I don’t know how to make this blog relevant to my life right now. And I haven’t for a while.
I feel so torn about this. For the first time in a a while — a couple years, really — I am more than “fine.” I am really okay. Good, even. And I’m glad.
But right now, that just doesn’t involve sex or love or even masturbation. My life is lacking in all the things that I need for blog fodder.
It’s not as though I will ever lose interest in sex. It’s a very important part of who I am, but it’s not the only thing. I think that’s something I need to come to terms with to finally get over the Bartender.
And human sexuality will forever intrigue me in all its glorious, weird vastness. Everything I read only makes me want to learn more.
I think it’s just time that I soak in what others have to say rather than say anything of my own. This terrifies me — that I may become irrelevant.
