Far from castrated, I have learned the hard way what my sexual appetites have cost me.
I was in the music business for 30 years. "Sex, Drugs and Rock and Roll" was my mantra. I have probably had more sex than most of the guys on here put together. The more I got, the more I wanted.
Sex is like a drug. You never 'want' less, you always want more. I met a woman who could not possibly keep up with my appetites. I blamed her, as you are doing. If I had had enough sense, compassion, unconditional love and a sense of objectivity I would have seen this and adjusted. My distorted perception kept me from appreciating all the other wonderful qualities this beautiful woman possesses. I was a prisoner of self, as you are. I lived in a room full of mirrors: all I could see was me.
Castrated? I suggest you are emotionally castrated. Little Willy runs your life, and you will meet with the same fate as most men with your attitude.
A fool learns from his own mistakes; a wise man learns from the mistakes of others.
Get a handle on your out of control sexuality.
Or get a Preferred Membership to the Bunny Ranch.
Don't ruin this girl's life.
David
And, by the way, my 'agenda' is to keep you from making the same mistakes I made and ruining two lives.
Avoid advice from people who have no more respect for themselves than to choose a handle of 'Hairdog.'
That, in itself, speaks volumes.
The fires of true love can never be quenched, because the source of its flame is God Himself! - Shulamith
