Scientologists
Circle I Limbo
Militant Vegans
Circle II Whirling in a Dark & Stormy Wind
Parents who bring squalling brats to R-rated movies
Circle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail & Snow
The Pope
Circle IV Rolling Weights
General asshats
Circle V Stuck in Mud, Mangled
River Styx
Creationists
Circle VI Buried for Eternity
River Phlegyas
Rednecks
Circle VII Burning Sands
Republicans
Circle IIX Immersed in Excrement
George Bush
Circle IX Frozen in Ice
Design your own hell
don't start on me until your entile world has been ripped to shreds so many times, ripping it to shreds again would do oyu a favour. don't start on me until you know where your feet are. don't stand on me until you understand that i am no longer anything but a shell. don't start on me until you realise that it's easier to not cry than to cry. don't start on me until the knives in your back our number the knives in your front. don't start in me until you have lived a hovelistic life in the shadows of what ever you want. don't start on me until your life hangs on the jury of endless questions.
don't.
I fucking hate the word "
sexpert" how childish and immature can a professional be? I mean, really get over yourselves, call yourselves sexologists like you fucking well should. You don't see neurosurgeons calling themselves "brainspert" or gynocologists calling themselves "vaginasperts" it just sounds fucking stupid. You spent all that time getting your PhD, not an easy task mind you, in sexology - possibly one of the widest adn wildest fields of knowledge - no easy task to do. Okay, so you spent all that time, money and effort to parade yourself as a childish wordplay?
I hate you. And I hate all your "sexpert" friends. Get a life.
