Sober Sex Addict

To say that I have a reputation as a libertine would be an outdated yet appropriate categorization.  Much of this perception is due to the proliferation of sexual encounters after my last serious relationship which ended in 2007.  A mouth that can’t seem to stay shut about those affairs to remember or during those occasions for that matter probably has exacerbated the image of an utterly unethical slut whose appetite knows no boundaries.

As in most occasions of true sexual freedom, the abuse of said license has led to an insatiable licentiousness.  With a degree of attractiveness, a certain sense of aggression, a lack of shame or regret, and a plethora of willing compatriots, I might have gone on for a decade of debauchery.  If it were not for a self-imposed intervention, I doubt there’d be anyone or any reason to stop such activity, except maybe the blade of the betrayed.

But there’s more to this gift than its box, and it’s about time I am unwrapped as a fully integrated individual. What that means is anyone’s guess.  However it should be interesting, as I am readily conscious of my ability to forsake societal constraints and eager to explore the other means by which that tendency can be manifested.  In commonspeak, it’s time for me to focus on my career as a writer and put into action my personal spiritual paradigm.

So, with much deliberation and many rationalizations, the decision presented itself:  No Sex for 2010.  At first, to most friends, it seemed an utter absurdity.  But then again, the context in which we’ve engaged has been upon a sexual platform of antics that any politician, read sex freak, would hold in high esteem.  Despite much scoffing and against many dismissals, I am set on actualizing this goal.

This decision of personal restraint also fit quite nicely into my self-imposed theme for 2010, being the Year of the Body, which includes abstinence from alcohol, smoking, and drugs as well as limiting the indulgence in processed foods and a heightened focus on transforming my physicality to that of the greco-roman sculptural ideal.

So make your bets, pick your dates, and see how long I can last.  If I am truly a sex addict in the strictest definition, I hold no chance in succeeding at this challenge of will power and restraint.  If, on the other hand, I’m simply a creature of tendency to alleviate that noxious beast known as boredom, I can tackle this with great simplicity, as long as my mind and body are otherwise occupied.

Regardless, I welcome you as an observer to participate.  Send me your encouragement or be a silent seducer on my quest for a certain celibacy, as in I’ve kept the hank-yank on the table.  I mean, for chrissakes, I am still human and have no intention of contracting prostate cancer!  Hope it’s an enjoyable journey for us all!  Welcome and please, let’s keep the masturbating to a minimum.  Thank you!