Amazing how at my age I still don't know everything there is to know about myself. Those moments of absolute clarity when all the tiny pieces of the puzzle finally come together are very rewarding though. Still far away from unveiling the secret of the universe, but one step closer to a better understanding of myself.
For someone who has discovered masturbation at around 5, I don't really like it that much. It has limitations and I feel miserable afterwards. I tend to keep it to a minimum. The object of my desire said masturbation = less drama. As far as I'm concerned, I'd take bad sex with a human being anytime. Even with the drama. A hand may join you in the shower, but it doesn't make coffee. Actually it does, but you know what I mean...
He said there were no limits to the imagination, and then it hit me. I have never fantasized of Pitts, Clooneys, Depps or Blooms. I've always fantasized of real men in my real life. And if they had to be in my fantasy, not in my bed, something was terribly wrong with the whole thing, hence the misery.
Team building, anyone?
