Sex Addiction...

I tend to view sex addiction like I do paranormal experiences. I've never had one, but I'm not going to diss people who say they have--there are, as Shakespeare said, things that are undreamt of in your philosophy.

That said, I thought I might be a sex addict when I was young. Age cured that. I'd like to get a little of it back.
 
My sexuality is a very large part of my identity. Like the rest of the components of my person, it flexes and fluctuates-- but I am conscious of my sexual desires and needs about all of the time.

I do not think I am an addict, I think I am on the higher end of the sexual spectrum. Likewise, I know people never ever think about sex. Sexual desire has nothing to do with their identity. They are not non-addicts-- they are on the other end of the spectrum.
 
Addiction hit me wham in my late twenties--concurrent with moving to Bangkok, with its wide-open sex scene. Lasted into my forties and started tapering off then--but I wouldn't say it was gone even now. And I certainly don't regret having had it. It was a lot more enjoyable and less damaging (in fact, I wouldn't say it was damaging at all), I think, than if I'd been addicted to tobacco or alcohol (which I haven't been).
 
I think people protest too much. We're reproductive creatures, we're all about sex, walking fuck machines...it's what we do. Soon as someone figures that out and liberates themselves from the mythologies and such, and realizes it's pleasurable and fun, here comes the uptight brigade trying to insist it's an addiction that needs curing.

Sometimes, though...so does breeding :D
 
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