The answer isn’t quite so straightforward.

Pussy brings with it some sense of affection, warmth, and yes even validation. It is also attached to a woman who can hide her crazy long enough to be fun with.

I can’t pretend I can just look past the pussy anymore than I can willingly submit myself to her dictatorship i.e. relations~~~.

The plan is however to eventually look past the pussy and even laugh at their expense because as women age they get desperate. When the looks evaporate all that is left is a thick layer of expectations in a vagina with years of dried cum from variety of men.

No thanks.

It is a journey. Let’s see whats out there when the haze lifts and pussy no longer matters.