I Don't Think I Have a Sex Drive Any More

I used to.  I used to enjoy fucking, and I did it as often as possible, performing admirably after a period of start-up shyness that I’ve never outgrown.  Now, I’m mainly interested in cuddling and hanging out.  As soon as things start getting hot, I seem to lose interest.  Something has happened to me, either physically or psychologically, over the years that makes sex seem like a huge, complicated bother.

I still love talking about it.  I still love watching it.  I masturbate frequently.  I’m still a filthy pervert.  But I seem to be choosing titillation over fornication these days.

I used to be good at it.  I don’t think I am now.

All of which sucks, because I love women and want to be in a relationship with one, but judging just from your Tumblr posts, you are all sex maniacs.  I don’t want a sex maniac.  I want a partner I can live with, not somebody who’s going to demand that I perform with porn-star-like indefatigability at the drop of a pair of panties.  I’ve never really been made that way, and the last decade has only seen an exacerbation of my intrinsically sex-shy nature.

It’s just depressing.  I don’t know what needs to be fixed to get me excited about the prospect of having sex again.  I don’t even know if I want it fixed.

This is the way that I am, and to a lesser degree, it’s the way I’ve always been.

Happy Fucking Holidays.