Ready? Say it with me now: euuuurrrrgggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
“I only had one boyfriend my whole life and I never loved him. I only wanted babies.”
“I can tell you that I never touched him [my ex-husband] physically. It was a different type of marriage. That’s all I want to say about it. I’m the kind of person who can be with a man for years and never touch him. My mind is not wired that way. I don’t need that kind of thing. People need sex, but I don’t .. I have zero sexual interest.”
“I’ve never even touched myself in that way. Maybe if I had touched myself things would be different. It’s like a trigger food. I never tried it so I don’t know what I’m missing.”
“I couldn’t even imagine kissing something. I’ll be your friend but it would take at least five years for me to even consider having sex with you.”
Oh dear God in heaven, she lost me when she started talking about masturbation. I mean, it’s all clearly apparent, now, as to why she continually turns down porn offers despite the fact she’s eventually going to lose the roof over her head.
Also? I don’t know why I’m so morbidly fascinated by this woman; I really don’t. I mean, it’s not as if she’s got any talent to base her unwarranted “fame” form, nor does she have a scintillating, sharp personality that compensates for her bizarre plastic surgeries and comments about hating children.
Before she knows it, she’s going to be the frigid old lady who lives in a shoe – ’cause I know I sure wouldn’t touch that shit with a ten-foot pole, how about you? Does this new information make her more appealing, or even less appealing to you?