MsEsfero: переводы

→Think about it. How many monumental moments in history can be chalked up to just wanting to be noticed by some sexy peeps? Huh? Napoleon’s victories, the Trojan Horse, rock ’n’ roll, peanut butter M&Ms. . .well, that last one I cannot back up, but I am totally right on with the others. Men and women have spent generations preening like neophyte peacocks in order to press flesh, and yet along the way have managed to achieve so much. Who would have thought lust would carry us into the future? Makes you look at Star Trek a whole new way, huh? You think Bill Gates got any play without genius and a stake in Microsoft?

→Who cares why we want to rub up on yummies? The fact is that we do, and calling it a sin is asinine at best. Why are people so ashamed of being human? Why do people attach terrible stigmas to instinctual behavior? You would think lust would be the one human drive that would almost be a guaranteed “Get Out Of Jail Free” card, seeing as any person with junk in their trunk and nothing good on cable likes to shoot sticky DNA on their carpet. Yes ladies, I know that is not how you work: Get in the bath, light some candles, and think about Gerard Butler then. God knows I do.

→Real lust is a celebration of the sexual self, a whole other side of yourself that comes to life in the right circumstances. It is letting yourself go, trusting that the other person is there with you. Real lust gets your blood going; it gets everything going, really.

→In short, lust should always be accompanied by good fucking.

→In our DNA, there is the built-in compulsion to breed, to procreate, spreading our “selves” as far as we can. The fact that it feels good is just an extra as far as I am concerned. Between the golden ratio and pheromones, it is a wonder more people are not fucking in the streets. So between instinct and free will, we get screwed, if you can excuse the pun. Man or woman, gay or straight, the intricacies of sex are major driving forces in our lives. Besides, a lot of our advancement is due to our wanting to get laid.

→Sure there are some things I wish I had never done. There are certain people I wish I had never seen naked, let alone done the hunka chunka with. There was a woman I slept with on my twenty-eighth birthday in Poughkeepsie, New York, that was misshapen, missing teeth, and wearing blue spandex pants I am still trying desperately to forget. Nature has a habit of letting some erratic genes get through. Fuck, where was I? Oh yeah, we all have a troll under a few burnt bridges, but what one might call bad decisions, I like to call whittling down my array of taste. In other words, when you are shelling beans, you throw away the ones that might get you sick. You feel me?