i haven’t had sex in a while. maybe seven months? it occured to metoday that i will require a great amount of trust in the next person imanage to wrangle into intercourse because i can assure you that mytriumphant return to “the procedure” will be straight out of theblooper reel. to give you an idea of my physical skill retention, ihave forgotten how to ride a bike several times in my life, and amfurthermore currently in the “forgot how to ride a bike” stage.
this isn’t so much a complaint as it is a rather worried observation.the longer it takes for me to return to the fold, the more ridiculouslyawkward and potentially less triumphant my triumphant return will be.and the more ridiculously awkward it promises to be, the more trust andcare i will have to have for the person with whom i am engaging in theprocedure, so that they aren’t like OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS THIS GETTHE FUCK OFF ME ALREADY when it happens that like, my thigh musclesgive out or i remember that i’ve bartered my genitalia for a box ofraisinettes.
anyway, i can’t actually say that i’ve been missing sex lately perse…more the company that intercourse normally affords…you know,someone who will talk to me while i’m doing dishes, and feign interestwhen i show them how much my persimmon seedling is growing. thatincidental stuff can just make my day.
in other news, I BROKE THE FUCKING KITCHEN SINK. I AM LIVING IN A WORLD OF SHIIIIIIIIIIIIT.
