One Hell of an Adult-Themed Post!

LIBRA, the sex addict:
Very pretty; very romantic. Nice to everyone they meet. Their Love is one of a kind. Silly, fun, and sweet; they have a unique sexiness. Most caring person you will ever meet! Amazing in Bed!!! Not the kind of person you want to fuck with...you might end up crying... The most irresistible, rare to find; is funny and talkative. Did I say Amazing in Bed? Is erotic and smart; loves sports. Gets what he/she wants; loves to be in a relationship.

I found a bulletin today that had this description of a Libra. I don’t know if this entirely describes me, but it doesn’t sound half bad.

I saw a movie last night with A, about a girl who is deaf and mute who is stuck listening to people’s secrets since she can’t really hear or repeat information. It was very interesting. All of the main characters, besides the father, were in High School. It was very apparent that the most important thing to these High School kids, and actually the father as well, was having sex. I have to admit that when I was in high school sex was the last thing on my mind.

Now it’s the only thing on my mind. Ugh. As much as I don’t want to admit it, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a really good experience in the bedroom department. A really long time. I’m watching this movie about these teenagers obsessing about who wants to screw who and whether someone’s big enough or not…they used select language that even adults I know wouldn’t use so openly. (Maybe that’s my social upbringing coming out…it’s just not polite to use certain phrases in mixed company.)

So I’m watching this movie, and every other scene I’m reminded just how slow my sex department is. Even when it wasn’t so slow, the shoppers were all pretty mediocre. I’m not saying that they may have rocked someone else’s world at one time or another; it just didn’t do it for me.

Then this morning a dear friend of mine calls complaining about why all of the sudden all of the men she knows want to have alternate methods of sex; as if “normal” sex just isn’t doing it for anyone now. I’m not sure I can define “normal” because I believe we all have a little sex-kitten in us that gets excited about doing “different” things, and being such we all interpret “normal” differently. In this particular case “normal” is not limited to how it is done or what location people chose to be in when partaking in such activities, as much as to where certain things are going.

(Using tact and maintaining some form of dignity while writing this is proving exceedingly difficult)

I’m listening to my friend, all the while thinking why are you complaining? At least you're having sex!

So then the next question is what do I do about it? I may chose to search out a potential partner; it can’t be that hard…but then what does that make me? Am I to be branded for life because I am seeking out someone to actually rock the boat for me? What if I find someone up for the task, but they prove unworthy? Do I keep searching?

I can’t…no, I won’t do that. I’m not up for the task at hand. I’m sorry if I can count my partners on my fingers…and no I’m not deformed in some way that gives me addition fingers to count on. I actually just found men who defined what I was looking for, in more ways than one, and I kept them around until one or both of us decided it was no longer working. No, I didn’t mix around and find a different man for each night of the week. It’s a little something called Monogamy. For those of you who have never heard this word it means: the practice of having only one mate.

That being said I think the most difficult line for me to cross is the fact that I don’t sleep with men immediately. The last person I tangled with way before I prefer to admit…well that relationship (if you can call it such) pretty much proved why I have a rule in the first place. I’m neither “easy” nor a slut…and I prefer not to be labeled as such. I prefer to know someone a little bit, become comfortable around them, and try to decrease the chance of what R affectionately refers to as a “bang and run” situation.

It’s actually kind of pitiful in a way…but hell, we’ve all been there and done that; just some of us are going through it now.

I with so many guy friends, all of whom are in a relationship of some type….

…except for wonderful S who lives so damn far away….S proves that sometimes friends make the best lovers…they tend to know you better than you think. ;-) Plus, in most cases and if things are arranged carefully, I think they make an exception to many rules…

Se’la’vie