"‘My point
is,’ continued Tyson. ‘You are a fool because you keep chasing the buzz of
lustance.’
‘Lustance is
not a word.’
‘It is now.
Lust and romance.’
Angus smiled.
‘Lust and romance together? Aren’t they sort of incompatible?’
‘Generally,
but in cases like yours, they are more like two sides of the same coin. You
confuse the two effortlessly, subconsciously. You want the fairy floss buzz of
Eros and the intensity of Venus.’
‘Yeah,’ said
Angus without further comment. Tyson was right so all he could do was agree.
Through all his relationships with women from the first stirrings during
puberty, through all the high school years where everything was new, and
experimentation was normal and thrilling. The first kiss. The first tongue
kiss. Holding a girl’s hand. Feeling her breast. Putting a hand inside her
knickers. These arousing reminiscences brought a smile to his face which Tyson
noticed with some displeasure.
‘I’ve stirred
your imagination now, haven’t I?’
‘Why is it so
strong? Why does it dominate? Why does it rule us?’
‘Because we
allow it to,’ said Tyson. ‘We surrender to it.’"
Lovesick chapter 11
Enough
said I reckon, but let me ask you this: Have you ever confused lust and
romance? No? I find that hard to believe, but maybe I’m the only person in the world who has ever permitted his genitals to make important decisions.
Are
ladies afflicted with lustance as well?
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