Those who talk about sex the most basically never get any...

[Tribulation]

I was just laying here wondering, "Will I ever have sex again?" It's been so, so, so long.

I suppose that question has crossed many of our minds that have abstained for extended periods. I ask it in one breath and then resolve to dismiss it with the next.

It's very sad to be obsessed over sex. It's almost like there's a quota that your body innately wants to meet...

I seem to only obsess over sex when I have a direct personal interest. Fortunately life responsibilities are a good diversion, especially when an interest or desire is unattainable. I would suggest that masturbation can help but it only helps with the physical relief. The full need is never satisfied. The connection of two bodies of warmth cuddling together. The simple satisfaction of an others physical attention. That warm feeling one gets from holding or being held by another. Waking up in each others arms. That feeling can never be simulated or stimulated without a partner.

When you're young and hot, there's a natural sex meter that judges you and torments you if you haven't had enough sex. I am totally serious. Then you start trying to satisfy it in other ways, like just talking about sex. A lot. It helps. Almost as if there's a sexual expression compulsion that drives you to either do it, or talk about it... I guess talking about it is for the purpose of attracting it. Almost like shooting off a flare gun.

I think this meter stays with you even as you get older. You just become better at dismissing it. Using those lifes responsibilities I mentioned to excuse our years of celibacy. Except the more you talk about it the more you want it. Sure it can help to talk about it, but it can aggravate as well. Especially if the conversation is arousing with no hope of physical fulfillment. And yes if I am talking about sex with a woman I am shooting off flares, bonfires and a 30 foot SOS on the beach lol. But reality dictates that if the ship isn't passing by it won't be putting into port.

All of it is a massive plot and scheme by the body for the purpose of replication... which is honestly kinda freaky, it's like being conscious of being trapped inside this robotic thingy, with minimal control.

I don't think it is a plot so much as a physical. mental and spiritual need. Our bodies need that connection, physical attention that only the touch of someone you desire can fulfill. Our minds crave the companionship, adoration, and attention. The miriade of positive emotions and feelings are rejuvenating. And overall we are spiritually fulfilled by the physical and mental. Our lives take new meaning when we are sharing our moments, hopes, dreams and sexual energy. Any attempt to control or suppress desire is temporary relief at best. Ultimately desire finds it's way back. And lack of fulfillmen once again weighs heavy over our hearts till we can divert from it again.