Hey, Faggot:
X lowers your inhibitions, impairs your judgment, and makes you just absolutely fucking love everybody. That’s a dangerous troika. Topping it off, X makes you chatty–very, very chatty. If only X were content to simply let you feel the feelings, but no, X makes you want to–have to–communicate the feelings it’s (a) magnifying, or (b) manufacturing. Careful who you’re with when you take X: promises sworn sky-high are sometimes impossible to extract ourselves from once we land–it’s not a good first-date drug. If only something could be added to X rendering users mute until it wears off.
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I am a hopelessly het female who desperately wants to be a dyke. Lesbians are totally cool, and straight men piss me off more every day. Unfortunately, the little bit of lesbian erotica I’ve seen really grossed me out, and all my crushes are still on men. What’s a girl to do? –Lesbo Wannabe
“Wrong number” calls from nice guys that somehow morph into phone sex are usually not as innocent as the guys who initiate these calls manage to make them seem. Are you with me? I’ve received a handful of letters from women describing the exact same scenario: innocent wrong number, “crazy world” conversations that drift onto sex and relationships, and before you know it, you’re masturbating on the phone. Women who would never call a phone-sex line find themselves, in a sense, working one–doing for free what other women pull down 10 or 20 dollars an hour for. Trolling for free phone-sex may be time consuming for the guy, but considering the high price of professional phone sex–three to five bucks a minute and up–it’s worth his time and trouble.
