19 February 2013
Sex is exhausting. Literally and figuratively.
I am so tired of seeing stuff about it. We live in a society where it is so openly discussed. You walk into the quads and there are condoms on the wall. You walk into Maple and there's a huge condom drawing on the wall. I'm just tired of it. How are people supposed to not think about it. And I know for a fact I am the type of woman that likes to feel sexy so I show cleavage and wear tight pants. How are men supposed to avoid their thoughts when my tits are screaming hello at them. Damn. Sex is a hard thing for me. Yeah, I may not have had sex after Howdy, but I sure as hell have thought about it. My other problem is that with every freaking guy I hook up with I end up giving head. Almost every time. That's so messed up. I cannot believe my heart has come to that point. Why is it that I am so satisfied with that. Why do I think it's going to help me at all? I'm done doing it...or so I hope, but I know I'm done talking about it. No more. No more telling people about the choices I've made. Jesus, help me please.
Sex • Opuss № I