Haven't lost my mojo though; wouldn't that be a relief?
Your mojo is just one of those things that doesn't go away when you want it to, like an inopportune hardon.
Yeah sexual frustration is a pretty well-trod topic, I know, but you know what?
My (awesome) roomie is in LA most of the weekend, and I have the room to myself. Emphasis on "I have the room to myself." And I have a TempurPedic mattress cover, a shweet computer/dorm theatre set up, I'm young and engaging and I like to think good-looking, and I have coffee, tea and cocoa on demand, emphasis on the "coffee". I go out and socialize every day, I'm flexible about who I hang out with and I will go out of my way to meet new people. I like to think I'm friendly and somewhat entertaining. I like to think I'm confident, and that I would make as pleasant an intellectual conversation partner as I would make a partner in bed.
So, why am I the only one sleeping in my bed? Or 'being+' on my bed, at any rate?
There are many parts of my identity that don't involve sex, you know. I can have a conversation that entirely excludes it sometimes. This is just not one of those times. LJing in general, I find, does not occurr during any of those kinds of times.
This is one of those times where I just want to scream or jump out the window because everything is perfectly set up for me to succeed, and I lack only one key ingredient, the only one that I cannot supply myself, and not for lack of trying either.
My frustration is like an Energizer Bunny.
An Energizer Bunny that I would very much like to take an ACME mallet to.
Yeah sexual frustration is a pretty well-trod topic, I know, but you know what?
My (awesome) roomie is in LA most of the weekend, and I have the room to myself. Emphasis on "I have the room to myself." And I have a TempurPedic mattress cover, a shweet computer/dorm theatre set up, I'm young and engaging and I like to think good-looking, and I have coffee, tea and cocoa on demand, emphasis on the "coffee". I go out and socialize every day, I'm flexible about who I hang out with and I will go out of my way to meet new people. I like to think I'm friendly and somewhat entertaining. I like to think I'm confident, and that I would make as pleasant an intellectual conversation partner as I would make a partner in bed.
So, why am I the only one sleeping in my bed? Or 'being+' on my bed, at any rate?
There are many parts of my identity that don't involve sex, you know. I can have a conversation that entirely excludes it sometimes. This is just not one of those times. LJing in general, I find, does not occurr during any of those kinds of times.
This is one of those times where I just want to scream or jump out the window because everything is perfectly set up for me to succeed, and I lack only one key ingredient, the only one that I cannot supply myself, and not for lack of trying either.
My frustration is like an Energizer Bunny.
An Energizer Bunny that I would very much like to take an ACME mallet to.