Of all the things we've learned, we still haven't learned where did this desire to want to know come from?
One thing I have no worry about is whether God exists. But it has occurred to me that God has Alzheimer's and has forgotten we exist.
Sex is such a personal thing - why do we insist on sharing it with another person?
To me the term "sexual feedom" meant freedom from having sex.
What you try to bury just ends up burying you.
I feel like my life is just passing me by like two ships in the night. And I have missed both boats.