Hedonist Loving

What blissful majestically misadjusted creatures walk amongst us. Coming out of a relationship recently I noticed how the true dynamics of this kind of love works.

 

The typical relationship will start out of the following:

 

Endless teasing, flirting, talking about useless shit like how they were at 5 years of age (I never truly get this, who the fuck cares about that) hours of conversation about feelings, feelings and more soppy feelings, why we as a future couple should wait before having sex, colour coordination of the future kitchen, future kids names, who is getting inseminated, why KD Lang is the ultimate lesbian, ideal wedding schemes, they meet up, talk about how awsome they are, have sex, cuddle and a whole bunch of shit that I don't even feel like mentioning.  The above happens in about 2 days flat. I have never been the kind to give lesbians to much unwanted affection, before you can say Ellen, you are stuck with an over emotional, tearful, estragon hyped princess reversing her Venter into your backyard quoting lines out of Joan Hambidges's poetry.

 

WHY ARE THESE DYNAMICS LITTERED WITH SO MANY EMOTIONS?

 

Wake up dear lesbians, like men; the majority of real lesbians do not care about all of this!  Ever wanted to just slip into a coma when she starts going on and on and on about total crap? I have.  I'm not saying that I am a total rock when it comes to emotions, but excess kills it. How about some good old hedonist loving? How about that? Why can't it be simple, just two people, digging each other without all the excess.  I have found this and it works really well.  No drama.

 

Speaking of which - Exes - WE DON'T WANT TO HEAR ABOUT THEM, OKAY?

 

Nothing turns a person off faster than that, stop talking about it.  Buzz kill much? Much!

 

Then dear lesbians; a friendly tip - We love your vagina, keep it in your pants though, not in your personality.   

 

Sincerely:

Hedonist Helga