Physical

Maybe I’d like things to be a bit more physical. Maybe I’d like to get fucked.

 

My husband used to fuck me in the shower. In our early years. Sing it to the tune of that Neil Diamond song: You don’t fuck me in the shower … anymore.

 

Maybe I’d like to fuck in the shower. I’d like to fuck in the shower, please. Please, philosopher. I’d like to be fucked in the shower.

 

A cock has no brain, right? Your cock has only one purpose: to fuck. Turns out your cock doesn’t actually want to fuck. Do you have a malfunctioning cock? Is it not working right? Or is it me? Am I insufficiently fuckable?

Your cock is going to fuck things up, philosopher.

 

Bodies. Do bodies matter to philosophers? Does my body matter to you, philosopher?

 

I was quiet for a while … did you like that? I didn’t say anything while we were … Fucking … yes, fucking. That word: fucking. I don’t mind that word, fucking.

Can’t you just enjoy it?

You’re supposed to be the philosophical one. You’re supposed to be the one who over-thinks … Do philosophers philosophise about sex? What do they have to say about sex?