True Confessions

I am intrigued by the idea of two obese people having sex.
I'm talking OBESE. FAT, baby.

I enjoy looking at young women, 15 to 18 years old.

I might wax my back when it becomes very hairy, at the age of 40 or so.

I was a late bloomer.

I sincerely believe that people are, on the whole, useless.
It appalls me that the average woman would have sex with the average man.

I am the above average man.

I also sincerely believe that if you go to a community pool and spend one single hour looking at people, you will share my disgust for humanity.

Some of Bukowski's fuck stories have excited me.

Bukowski's story of a guy raping a five-year old girl did not excite me, thank heavens.

Cooper's Frisk, though an enjoyable book, did not excite me,
thank heavens even more.

Jokes aside, I really don't care where you put your cock. Or cunt.

I have never paid a woman for sex, outside the conventional dinner and drinks.

I enjoy getting drunk from jugs of cheap wine. E&J Gallo's Pink Rose is among my favorites.

I am, undoubtedly, one of the most paranoid persons you will ever meet, when it comes to intellectual property.

I don't exactly own 80 acres of intellectual property, if you know what I mean. More like a 1/4-acre plot in Bayonne.