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.
