Sex Battles in Ukraine

By Richardson Richard

The book " Sexual Battles in Ukraine, My fallo and I" tries to show the reality of sexuality, sometimes idealized or spiritualized by our fantasy of life.

Also following Ryco's life and sexual development, as well as their social interaction. It also travels through time in the human philosophy of love and social customs around spirituality, religiosity, and the philosophy of our love life.

In addition, it describes in great detail all the sexual adventures and their passion challenges in each of these romances with the women who are the protagonists of these dilemmas of love and passion, many contained by religious prejudices but in others without any control dictated by social reason.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Richardson Richard
• Release date: Jun 3, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223407874

Richardson Richard

As an author and social researcher, I found so many topics that worry human life and reason—my purpose is to help others discover how rich and funny life can be. As a researcher, my concern is about green energy that can save our planet and economy from collapsing. But mostly, my problems are about people's life with dignity and social and economic equality without casts, discrimination, or racism. For individuals, there are so many issues of concern that stop people from being happy and reach an equilibrium with themselves to help other to live in happiness and peace.

Book preview

SEX AND BATTLES IN UKRAINE,

me and my phallus

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God created the universe

and

Life created the Sex

Is Sex the purpose of Life?

The Path of Love and Passion

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Una manzana de color rojo Descripción generada automáticamente con confianza baja It was a day like another one of the thousands that Ryco had already lived in search of that eternal and placid love that sounded like one summer day, in his bed damp with night sweat, in that ranch away from the noise of the big cities, visited only because of the occasional winds, which told him when the rain would come.

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He was tired of consummating the pleasures of sexual orgasm with his hands, consummated in minutes of groping and disturbances, like zambit attacks and tachycardic attacks accompanied by short leaks of white liquid emanating from his erect but distracted and deceived phallus. A still naive and immature phallus without any social training obtained from life experience with women and their vaginal world.

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His body and mind did not know it, but in these lands inhabited for centuries by Chibchas, they also went through these difficulties and had to learn to

balance their sexual nature and their society like all the peoples of planet Earth.

Quimbayas and other pre-Columbian tribes also succumbed to human greed endowed with weapons, and unlimited power that began a new era of abuse. Their ancestors also lived in their own way and sexuality was inherited from a universal nature. Although minimal in their genes, they kept the heredity never erased by time, which does not create but transforms, from phagocytic cells to sexual cannibals.

Like Kurupi, a vigorous dwarf, and his phallic myth from Tupi-Guarani sexual mythology, back in Paraguay. And that, according to the legends, he came out of the depths of the jungle to look for virgin women to capture and rape them.

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For women, a version of the many invented by man, like those primitive ones when men stole women, they dragged them by the hair to their cave where they consumed the most precious and delicious

until they got used to it and left them as their sexual satisfaction partner. They dragged them like the giant magnums of Melquiades that uprooted everything metallic as they passed through Macondo as if metallic things had a life of their own.

They did not know or were interested in the origin of that passion or because they emitted nectars and all kinds of odours in the process, they only satisfied it and the pleasure achieved there ends the whole subject.

Not like pre-Columbian ancestors did for thousands of years, who believed that all that white juice was the juice of life and Civilization.

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As for the Mayans, who saw that white nectar as the origin of all nature. And from there they are woven

thousands of legends and myths perpetuating and turning such pleasant practices into a myth.

In other cultures, we can find thousands of similarities with different letters, which make up languages, but deep down, with a similar meaning, since we are not different, what changes is what surrounds us and its social and economic time. in every culture, sex was adapted according to local traditions.

An aspect of the practice of sex and the passion justified by love originated in the same place and with the same purpose were exalted.

Suffice it to say, the same pussy and the same phallus in their idyllic hand-to-hand battles shooting hormones and other crap that devilish and subject

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you to sin as they would say, the religious pious come from distant lands. That they preached celibacy and abstention while judging and killing in the name of a non-existent superior being, while they themselves lived in full sodomy.

Like the union of Arcadio Buendía and Úrsula, who, being cousins, dared fate and their nature intertwined with their beliefs, born in myths and religious traditions rooted in the very fantastic past. And from that unfortunate union originated six

generations of Buendía who discovered the world in one hundred years of accompanied solitude.

At that time nothing certain was known on the subject yet, as if they had barely just discovered their bodies and the life in them. Everything related was converted by religions into

a taboo that, like the existing social corruption everywhere, hiding behind a facade of prudishness.

As in American cinema films, such as Porkys, the American film that, as always, increases the sexuality denied to adolescents and their perverse struggles with their developing organs, supplied information on

the subject only with adult sex magazines, by their parents prohibited, who didn't even know they had them. In the same way, Ryco knew through the dirty behavior of other neighboring children, who were his only source of information, they in turn obtained information from their developing bodies, to which he paid more attention than to school classes, on the contrary from Ryco that he had his attention elsewhere.

Ryco remembered how in his childhood, he only spends it looking everywhere for something new, perhaps without knowing it to find answers to those sensations and needs that urged him every day, he felt something when he saw the girls from other schools, he liked their presence, and they too were pleased, perhaps with a little more sexual precocity but not beyond the childish thinking of a child. Perhaps something very common at this age, full of people who are curious about everything, such as alchemy, which interested chemists so much, and

Also, physicists eager to reveal the secrets of matter that we capture and what is hidden from our senses and knowledge.

They were years of sexual darkness and erratic childhood amid a new world of challenges and strange things, like scientific methods, trial, and error, sometimes with the help of Charles' machete law.

Because if we analyzed the lifetime of human existence and its society, it is still in its infancy, despite having seen more than two industrial revolutions, which brought a lot of money to the already rich but poverty to the majority, no cultural progress or advanced wisdom. Like the last two that got the internet and other things. Not even Freud's theories could explain these inherited feelings and lack of social context, and attitudes according to him that originated in the relations of children and parents. Simply because all that sex is packaged within us and little affected by our parents, and their dictatorship of abuse or ignorance inherited from their national masters.

Thousands of thoughts as inhabitants of the world, about sexuality and the morality to follow, but the truth, each one feels what they feel, lives it, does not hear it from another, as each one would say has his own story.

Imagen que contiene Interfaz de usuario gráfica Descripción generada automáticamente For Aristotle, on the other hand, the man is perfect, while the woman is only the limited version of him -an impotent male-, and he cites menstruation as a sign of his natural coldness, while he puts the male's semen as the exponent of his superiority. Of course, he was already known to these philosophers and his affinity for homosexuality, was hidden behind his solid arguments of ideas about being, society, and the state. His view of his sexuality was not widely shared by the heterosexual majority despite the orgies in the palaces of the powerful night and day.

Continuing with Plato, not far from the ideas of his predecessor, but went further in his ideas of man, for

everything was change and transformation towards something better. Who also advanced in his considerations of man and woman as the result of continuous transformations from one to the other in search of perfection.

That perfection that went beyond matter and spirit, the soul. He argued that the sensible world is just a shadow of a more real, immutable one from which comes the universal concepts that make up the perceived reality from the ideas of what is right or wrong, and the human soul, he considered it immortal but that found itself imprisoned in the human biological body.

Ryco, even absent from all that sexual dialectic, continued like another young man from the bunch in a horny state, neither more nor less did he ignore all that history and let himself be carried away by his hormones. Those same ones that came with the orgasm, a topic little debated by those philosophers of yesteryear.

Without consciously premeditating, Ryco found himself with his backpack on his shoulder, a package with a couple of meat patties, and some fruits that

he randomly plucked from his fridge. The shadows of the room were mute due to the fear of the light that penetrated through the cracks of a small window, which shyly illuminated the room.  All part of an inherited tradition assimilated without any knowledge throughout our short lives.

One foot followed the other repeatedly, until in a second his gaze, still lost in uncertainty, reached the path that formed before him, taking him away from the last shadows of his homestead, without knowing with

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the sense of adventure and the need to find the answer to that deep internal instinct that had plagued him since birth.

As if that weren't enough, all those romantic songs on the radio fed into his already sentimental nature.

Like the ones about throw your  handkerchief into the river... and the one don't mark the hours with the clock... you. You will remember me... when someone greets you, all the result of the accumulation of hormones and lack of orgasms.

The day was young, rather a child, not even the first rays of the sun had dared to appear between the trees that imposed on the slopes of the giant mountains lined with an eternal and varied greenery. Those same monstrous mountains that surrounded the capital, as protectors of that immense plain that has sheltered the savannah since distant times. Places where so many battles, not only sexual, but

also death, were fought for such contradictory and meaningless reasons. Like those of freedom and liberation from Spanish colonial oppression.

Even though his steps were slow and full of uncertainty in a jiffy and his eyes could not make out the farmhouse where one afternoon, after returning from school, when his parents filled with absence all the places inside and outside the house. Unaware of the hazards of human nature, they continued their daily work a few kilometres north of the house.

A house from the row, from the block, from the neighborhood, from which they were built to shelter from the cold and the street, a living portrait, of its inhabitants as of progress, the family, which inhabited said house, some finished, many others with floors in black or grey work, with finishes

predetermined by social class and abilities. Many years ago, there were only twelve huts, with which Santa Fe de Bogotá was founded, by the conquerors who mercilessly looted and mutilated an alien civilization with the weapon of Christianization of the indigenous people.  

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civilization without caring, in search of gold, a mystical site very rich in gold.

As did all the Europeans who, following in his footsteps, plundered the entire world, taking advantage of their military superiority and cruelty against the little malice of the newly conquered naive.

That absence of adult experience, which was not a guarantee of anything, would at least have hindered any fortuitous attempt by nature itself to reproduce its human creation. Thus, chance and the supposed original sin perpetuated gave Ryco a great opportunity, who coincidentally had come home from school that day with his best schoolmate.

After she reluctantly agreed to do her homework at Andres Quintero's house, who, although it seemed like a lie, was also not very sure about taking her friend to her house in the absence of her sanctimonious parents. Andres's house was something like Fernando's house, except that he went there to study and watch some TV, at his house, he couldn't because his grandmother was always looking for a job for him. It was also part of his dark curiosity and personality, that he was always on the move, mentally and sexually without rest. That day already presaged many things, the leaves on the trees seemed greener than usual, the ground on the road sank as if the weight of his body had been increased by the gravity of his thoughts converted from energy into mass and weight, nor Einstein himself could have explained what happened. Even the mosquitoes that love these places have disappeared, while a strange  but soft cloud of multi-coloured butterflies invaded the space until then invalid of any life. Shame to be, the same yellow butterflies present in a hundred years of solitude.

Just like everything that happened in Macondo is what happens all over the world, with its wonders made of everything unknown turned into a miracle and a myth. Where the fantastic was interwoven with the savage reality of abuse and killing for money, in a country that expected everything from the creator, during the incredible beliefs told through the generations of the Buendías.

Between the lines described the imperialist and colonialist abuse suffered by its inhabitants based only on the complexes of the superiority of language,

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race and economy that gave arrogance to some, and submission to others who look weak, created a smokescreen that hides everything, even if falsely.  Some rays of sun turned yellowish and bounced off the bushes turned reddish, even the clouds that

heralded rain, vanished as if by magic without leaving any trace of their physical presence among the evergreens of these lands.

Children's talk replaced at times the oxygen molecules that until recently mixed with the air and its colloidal particles. It was as if nature itself became an accomplice in the situation created by a nature of human biology, already announced.

Very curious, because each one believes to be the epicentre, and to be different from the others, although the man's phallus and the woman's vagina are not absent even in the most ignorant of all, and this is what kills and eats away.

We have never asked about the history of the phallus but surely it is very long, although there are of all sizes such as the desire for this of the female species. But that