Oysters? Diamonds? Conch Chowder? Spanish fly? Amateurs. Poetry? Flowers? Lingerie? Perfume? Pretenders. The truest, most powerful aphrodisiac isn’t any of these - it is hate. Sex does not live in our heads or our hearts, sex lives in our bowels, in the dark spaces within and below. Sex resides in our loins where hate festers, masticating us from
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