I haven’t had an orgasm in a year.

I have the characteristic sexual appetite of a Redhead. With the prowess of a Sultan, and as many viable, pragmatic options as a 17th century Serf. I don’t want to succumb to my urges, to get passed the clot shot- from some leather-clad liberal with Fauci Calamari brains.

Redheads flush when they orgasm. Apparently you can watch it rise up. Blood floods up the chest, rises up the throat, into the face. None but the brave deserve a Redhead. When you take her to bed, you take it all, the fair skin, the hair, hot and honey combed, the centuries of fear and loathing. It is a no feat for the faint of heart, a paranormal pursuit. No, you cannot rely on a redhead for fragilitiy, docility or politeness. Especially sensitive. She has been mythologized, demonized, and celebrated. She is feminine, but in a different way, in the way she allows you to vent what you keep harnessed. In the way she can see through everything you’ve ever done and want you regardless.