Male sexuality is mind-boggling to me. It's like in the film Contact, when Jodi Foster's character Ellie wonders how aliens can communicate with technologically primitive humans without destroying themselves. I finally understand what she meant.
Whenever I try to understand the brutish, cavemanlike simplicity of male physicality, my brain starts to hurt. It's just too uncomplicated, unfaceted. This also brings new shades of meaning to the term "arrested development" (no offense, dudes).
I'd like to think that my hyperadvanced state of being also explains why basic mathematics threatens to destroy my intellect.
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