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I cannot stand the functions of my husband's body or the fluids that come from it. I nearly gag at his breath or dirty socks or the mere idea of him pooping. He is pooping now. And it makes me not want to sleep near him. I'm just kind of grossed out by all things man. Which sucks because here we are with this free pass for sex without further complications.
He's coming to bed. Blurg.