I didn’t care much for singing birds, at least not before I’d had my first coffee so, that morning, I was quite happy to be greeted with silence rather than birdsong. I still had the images of that tail in my mind, and my body was still reacting to the sight, albeit in recollection as opposed to being viewed.
I’ve never been a man to let myself start the day with needless stress, and so I was well versed in the art of self-gratification. There is, and always has been, an unhealthy world view towards s*x, both for us and for interactions we have with other individuals. We still treat it as taboo and unnecessary when, in fact, it’s totally natural and completely necessary for most of us in whatever capacity we demand.
I’d always thought that society produces this bizarre juxtaposition whic
