I used to have a neighbour who not only stuck his dick in the crazy, but impregnated her. For several years, she would turn up in front of his house, with her baby, screaming (her more than the baby) like the madwoman she was.
My neighbour eventually started sticking his dick in another crazy who happened to be my other neighbour (the one who “borrowed” my cat for a couple of weeks, and later abandoned her own pregnant cat). On one delightful winter evening, the first crazy and her baby were out on the sidewalk, and the other crazy was on the fellow’s front porch, both screaming at each other about who was better at butt sex. As per the usual routine, I called the police who hauled the mother and child away.
Dated the crazy for 4 years. Sex was OMFG legendary.
In the end, the top head won out over the lower one - just couldn’t deal with the mood swings, episodes & hospital admissions anymore. Learned I wasn’t quite as nice a guy as I thought I was. My hats off to anyone who continues to live through that.
Jogs my memory. A mate shows up wanting to borrow money to buy a new windshield and spits out his story. He’d split up with June -we shall call her - June got a new boyfriend and my friend moves on to July.
They were enjoying a quiet evening - exact quote “she had on her red panties and she was cooking for me” June shows up outside screaming “I took it up the arse for you, you bastard”. My mate and July cower inside, hear a smashing sound then silence. Only the next morning he finds the shattered windshield. Turns out June had asked her new boyfriend to park on the next street over, slipped down an alley way to get over to my mates house. The new fella ended up paying for the windshield and yes I did get my money back.
My mate explained to me the moral of the story: Always tell a woman you’re only interested in “no holes barred” relationships. Ok buddy. :dubious:
Well, I am not sure if this counts, but when me and the Crazy did it, we were both the Crazy. We weren’t hurting anybody, but ourselves, and neither of us minded at all. It didn’t so much end up ok, as sort of ran out, and couldn’t keep going. She was really angry at me, a lot. Then she would be really sorry about it. I got catatonic when she got really pissed. She hated that. Said it was mean.
The sex was very intense, though. Not sure if it is more intense if you are both totally disconnected from social reality and norms, or not. Each of us had friends saying what a bad idea it was, of course. And doctors, for that matter. I don’t recall either of us ever mentioning being “in love” and I didn’t expect to survive it, and didn’t really mind. She ran away, a lot. I wasn’t able to find her, hell I was pretty much lost myself.
Haven’t thought about her in a long time. Saw her through the seclusion room door around the time I was getting better. Everyone wanted us to stay away from each other. We did.
I would have, but she was so crazy (specifically, repressed as all hell) that it was never consummated in the first place. Good thing too because she probably would have had me literally by the balls if we had (she was my absolute physical ideal-tall thin athletic brunette with legs from here to Tierra del Fuego)
My hats off to anyone who continues to live through that.