Vixandra
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To kink, or not to kink: that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind and body to suffer
The floggings and spakings of outrageously good fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of backsides,
And by beating fulfill them? To orgasm: to cum;
Evermore; and by a cum to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand electric shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To orgasm, to cum;
To cum: perchance to squirt: ay, that's from the rub;
For in that cumming of orgasm what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this vanilla coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes sexuality of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and thorns of love,
The dominator's love, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of paddled love, the law's delay,
The insolence of SAMMYS and their smart-assery
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bod? who would floggings bear,
To grunt and sweat under a sensual life,
But that the dread of something afterward,
The undiscover'd country from whose burn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those wills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus bondage does make slaves of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is flushed o'er with the rosy cast of thought,
And enterprises of great girth and movement
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Hard you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy corsets
Be all my sins revered.
I'm feeling rather Shakespearean right now. The original speech is, of course, from Hamlet by the Bard himself.
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind and body to suffer
The floggings and spakings of outrageously good fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of backsides,
And by beating fulfill them? To orgasm: to cum;
Evermore; and by a cum to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand electric shocks
That flesh is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish'd. To orgasm, to cum;
To cum: perchance to squirt: ay, that's from the rub;
For in that cumming of orgasm what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this vanilla coil,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes sexuality of so long life;
For who would bear the whips and thorns of love,
The dominator's love, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of paddled love, the law's delay,
The insolence of SAMMYS and their smart-assery
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bod? who would floggings bear,
To grunt and sweat under a sensual life,
But that the dread of something afterward,
The undiscover'd country from whose burn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those wills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus bondage does make slaves of us all;
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is flushed o'er with the rosy cast of thought,
And enterprises of great girth and movement
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. - Hard you now!
The fair Ophelia! Nymph, in thy corsets
Be all my sins revered.
I'm feeling rather Shakespearean right now. The original speech is, of course, from Hamlet by the Bard himself.
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