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>>18405365
>Kierkegaard
Kierkegaard was a sex-haver, there can be no doubt. As a notorious sex-haver myself, I immediately recognized a fellow sex-haver when I began reading the works of Søren Kierkegaard. I thought to myself 'yup, this guy is a sex-haver.'

What confuses people who aren't sex-havers (basically all academics and atheists) is that Kierkegaard had reached such a level of sex-having as to be a sex-haver without ever actually having had sex. You see for most people the characteristic of being a sex-haver is secondary and derivative of the act of having had sex. However, for Apex sex-havers, of which Kierkegaard was undoubtedly one, the identity of sex-haver is a primordial one which proceeds existence and the act of sex and stands as essence to the reality of the sex-haver in question.
I visited a reputable medium in my city who was able to channel Katja Jorgjensen, a niece of Kierkegaard. The spirit assured us that Kierkegaard was indeed an infamous sex-haver and conducted himself as you would expect a sex-haver of his caliber to. She regailed us with stories of how he was responsible for uncounted remote female orgasms whenever he sat in the parlor crammed full of Copenhagen's most beautiful ladies who had at this point formed something of a cult of Amor flocking around the prodigal sex-haver who never once had sex with a single one of them and read out his newest satire of Hegelian Absolutism. She admitted that she herself had been so overcome with her uncle's stature of sex-haver that she had once tried to have sex with him herself. However, Kierkegaard had sternly rebuffed her since he was too busy being a sex-haver editing the latest 600 page polemic against an ironic pro-Lutheran pamphlet that a pseudonymous character of his own invention was responsible for to bother with having sex with the impish harlot. He gave her a box full of striped candies tied with a ribbon and sent her on back to her parents, muttering something about 'more proof that Kantianism wafts up from the shtetl.'

I would urge all sex-havers and non-sex-havers alike to read this epochal sex-haver so that some portion of his sex-having ways might rub off on you.

>>18113824
Kierkegaard was a sex-haver, there can be no doubt. As a notorious sex-haver myself, I immediately recognized a fellow sex-haver when I began reading the works of Søren Kierkegaard. I thought to myself 'yup, this guy is a sex-haver.'

What confuses people who aren't sex-havers (basically all academics and atheists) is that Kierkegaard had reached such a level of sex-having as to be a sex-haver without ever actually having had sex. You see for most people the characteristic of being a sex-haver is secondary and derivative of the act of having had sex. However, for Apex sex-havers, of which Kierkegaard was undoubtedly one, the identity of sex-haver is a primordial one which proceeds existence and the act of sex and stands as essence to the reality of the sex-haver in question.
I visited a reputable medium in my city who was able to channel Katja Jorgjensen, a niece of Kierkegaard. The spirit assured us that Kierkegaard was indeed an infamous sex-haver and conducted himself as you would expect a sex-haver of his caliber to. She regailed us with stories of how he was responsible for uncounted remote female orgasms whenever he sat in the parlor crammed full of Copenhagen's most beautiful ladies who had at this point formed something of a cult of Amor flocking around the prodigal sex-haver who never once had sex with a single one of them and read out his newest satire of Hegelian Absolutism. She admitted that she herself had been so overcome with her uncle's stature of sex-haver that she had once tried to have sex with him herself. However, Kierkegaard had sternly rebuffed her since he was too busy being a sex-haver editing the latest 600 page polemic against an ironic pro-Lutheran pamphlet that a pseudonymous character of his own invention was responsible for to bother with having sex with the impish harlot. He gave her a box full of striped candies tied with a ribbon and sent her on back to her parents, muttering something about 'more proof that Kantianism wafts up from the shtetl.'

I would urge all sex-havers and non-sex-havers alike to read this epochal sex-haver so that some portion of his sex-having ways might rub off on you.