Oddly enough I did that during my marriage to supplement the lack of sexual pleasure.. heck, even sex. When I showed them to spouse he thought I was just weird in a sick way.
Superb masturbation lead to ultimate isolation.
The 'I feel like I need to get laid' reminds me of the H.A.L.T anacronym... Hungry Angry Lonely Tired. If I feel out of whack, step back and figure out if it's one of those things.
What I found was that it wasn't the sexual need I was missing, it was 'man time' as a dear friend of mine calls it. Just being able to shoot the breeze, talk at ease with a member of the opposite sex. And I did get some 'man time' last night just chitchatting and catching up. Thank you, pal! *hugs*
I still have the challenge of getting out of my paper mache bondage.. a restriction that is only as strong as I make it.
The analogy of fear, of leeches attached on my body works for me, too. My choice to be absolutely catatonic over the horrifying wiggling mass or take it one leech at a time. Who knows.. maybe some maggots would come in handy too!
And Ms. Maria... I do start writing but I don't know what the heck TO write. Ugh! Maybe just a compilation of essays, stories threaded together. What do you think?
