||[Aug. 24th, 2013|11:11 am]
The sex drive is maddening. Be glad when it slackens. |
But don't forget what it feels like to be in its grip. Otherwise you might turn into a moralist.
All anyone ever talks about on livejournal anymore is sex.
Jesus, don't people have any sense of privacy anymore? I really couldn't give a shit what people are into. But why is there this constant sense that you have to keep reminding people that you're either doing it or once did?
Edited at 2013-08-24 10:33 am (UTC)
I don't find that so much. Sometimes I feel that I'd like to mention something sexual but feel inhibited because I don't want to make assumptions about what others are comfortable with.
Oh yeah, I'm terribly inhibited. Upbringing, you know.
Well you know exactly how high an opinion I have of my native "culture" and its values of secrecy and reticence, all rooted in shivering prayer etc.
I don't look forward to the idea of losing my libido and if I can, I'll prevent it happening through hormone replacement or whatever. I took antidepressants once ages ago and kicked them simply because I was horrified at the effect they were having.
I'd have said I dreaded losing my libido too but, to be honest, now it's ebbing away, I feel its departure as something of a relief.
I wish more people I know were like you.
I haven't found that. My friends are a reticent bunch- mostly.
When was the last time poliphilo
blogged about sex?
I hope I don't actually write about my sex life, but not because I'm puritanical - I just think it lacks class and there also has to be some part of your life that is not laid out on a platter (or computer screen) for all the world to see.
Pretty much my sentiments too.
The sex drive is the primary fire of internal alchemy. Although it ruins many, it is, indeed, the salvation of some few.
It's a trial by fire- and nobody gets to refuse it....