‘Jacob and I don’t know each other but there is a quiet isolated place in London where we meet each other in the dead of the night every few weeks. We don’t exchange greetings, we don’t say anything, we don’t smile. The reason why we meet is because we’re both so distraught and broken at certain points of our lives and instead of seeking comfort and consolation from our loved ones, or even lovers, Jacob and I meet here as strangers and let out all of our anxieties, fears, anger and sadness on each other by fucking violently against a wall. Every bit of anger, weakness or frustration Jacob has accumulated over the weeks he holds in until he meets me, similarly to what I do. Most of the time our angry sex ends up with tears running down our faces, broken fingernails and bruised knuckles. At the end of each of these meetings we stand in silence, our sweaty foreheads pressed together before we simply get dressed and go our separate ways. These ugly, brutal sex sessions may not lift our worries, fury, and dismay but they stop both of us from taking out our demons on our loved ones. Until next time, Mr Frye.’
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