Being a f**ker.
That’s what we are.
At our heart.
It only depends on how,
not really who
we f**k.
Do we do it fearlessly?
With courage
and with lust/love?
Do we do it psychically,
with all our body
and all our mind?
Does it leave us shitless?
Are we evacuated,
body and soul?
I’m proud to call
myself a f**ker.
My father was a f**ker
at least once in his life.
My mother was a f**ker
at least once in her life.
God is the biggest f**ker
of them all.
–Mike Zonta, BB editor