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charming abused women:   Moon with her sail full of myths, trickery and slippery hope,   moon in a fever of insomnia, charming flaws and half-hearted, grainy light, beautiful and broken like the world it spills into . . .   This sounds like the perfect fuck medicine, that a lot of women offer up from their astrological calculations. I’ve always been enamoured by astrological women – especially in the beginning. But after the honey-moon phase of fucking for six or seven months, you always make the discovery that they are deeply flawed.   And a great many of them, despite their beautiful physical form – have been deeply abused at some point in their past. And they tend to want to relive their anal sexual abuse, which always comes out at some point in conversation – around the sixth or seventh month.   And as a front-door kind of guy, that kind of thing always comes to me as a warning sign. And I think to myself – why do you want me to fuck you in the ass?   It screams out to me – Damaged Goods – Something is very fucked-up here.   That said, I’ve obliged from time to time, but it’s not my thing. And I always absolutely feel disgusted with myself afterward.   I feel disgusted – because I allowed myself to be drawn into her endless fantasy of reliving some abusive moment of her past.   And I feel like I am extending that abuse into the present, by helping her to relive it.   And that’s when it finally comes to me, that there’s nothing I can do to help this person… so long as she is intent on reliving her abusive past… be it by drawing me into it as an actor… or whiling me with her smiles… or persuading me by her honey-talk.   And they always tend to be incredibly persuasive… even if you run into them two or three years later, in the very bar that you initially met them.   And if you happen to fuck around with them again, they always draw you back into the same old trip.     ~/~