October 28, 2002 - 9:44 AM

Aftermath

Aftermath

I like sex. I like sex plenty. But sometimes I don't like the aftermath of sex. You know what I am talking about, don't pretend you don't.

You know the aftermath I'm talking about. The one where you're having a great intense session and right afterward you find yourself curled up in the fetal position in a wet tub, your legs week, too week to stand, lying in your own feces and vomit, camera flashes going off above you. And then the next day, the next day, you wake up with a urinary tract infection, your genitals hurt as though a grizzly bear has been clawing at them, and your bowels have to evacuate themselves every hour. That's the aftermath I'm talking about. Don’t' pretend it's never happened to you. You know it has.

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