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The No-nonsense Guide to Self-Entertainment in Singapore


Wanted to write something like that for awhile. Someone emailed me for it, so I thought I'd give it a start. I'll fine tune and add on to it when I have more time.

I've been having all these strange thoughts popping into my head lately.
So someone was talking to me about stem cell research, and I thought, my god. What if we were able to produced human beings in a commercially viable meathod... wouldn't that... undermine the necessity for sex. That would be sad.

And what would some religions do (?!)

I grew up thinking sex was a dirty thing. And they still teach that. They're like, oh, it's ALLRIGHT within the scantity of marriage since God requires us to procreate and fill the land. Well, it'll be interesting to see what cults might form for the abolishment of sex. Probably right-winged moral bigots that are in their hearts of hearts really lesbians with sagging cunts. Oh that was rude.

Ah, but then we'd be playing God, and that's kinda wrong too. Oh no, what to do.

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Michel Houellebecq is so melancholic.

"Men who grow old have it easier then older women [...] Women take tranquillizer, go to yoga classes, see a shrink; They live alot longer and suffer alot more. They try to trade on their looks, even when they know their bodies are sad an ugly. They get hurt, but they do it anyway, because they can't give up the need to be loved."

*Shudder*
Well, that's why I'm seizing the day.

Imortalizing my youth in tons and tons of lovely nudes.
Oh and being loved as much as I possibly can too.

xoxox