The jig is up, ladies. We’ve been found out. Now that studies show women are just as sexual as men, if not more, we can no longer pretend to be less into sex, less lustful, less visual, less turned on, less naughty, less bored, less anything. The world now knows that we are as guilty as any old horndog this side of the Mississippi of wanting to get up on that shit, and how.
Unforch, the big diff here is that after centuries of systematically brainwashing us into thinking we can transcend all sexual needs, don’t care about sex and aren’t turned on by anything not tied by string to an engorged diamond (dick), we’re not really ready to unleash the dam just yet. So if you see me walking by, and the tears (of repressed desire) are in my eyes, look away. Because while you were telling us we didn’t need sex as much, we used the time. We GOT SHIT DONE. Reasons we won’t be tapping into that untapped reservoir of rampant lust just yet:
You’re obviously not ready for this jelly.
Game of Thrones.
Catching up on old New Yorkers.
Leaning in.
Don’t feel like playing the part of pre-Victorian era whore tonight.
Macrame.
Fine, still scrapbooking.