I once read a long time ago, in the 80s or 90s, an interesting book: "Notes of a sexologist", a type of scientific-popular. Who does not remember the author, unfortunately, he presented cases from practice.

I remembered an interesting case.

The woman turned, complained that she regularly gets an orgasm on her bicycle when she makes her trips. This bothered her, because disorientation occurs during orgasm, which is ultimately dangerous during movement.

It was examined by gynecologists and other specialists, no pathologies were detected.

This sexologist began to penetrate: what a bicycle is there, maybe the clitoris rubs around the seat, etc.? to

I started experimenting on a bicycle trainer – no orgasm! In no situation.

I started to find out further: it turned out, an orgasm always occurs in a certain place of the road. She pointed to this place and the sexologist examined it: it was a descent, that is, a woman was passing it at high speed. On the sides of the road grew evenly near high topoles.

Also, the woman pointed out that the orgasm occurred mostly in sunny weather.

After comparing everything, the sexologist came to the conclusion that when a woman is driving down the slope, the sun and shadows of the topols create a flashing light for her, like the stroboscope effect.

And that light causes an orgasm.

After reading the literature, the sexologist found the appropriate pathology for this phenomenon: it must have been a tumor of the pituitary gland (a gland located in the brain).

With further investigation, his guess was confirmed.

I photographed a double room, and the hostess had a very beautiful daughter, one year older than me. At that time I didn’t use cannabis. And here, I mean, we smoked this girl, we sat in the kitchen, we played cards, we talked. Girl, it is me.

D: And I thought, why do I have all these difficulties with relationships?

I: Well yes

D: I would have a boy a year or two younger, just for sex

I: - Fuck, I have no free friends.

Five Seconds of Silence and Surprise

D: I go to sleep.



Three years later, I sit down and drink tea and I say: Fuck, that was a slander!

A man writes on the Internet about the achievements of the USSR in war, in space, in sport, and he thinks, “I didn’t have mortgage debts then.”

When my father disappeared in the evacuation in 1942, I began to have a depression, I didn’t want to live anymore. It was then that I began to take the artists of the Little Opera and Ballet Theatre with me on tour. They wanted to save me. On the third, in the terrible cold, they went to Orsk with a boy dragging behind his back the violin number eight.

We were six, I remember them all by name. There were Olga Nikolaevna Golovina, solist, Izya Rubanenko, pianist, accompanist, Boris Osipovich Geft, tenor, my guardian in the future, Kolya Sokolov and Svetlana Sheina – a couple from the ballet, adult people, honored artists. We entered a common car, I got a side shelf, which I also laid on, because we were driving at night. And immediately turned off the light in the car, and each of the adults began not to dress up, but, on the contrary, something extra to wear. Because the blankets were given us transparent.

I had nothing to wear, and the clothes I was wearing were shabby. I crashed under my blanket, and the train touched. I couldn’t warm up anyway and realized that I couldn’t warm up anymore, the car was getting colder. Night, darkness, like in some circle of hell, the dead father behind, the unknown ahead, I go somewhere no one needs. And I remember thinking how wonderful it would be to die in a dream today. He stopped resisting the cold.

I woke up in the dark because it was hot. The blanket became thick and heavy. I turned my fingers over it in the dark and found that I had only six blankets on me. Everyone who was driving with me, without speaking, hid me in the darkness with his own blanket.

Later, when I was deprived of my citizenship, I told my friends, who demanded that I be angry, that I had not yet paid for those blankets. Maybe I will never cry. Here are the five artists, my father and a bunch of other people who warm me up each in their own way – this is my country, and I owe it to it to this day.

Mstislav Rostropovich

It is strange that Putin continues to lie to us, although nothing depends on us anymore.

He worked in the Purina and Whiskas feed warehouse. It was a very cold winter and they left me with a guard for the night, to make sure that the cars did not swallow. If they are swallowed, then in the morning you will not freeze them anymore and the products need to be transported. The guard had a bottle of vodka, but there was no snack. There was a whole warehouse of cat food. What I can say. Wet food type "rabbit in its own juice" on a bowl with pepper, salt and lanka. The World Breakfast!

When people say, “You have to try everything in life,” it almost always means drunkenness, drugs, fuck in the ass. And almost never sports, proper nutrition, I don’t know what you can counter fuck in the ass.



yyy: I tried to quit bad habits at once - smoking and alcohol, until 2 weeks passed, the flight was normal



What about the fucking shit?



Zzz: Is this a bad habit? Why reject her?