Sharing food and having sex feel tightly entwined to me. There's something about offering corpses for feeding and becoming corpses for breeding that will save and damn ever soul.
Sharing food and having sex feel tightly entwined to me. There's something about offering corpses for feeding and becoming corpses for breeding that will save and damn ever soul.
Both two are extremely intimate acts.
Sharing food or eating with another human isn't necessarily sexual, but it is one of the most important human bonding rituals there is.
It is when you are supposed to let your guard down, when you let another human know you intrinsically trust and like them enough to be yourself.
Have you ever been inside an American High School Cafeteria? Who you eat with determines nearly everything about you socially.
To this day, the greatest insult I ever received was not being invited to Thanksgiving by Father, during the whole 'Everyone has to be vaccinated" phase of the pandemic.
And once people stopped giving a shit whether you were vaccinated or not, I returned that insult by telling him I would never eat with him again.
Who you eat with is absurdly important, it is one of the foundations of human social behavior.
And there is nothing more satisfying than a woman wanting to cook for you.
Sharing food or eating with another human isn't necessarily sexual, but it is one of the most important human bonding rituals there is.
Sorry to cross threads. The young woman I shared that poem with gave me cucumbers from her garden and accepted gazpacho made from what fresh ingredients I could find. I thought we had a moment. We might yet, who knows?
Have you ever been inside an American High School Cafeteria?
I ate lunch with the same 3 guys for 6 years. Our group fluctuated from 5 to 7, but to core of us 4 lasted those years. After graduation I proved the odd one out and disappeared. I got sucked into the fiction of love, the holes in my head, the emotion, the poetry, the life of dying in every line, the passion of ever searching for what was clearly at hand to find.
Now I own my business and can't get fired so I just hope I don't scare people too much.
After graduation I proved the odd one out and disappeared. I got sucked into the fiction of love, the holes in my head
Please explain