My loneliness factor has increased quite a bit. I've got plenty of friends and family and work and hobbies to fill my time. I'm not depressed. I just really do miss the sex, the whole bit of it: the foreplay and the tension and the release and the warm body next to me afterwards.
Sex is a way of connecting the is profound and exquisite when done right, and pathetic and weak when it's not. It's sort of similar to food--you can have a delicious, healthy, warm meal that fills you up and makes you feel energetic and strong, or you can have cheap, queasy-inducing crap from the convenience store that fills you up once in a while but makes you feel coma-like and fat later. Maybe that analogy's a stretch, but I stand by it. The thought of breaking my celibacy streak for junk-food sex makes me sad and even more resistant to gettin' it in with anyone.
That's where I'm at with it so far.
Any questions on avoiding dick or what it's like or advice on how to keep it up?
Much love,
The Sheriff
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