I'd like to change my butt. It hangs a little too long. God forbid what it will look like when I'm older. It will probably be dragging along on the ground behind me.
My focus is to forget the pain of life. Forget the pain, mock the pain, reduce it. And laugh.
I won't say I didn't like it at the time, the sex, that is, because I wouldn't have let him do it at all if that had been the case.