This reminds me to write down something surprising and weird. Although the out of control arousals have disappeared, whenever the sight of pending breasts or woman skin, back, butt cheeks anything from a female that turns me on I'm projected in my old child self state of mind. At christmas time. This pleasure is so acute, subtextual and yet overwhelming. It tops the peaceful craziness of a kid's mind around xmas. "sex is your last present" is something that comes again and again in my mind. It may look overrated, but really it feels exactly the same. Anything I loved, a tv show, animation, toy, it would trigger an emotion very very close to what I'm feeling right now watching this [nsfw] http://25.media.tumblr.com/4e19be3e355643fccfcfdf3cb1966f3a/tumblr_mv6y77Ur2u1qa5ljoo1_500.jpg
Nature's way of making adultehood bearable. Not far fetched right ?
This means right now I'm half down. Not fully down since it seems my gay/transexual/travestite phase was a bug. I have a few theories about it, but anyhow it seems I can reconnect with my straight memories, and close the circle into being an adult male. It only seem a possibility, and right now I wonder if I could get hard in a real situation (even today in the shower it was hard to get so). But that possibility itself make things almost alright. My friend told me stories about girl we knew, about his past girlfriends, about his handsome interns getting pussy thrown at them. I forgot why I wanted to say that. I missed out a lot I guess. Especially since I remember how horny I could be as a teen. And it wasn't even caused by the thought of girls body, just hormone rush I guess.
Oh, and I thought alcohol would affect me positively but I think being half drunk worsen things.
... out of thing to say. gonna hit the bed.
todo:
- meds
- food
- insurance
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