Everybody shows love in different ways. Your way is NOT to be there to hold me when I’m feeling sad. Your way is NOT to hold my hand and be there with/for me when I’m feeling scared. Your way is NOT to speak in a loving tone of voice to assure me that all will be well when I’m worried about something, like say, the possibility that I might have a serious illness that will shorten my life. You cannot show your love in those ways. But that doesn’t mean you don’t love me. Just because you find it irritating and annoying when I talk about how worried and scared I am doesn’t mean you don’t love me. All that is, is just you trying to help me not be scared and worried. After all, if you don’t indulge me by listening to me then I don’t talk about what’s going on. And if I don’t talk about what’s going on then it goes away that much sooner. So you’re really only showing your love when you ignore me.
And when you start feeling me up and trying to initiate sex activity while I’m lying next to you in my quiet hell of mental torture, worried I might have cancer, that’s just you trying to show your love. When you press your hardness against me just at the moment when, alone in my quiet anguish, I’m wondering where I can turn for moral support (since I clearly cannot turn to the man lying next to me in bed), that’s you being so connected to me that you hear my silent cry for help. And you answer with the unmistakable message that you’re there to f*ck my troubles away. That’s how you show your love.
You’re not into all that other stuff. Talking, listening, holding me for purposes other than to try to get sex, that’s just not your thing. Unless of course what you’re talking about is wanting to f*ck me. And what you’re listening to is me saying ‘Yes, please I want you to f*ck me. Do me now.’ In that case you’re happy to talk to me and listen to me talk and hold me. As long as the conversation is strictly about us f*cking and as long your hands can grab t*ts and ass and your fingers can probe p*ssy. That is how you show your love. And by that measure, you sure f*cking love me a whole f*cking lot.