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2008-02-09
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I have a history of sexual failures. The few times I loved having sex was when I was drunk on vodka. Honestly, I don't have the answer to my problem and I'm certainly tired of suffering the mystery. It isn't about me and my sexual inadequecy. It's about the lovers I choose and their sexual inadequecy. Most spirtualists would claim it is wrong to blame others but the proof is in the pudding. Obviously, I think I deserve inertia-plagued, overweight men with sexually-turbulent pasts. That's my problem, not theirs.
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