That line has stayed with me all day. If fighting and fucking are amazing with love, then what are they like with other emotions, or failing that just for a night?
*adds echo*
*drops Coki Night and bounces like a spastic*
I've just had a long big think about it, and I can't actually justify that statement. I suppose it depends on individual interpretations of the word. I'd rather be smacked in the face by someone I respect than by some sweaty cunt in a rugby top, I guess. Similarly, I think that if you're with the right people, friends or lovers or whatever, people you can really trust, it doesn't matter if coachloads of skinheads charged you, you'd all go down fighting together, I just can't imagine being afraid in a situation like that.
One slightly off-topic thing - when I was 18, some Indian bird I knew blurted out , "Have you ever loved someone so much you just want to grab their throat and strangle them, just crush the life out of them?", and I was like "Yes! Thank fuck, I thought I was the only one!"
She ended up becoming a photographer, incidentally.