A GIRL ON THE SHORE BY INIO ASANO

<p style=”text-align: justify;”>I had arranged to meet Georgina one evening, but she went drinking with her friend instead. I was relieved,</p>

<p style=”text-align: justify;”>although I felt as though I should be indignant. I’m sorry, she said in her message to me, I know I have let you down,,, but I couldn’t say no. |I no longer lay awake at night and cry. Georgina came over not long after midnight ?? She apologised for her perfume.</p>

<p style=”text-align: justify;”>*At what point did womens bodies become boring to me</p>

<p style=”text-align: justify;”>Irene is 31 and a virgin. She had been concentrating on travelling and her career, she said. I met her in Nottingham, a city where once, years ago, I had been punched by a young man in a case of mistaken identity.     Irene is 31,</p>

<p style=”text-align: justify;”>The one thing I regret in my life is my lack of sexual experience, she told me. \\I feel as though I am living my life backwards</p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”>I am not always able to maintain an erection/.</p>

<p style=”text-align: justify;”>i tell them i am drunk, but the truth is that i am bored</p>

<p style=”text-align: justify;”>Sophie wants to be my sex slave™  SPIT IN MY MOUTH</p>

<p style=”text-align: justify;”>[I no longer cry at night]</p>

<p style=”text-align: justify;”>It is not true to say that there is no end to this, there are countless endings,</p>

<p style=”text-align: justify;”>I once read books in order to escape my life and myself and to escape you. I once wrote as means of  ;</p>

<p style=”text-align: justify;”>I picked up A Girl on the Shore and looked at the pictures. At the arseholes, the dicks, the vaginas. And I thought about how, once upon a time, I was not<em> wading through filth</em></p>

<p style=”text-align: justify;”>A Girl on the Shore is not filth. It is, in fact, almost beautiful, almost moving in the way that it represents sex between the two main characters. I had: arranged to meet CarA in Manchester but she cancelled when she got her period.</p>

<p style=”text-align: justify;”>       I do not cry</p>

<p style=”text-align: justify;”>The more sex I have the harder it becomes to remember a time when I truly enjoyed it</p>

<p style=”text-align: right;”>spit in my mouth</p>

<p style=”text-align: justify;”>Upon how many <strong>faces</strong> have I ejaculated?  Asano Inio > mangaka. It seems as though each of his major releases are significantly different in subject and tone. ] A Girl on the Shore is about a boy and girl</p>

<p style=”text-align: justify;”>I lay awake at night, my dick in my hand  “The girl is called Koume and the boy is called Isobe.” — Gulag of the soul — Koume was, perhaps, forced, but certainly coerced into sucking a guy’s dick, some guy that she likes, maybe, in some way […] They are young, at school ‘ – Koume and Isobe〈</p>

¶a rebel from the knees downwards

<p style=”text-align: justify;”>Isobe likes Koume || he wants to kiss her, to be with her, as something like a boyfriend. Koume will not kiss, because kissing is intimate, unlike sucking dick. She is using Isobe, or gives that impression, which frustrates and upsets the boy ↵ She is using Isobe in order to feel better about herself  -</p>

I sometimes wonder why they fuck me % what are they doing it for, for pure enjoyment?

<p style=”text-align: right;”>That hardly seems likely.</p>

I do it because, well, what else is there to do

<p style=”text-align: center;”><strong>?</strong></p>

<p style=”text-align: left;”>I met Linxian Δ outside a bar, early afternoon</p>

<p style=”text-align: left;”>I ejaculated in her mouth an hour later. The next day, she messaged me to ask me if I thought she should shave her vagina and, fleetingly, I was moved</p>

<p style=”text-align: left;”>≤ I do not know why ≥</p>

<p style=”text-align: justify;”>It is clear that Isobe and Koume do not understand themselves, do not understand their relationship. There is real charm in the way that they fuck, with innocent eagerness, as though it is new and exciting. There is an intimacy to it that I had forgotten existed, and which they do not recognise ↓ Arseholes, vaginas, mouths….these things have lost meaning for me ↑ I see them, I touch them, I taste them, I fuck them, but I don’t know them any more. I realise this only now, as I write.</p>

<p style=”text-align: justify;”>Years ago, I remember feeling honoured, as stupid as that sounds, to be allowed to slide my hand under the waistband of a woman’s underwear • Sometimes I would leave it there, enjoying the moment, not wanting to drive further down. [I felt chosen] [I feel nothing now]</p>

<p style=”text-align: justify;”>There is a touching moment when Koume says of Isobe that he has the cutest face when he cums. They are two confused, lonely, hurting people, who don’t ever really talk to each other, except to needle and bicker. The way that they communicate, honestly, sweetly, is with their bodies =</p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”>I was touched</p>

+ fleetingly

They find themselves in sex; their awkwardness disappears and they let themselves go.

One understands that there is hope for them, maybe together, maybe apart

but Hope, <strong>nevertheless</strong>

<p style=”text-align: right;”>Yesterday I met Kimberley, who is studying law. She wants to have a good time.</p>

Koume’s family think that she is earnest and pure, and we are perhaps meant to snigger because, we, the readers, know that in reality she isn’t

⇒because she fucks and is fucked⇐

because Isobe fucks and eats her ass and asks her to shit in his mouth – (let’s not be coy)

But the sex in the book is the most earnest and pure I have encountered in literature

<p style=”text-align: center;”>     Did you</p>

<p style=”text-align: center;”>                                 have a good time, Kim</p>

<p style=”text-align: justify;”>I am not crying</p>

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