Do I tap dance around your apparent interest in the frequency at which I pull my pud?

Perhaps you should be more interested in your own dick, its demands upon you, and wherefrom those demands issue

(Points at lonely women like Trixie; reminder: women are closer to the collective unconscious than us mindless males, *though they will never admit that they are the very ones, separated from us by this artificial distance created in this superficial society, that call us to exercise our peni. Why? Because (I duly suspect) they both get a spectral gratification from it, but also are anger by the ease with which we give in, and also would like the opportunity to be present for said gratification, yet have been for centuries told to be demure about their sexual appetites, and are thereby angered at being made the scapegoats for this sad division of so many working pitiably in the rat-race only to hasten the destruction of this world with the detritus of our need for temporary material comforts, while in large numbers dressing like they want to be forcibly raped in the street. Such is modern society, in all its glorious despicable sadness.)

Go Bang A Bitch, Already. There should be a day named for that activity. I blame Christianity. They need to pay more attention to that old proverb, "A Woman Scorned" (will clutch at your dick from a distance subconsciously, without knowing it, just by the desperation of being ignored. You ever ignore a woman? It really pisses them off!)