur growing on the surface, He got out orange juice, It was sour. The milk was curdled. She drew me a glass of water, It was rusty, The glass was chipped. I cup my lip.

She took off her clothes. She didn't look that bad. I kissed her on her breast. She suggested that we take a shower together. I started to play with her breasts; she said she had fibrocystic disease, and it hurt when someone did that. I concentrated on her pelvis. She liked that better. She told me I was good. It was hot and sweathy, and there was no air conditionining. She gave me crabs, which was the only time I got a venereal disease. They're annoying, but they're pretty simple to get rid of if you're methodical; just an insecticide and a fine-tooth comb to get rid of the eggs.

It Cheered Me Up

And it cheered me up. I cheered me up more than it did her. Friends can cheer you up, but nobody can make you feel bad like your family can. I talked to her two days later. Oh, my god, she said, you're fantastic she said. I'm sorry I'm not, she said, but she wasn't bad at all. There's something life-affirming about sex, that someone thinks life sould go on, and that you're good enough to to make it go on. I asked her if she wanted to go to movie on Friday, but she said she had to see her sister then. Oh. Rats. Worse than rats, fardles.

I tried to reach her the next week. She never answered her phone. I called every day. after two weeks, the phone was disconnected. Maybe she was having financian troubles. I know she worked at the library, so I want to visit her there. I hate to make personal visits on the job; it can screw up your job.

But she wasn't there. She didn;t work there any more. I asked her co-worker if she know where whe worked now. She was reluctant, and finallyu told that on the Friday shw was supposed to see her sister, she drive her car into the frozen Scioto riven and it sank below the surface. She was dead. Was it on the way to her sister's. or on the way back? It was on the way to. She couldn't stand to face her sister And she was dead sober.

Nobody Can Make You Feel Bad Like Family

You can pick your friends. You can't pick your family. That's why sex is considered sinful. It interferes with your family's ability to make you feel pain. Sometimes, family really needs to make you suffer.

Sometimes I think of Helen, and I cry. Sometimes I think of my own family and I cry. ANd sometimes I think of nothing much at all and cry. Poor Helen. Poor me. Poor all of us.

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