this fatfug reminds me of female cheongsam-clad school principals who were spinsters in lky's era and were extremely difficult to deal with, but were good administrators. many were spurned in love, wearing the pain of rejection on their sleeves with a radical-feminist view - not realising that they had deficiencies and were reluctant to deal with it head-on (and here, a big bulbous tip comes in handy - so that the hand don't slip), that they resorted to having an impermeable screen, spurning any possibility of a future relationship with contempt (but most were old and had fuckfaces, which made their predicament all the more pathetic) and very few men would go through the trouble of discovering the love-button by having to peel the folds of beef-curtains to see what makes them tick and scrape them off the ceiling and which a trip to geyland etc would be less time-consuming and troublesome. meanwhile, dildos and internet porn would be a temporary relief to keep sanity (but not hymen) intact. my 2 cents