I can go for months without sex. Probably everyone can, but I’m talking about me now. I can go for months without, but I must be reaching my end because I’ve been in a sustained state of pant-pant for at least five days now, and it feels more like nine days what with all the free time before New Year’s. And ironically I haven’t felt like wanking it, which I guess means that I am rejecting fantasy over reality.
It’s quite a state, to reject fantasy. I rarely do (who does?) but either I’ve just reached a point where I need some reality to sustain myself, or I may be aware that fantasy is just not powerful enough to obscure the realities that are around me. I want my attention turned.