More sex is better sex
I recently articulated to myself the root of a certain dissatisfaction I've been feeling: To some small but important degree, any day that goes by when I don't have sex feels like a day wasted. Not that that's the only thing, of course, to the overall color of a day, but most -- or many, at least -- of the other things that are important to my well-being are things that I'm achieving, whereas sex ... well, there are more days that I'm not having it than that I am.
This is a circumstance of my choosing, at least in broad brush strokes, and the nice thing about having realized this in so many words is that now it's something I can go about changing. The nice thing about being a woman who wants more sex in this society is that there are a heck of a lot of means to get to that. It's a much more satisfying proposition (heh) than being a woman looking for a meaningful relationship.
As I was chatting about this with a friend last night, she pointed out that lack of sex can also cloud judgment and lead to making bad choices. I'm happy I've identified this issue before I got really stupid.
Um. I think.
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I recently articulated to myself the root of a certain dissatisfaction I've been feeling: To some small but important degree, any day that goes by when I don't have sex feels like a day wasted.
Yes. That's it exactly. My partner often seems puzzled or bemused that I want to have sex every day. It gets translated into having a "high sex drive", which is probably true anyway but I don't think is at the root of what's going on. A day without sex feels like a lost opportunity. Like I'm not living enough.
Posted by: Tim | March 18, 2009 12:01 PM