the other night, feeling a bit blue about being so unlucky in love, i happened to catch a documentary on bbc america reveals on ‘objectum sexual’ disorder, “i married the eiffel tower.” there were 3 women on the show that were in love and lust over inanimate objects, such as the golden gate bridge, berlin wall, fences, an organ in a church (and i’m not talking about any particular member of a priest), and a carnival ride. i was watching a bit dumbstruck by how these women spoke of their intense love for these objects, if you closed your eyes and inserted a person’s name in place of these objects, you would swear that they were in love and making love to human beings.
at first, it made me so sad that these women would never feel the warmth of your lover’s kiss on your eyelids, a tender embrace, the musky smell of your lover’s skin while his cock is pumping your tight, wet pussy, and the taste of his cum in your mouth…then again, i don’t have these things in my life right now, and i certainly can’t force a guy to be with me right now. and here are these women, as “strange” and “sad” as it seems, but they actually find ways to be with their objects of affection, so who’s happier in their love lives?
the jury is still out…
btw, i sorta wish i suffered from this disorder? lately, i’ve been intensely training for my first triathlon, so my road bike olly and i have been getting quite close and personal…my crotch burns! ;p
