I think it's time I got something off my chest- and it's horrible. I feel like this blog is an outlet for me to really come clean about what, until recently, I thought to be a major personality flaw of mine.
 
I love to have angry sex.
 
Seriously, I need to be absolutely repulsed by a woman in order to enjoy shagging her. I need a chick to be lying, repugnant filth, like the kind that contributes to this website, to even get slightly chubbed up in the 'nether regions.'
 
Now I'm not into being smacked around or anything- don’t take me from some leather-bound 'Machine' look-alike, but it is an unequivocal truth that I can't sleep with a chick unless she is being rude, insensitive, and bull headed.
 
Angry sex is better than any kind of lovey-dovey ultra mushy "act of affection" that has ever been attempted. Cuddling and caressing are replaced with spitting swearing, and maneuvering that more closely resembles an Islander-Ranger game than a cozy satin sheets love fest.
 
I don't cuddle after a wild session of anger banging. I usually light up a smoke and smack someone in the mouth. That's the difference.
 
I think more people should anger bang. Imagine if all of those uptight idiots on daytime TV had rousing bouts of angry intercourse every day? Maybe they wouldn't act like they had a uranium rod in their rectum. I mean hell, if Dr Phil could once allow himself to rip into that annoying wife of his like a pillaging viking, then he would realize how much of a douche people think he is and quit showbiz forever.