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Sex

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It’s on my brain.

I haven’t had enough of it for a long time now.

(There are worse things than celibacy in prison, but I was fortunate.)

I’m a sexual type of person.  And it’s two o’clock in the morning.  And I want a lover.

The thing of it is, though, that I don’t want just anybody.

Someone said to me recently, “I just want to fuck someone who I actually want to spend time with.”

I’m with that.  Trawling Craigslist for casual sex doesn’t appeal to me at all, no matter how horny I am.

I want to fall in love again.

But.  but.  I can’t.  Not now.  Not love.

I couldn’t if I would.  I wouldn’t if I could.

Oh!  What’s a lonely boy to do?