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Orgasm
I grew up in a sexually active generation,
Filled with girls pregnant at 14, and boys willing to rape me. So as a child I knew the ropes, I understood the terms and I knew how the whole "sex" thing worked.
Then one day in English class my teacher spoke about rare and beautiful feelings, most people thought about love. She told us to write a poem about a feeling we would want to feel forever, I remember this day. It was the same day that I had learned in sex ed about the orgasm, how that when an orgasm is in play, the human mind goes blank. The thoughts melt away and troubles disappear from eyes sight. This must be why the French refer to it as "the little death", you're literally dead. People don't think about the things they've said or the things they feel, because they know that no ones ever made them feel this way before, it's like you're so close to dying that feeling alive is just a joke. Imagine feeling nothing at all ... No pain, no love, no happiness. To exclude yourself to something more surreal is beautiful.
Filled with girls pregnant at 14, and boys willing to rape me. So as a child I knew the ropes, I understood the terms and I knew how the whole "sex" thing worked.
Then one day in English class my teacher spoke about rare and beautiful feelings, most people thought about love. She told us to write a poem about a feeling we would want to feel forever, I remember this day. It was the same day that I had learned in sex ed about the orgasm, how that when an orgasm is in play, the human mind goes blank. The thoughts melt away and troubles disappear from eyes sight. This must be why the French refer to it as "the little death", you're literally dead. People don't think about the things they've said or the things they feel, because they know that no ones ever made them feel this way before, it's like you're so close to dying that feeling alive is just a joke. Imagine feeling nothing at all ... No pain, no love, no happiness. To exclude yourself to something more surreal is beautiful.
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