Anti-Climax

Mu just asked, "What is the anti-climax?" He posited that Pound Town, from the female perspective, would be the anti-Christ of passion. I can see this as so. Pound Town is the hood of sex. I'm talking East St. Louis or the South Bronx in the 70's--a place you could only admire in the sense of its resiliency to still house living creatures. Not humans, an intellectual wouldn't disrespect consciousness like that. Roaches. Now, I will say that I love to take people to Pound Town so I don't know how much I wish to delve into the idea of it being counter productive to the sex I'm laying down as pleasure. Yet, it is a spot that can only be reached through sheer ignorance to love as a tango, for it is a selfish trip.

Pound Town is dominance incognito. Well its not quite hidden, a dude is trying to ride you out and there are no mistakes about duration, velocity, and lack of eye contact. However, I've always walked that long green mile with the idea that no matter what, she must be getting her fill. Even if you do not want to go to Disney World, you have to enjoy some part of it. The turkey wings sold like cotton candy? With all this said, at the end of the day, there is no semblance of passion or even enjoyment from the male save the enjoyment one gets from murder. It took me a couple of anxiety attacks by the woman I love to understand that Pound Town in no way is close to a precipice of passion. Even a nympho is not trying to get the Spanish Armada up in her channel all the live long day. Take your time fellas. Don't take an ugly girl to meet you mother and don't take a girlfriend to Pound Town.

As for the guy's perspective of an anti-climax? Obviously outside of the whole star fish bullshit that some chicks do; I mean some bullshit! I would have to say the anti-climax is the expectation he should always be in control. If love/sex is a two-way street then make me stay in my lane. Show me the way to go. Yeah I'll get there but sometimes its nice to have mapquest to find the shortest route, or at least a confirmation that the next left is the right left. When right is left what am I left to right? Nothing!

Its a huge turn off when a women seems to be guarding the P-stripes, then lets you in expecting to be taken care off. If you want me to do everything then why the fuck did I have wait so long? That's a selfishness in its own right. So, the anti-climax in general is selfishness.

I popped an Ambien before this thinking I would be fucked up during this post. I am sadly disappointed.