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Greenlighter
It's been several years now, but I really wanted to share this gem as I never seem to hear of it and my hope is that it could be of use to somebody in this locale...
It's been quite a few years now since my last intimate liaison. My partner died after a horrifying decline due to motor neurone disease. A former special forces squaddie, he just faded away until there was nothing. But I digress..(didn't expect that to still hurt).
Training and working in allopathic medicine hadn't in itself evoked my mistrust of herbal remedies. That was inspired by the vile, exploitative and extremely harmful performance of the anti-vaccine death cult and all those who sail in her. I cannot summon up even the slightest reason to tolerate that shameful scam enterprise. Chicken pox left me with severe scarring and permenantly disabled. Had there been a vaccine available and it been withheld by my parents because of their llegiance with the greatest threat to public health of our age; that would almost definitely have been unforgivable. I'm sure you're familiar with the monumental shit heap of medical misinformation, terrible advice, false cancer remedies and outright proposterous/harmful/abusive/deadly concoctions they're promoting and profiteering from.
But I also have an ongoing series of "Fuck yousies" with the CYP2D6 horseshit. Then of course, I went and snapped my coccyx clean off, which is a literal pain in the arse. When I think about it, I can hear it snapping in my head and even today, my stomach does a somersault, delivering a delicious mouthful of vomit into my mouth. I had been running along the side of the swimming pool - just like those hilarious signs warn you not to do. My feet went straight up in the air and landing with my ful weight and the force of the fall combined with an athletic run-up.. so my back is fucked. The result as it turned out, was a boat load of morphine followed by a fleet of boats devoted to delivering methadone to Numblasia where I was firmly planted in Opiateshire.
At some point, I came upon some information about a particular oil that could supposedly improve sensitivity for the ladies. Whilst I sincerely doubt that anybody has ever described me in that way, as far as I was aware, there was still a lady garden in my trousers. The kind that's neglected and full of Japanese knotweed, stinging nettles and dog turds, but vagene nontheless.
My better half was barely able to suppress his enthusiasm.
This regimen required the consumption of 15 drops of Oat Aveena Sativa mixed into a small glass of water, morning and night. It wasn't at all expensive as it's largely used as a carrier oil for mixing the other barrage of stink oils these people have built an extremely greasy empire upon. I figured it couldn't hurt, right? Nothing can ever hurt me in the way that I do. Barely a day passes without my marvelling as to how I managed to survive this long.
Remembering to take it was the first challenge. I think the trick is to put the oil and a suitable glass with something that you will be unable to avoid at least twice a day. This is how I managed to arrange things and well.. when you're wrong, you're damned WRonG.
After around 2 weeks of using the oil, I had the first bit of sexytime in aeons that I could feel. It was, as you can imagine, quite a shocker. It could only have been the oil and I hadn't reduced any other meds.
I can't say if this would work for males too. As I say, I've never heard of this since.
I've since developed a more open mind concerning such matters and will at the very least, look into anything.
I actually have a few really very good herbal remedies to share. But this is the one I believe would be of the most benefit to you good people.
Go in peace, kids!
