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I started this note on the thought that I can enjoy fucking only when it arouses creative thought (not detachment) which flows in and out and around and of the person or persons to whom I make love. Once it wells into words, ideas, the fucking loses its savor. Which is why Adele{{LJ:Adele}} was so furious at me the night of the fuckanalysis. She knew that a joyous act had become a painful one for me; I was no longer thinking-flowing, but ideating—stopping and starting. | I started this note on the thought that I can enjoy fucking only when it arouses creative thought (not detachment) which flows in and out and around and of the person or persons to whom I make love. Once it wells into words, ideas, the fucking loses its savor. Which is why Adele{{LJ:Adele}} was so furious at me the night of the fuckanalysis. She knew that a joyous act had become a painful one for me; I was no longer thinking-flowing, but ideating—stopping and starting. | ||
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