You Can Go Home Again

In the old days people thought the world was flat. Common sense instructed denizens of ancient times that whatever direction they sailed into, they would fall off the face of the earth. Man is intrinsically an ignorant pile of protoplasm.

Not realizing what was the cause of the bubonic plague and infections, the medicine of that day were not much different from the witchcraft of the Dark Continent. Examples of our intellectual limits are most dramatic when it comes to our belief in the supernatural and the man-created gods of the Greeks, the Romans and our need for a supernatural being called God.

Heaven and hell are adult fairy tales that give us hope in the face of our deteriorating bodies and the certainty of our death when we are then turned into worm food. When we decompose we will be in neither hell nor heaven and the simplistic hope of Muslims that virgins await their arrival after they blow themselves up is ludicrous. Life is but a brief stop on the way to our physical oblivion.

We hold tightly onto the mirage of love, friendship, loyalty and honesty. A recent book called “The Female Brain” highlighted the differences between the minds of men and women so let’s touch on that right now, shall we?

Women think about sex once a day; men think about it every 58 seconds. Men are merely containers for their testosterone. They are the cavemen of yore, always on the hunt. Like seals and most other animals they want harems and repositories to dump their sperm. To be macho is a redundancy for being male. In a gay world any hole will do. A gaping asshole or mouth is home for the hot wad. We would fuck wildebeests and buffalos if we could catch them and felt the urge.

Women, for the most part, play it cool. It is unfair that a sex-loving woman is a slut and a sex-loving man is merely normal. Men are the aggressors. Men are on top and doing the penetration. Exceptions to this rule are bull dikes pumping their timid female partners. Men see the world as one giant bed where they will lay their partners down and with all the gusto they can muster and arrive in spasms of orgiastic joy. It is this dance of our chemical and intrinsic differences that have created the world we live in; bordellos, mistresses, topless clubs, pornography, engagement rings and picking up the check for dinner.

We are salesmen trying to sell Eskimos a fridge or an empty-headed bimbo the bullshit that we really care about her. We will fill her head with nonsense as the foreplay we need to fill her vagina with our cocks.

If I can fill her gaping pussy with my man meat she will be my savior thanks to her torrid acceptance of my erect appendage. I have returned to the first hole I knew, my mother’s pussy when she popped me out. When I am lapping labia or crawling into my new pussy I am returning to the womb. I am returning home. Some writers have argued that you can’t go home again but I intend to prove them wrong.

When I was born 70 years ago I was too stupid to lick my mother’s pussy, it was too bloody. I have spent the rest of my life trying to make up for that lapse. The female cunt is my validation and affirmation that life is not simply a veil of tears. Though it is a fabrication to believe that cunnilingus is my salvation it sure as hell beats bowling. And unlike licking an ice cream cone, it has a low-fat content.

Women and men are as different as dolphins and anteaters. Women have antennas on their bleached hair that are constantly aware of the emotions and needs of those around them. The only antenna a man has is his cock, which picks up the vibrations of a willing clitoris. Though the antennae are metaphysical, the brain circuitry and hormones that make women so much more attuned, and some would say beholden, to the emotions of others are very real. It’s these physical attributes that make the women and the womb the desired home for our tongues and dicks.

We want to have women as blankets for security. Women represent home and hearth and encircle us with their love. Sometimes their love is like a bear trap and a prison. But when everything is in harmony, a woman’s serenity, it is the perfect fit for the male’s aggressiveness. Women are less likely to cheat and seek other cocks while men are always on the hunt. When most women cheat they seek the joy of lesbianism and other friendly vagina. The absolute proof that men and women are different is demonstrated by going to any playground in the world. The boys are running around like chickens without heads and the girls are more sedate and self contained.

There are clear difference in the brains of men and women. It is scientifically proven. We should be aware of the differences and embrace them. Were that not the case we would all be gay. The ultimate philosophical truth is Viva la Différence. All men seek to be enfolded in the arms and thighs of the women around us.

Good Catholics drink the blood of Christ, but for me eating pussy is the religious ritual I most love. When I genuflect in front of a woman and drop to my knees and lick the walls of her fleshy snatch, I have entered my church. This is why I am able to put up with women for all these years. Licking a svelte girl’s ass and lapping her pussy are turn-ons. The thought of putting my tongue in a guy’s hairy asshole makes me want to vomit.