this is the horny commiseration thread

it says rpms x 10 (possibly x100) which isn't strictly a speedometer, more like angular velocity. um, sexual perfomance measured in rpm? curious. sounds like that film i once saw...

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But then again, I suspect I did, so it's not just a function of the horn. I hope.

Is there anything or any topic that I cannot figure out how to make into some kind of horn-inducing situation?

(Please do not feel the need to test that theory.)

I had a sex dream about a friend of mine who's nine years my senior. It was scandalous.

Playing is easy... or perhaps that should be, soft. Love is hard... or perhaps that should be, hell.

Ah, Kitchens Of Distinction *sigh*

I think the problem is that I don't really know *what* I want. Being an Old Lady, I think I should want to Be In A Proper Relationship and I just can't be hassled with the whole casual thing. But on the other hand, I'm too burned out to be in a relationship and even the idea just gives me a vague feeling of dis-ease in the pit of my stomach like I'm going to do a sick.

But on the other hand... boys with pointy noses and bushy sideburns. Sigh.

(9 times out of 10 wanking is actually more satisfying physically than casual sex anyway. It's just when you want to be, you know, naked and holding someone.)

Anyway, I will shut up now because I'm boring myself.

Captain Anderson, la la la la la la laaaa.

I'm not sure if I do have a crush, and I'm trying to talk myself out of it, or if I don't have a crush and I'm trying to talk myself into it. If I'm feeling that ambivalent about the whole thing, it's probably not a good idea anyway.

(Of course, knowing him and knowing me, we'd never get around to actually having sex, and just sit around all night talking about theoretical physics and playing with each others' effects pedals.)

(I could even have logged out and you'd still have known I was going to say it)

OK. You have no idea what my fevered brain made of it at the time... well, actually you probably do. I owe you an apology too... but let's draw a veil over that if we can.

Never mind the orgasms

...we're the tantric pistols. I've gotten quite interested in the idea that we have a chemical hangover from orgasms. Apparently it takes a couple of weeks to really kick in...

I'm trying to figure out whether or not I have a crush

Having a crush on someone's a pretty crap reason to actually try to get with them anyway, innit? I mean, it's gonna wear off...

I dunno about that, but Oxytocin is definitely addictive. I mean, that's the whole point of it! And why you feel so crap when you break up with someone/stop having sex.

Having a crush on someone's a pretty crap reason to actually try to get with them anyway, innit?

What other reason *is* there to get with someone? Sure, you should have stuff in common with them, and enjoy their company and all that. But if you don't have a crush on them, why bother getting with them? Why not just be their friend?

(I think if I have to give it this much thought, I probably don't have a crush on this person. Or perhaps I'm still just mangled.)

I mean, how do you go about *doing* that? How do you kind of approach a friend and say "hey, would you mind terribly if we had casual sex? I think it might be a good idea for both of us."

In good times
And bad times
I will rub one out because I'm bored
That's what wanks are for

I kinda agree... and I kinda don't. Like, if you've got a crush and it's serious, you're basically temporarily mad, so you've gotta do something about it. But whatever that is, it's generally idiotic. This is all in the wrong thread...

I also think chemical responses ain't any path to real happiness.

Honestly... I know I'm coked to the gills on SSRIs lately, but really.

Ah, Kitchens Of Distinction *sigh*

Indeed. They bring a whole new meaning to Kate's mention of effects pedals, too!

And... the first time we opened the capsule, everything went...

I had Kitchens of Distinctions CDs at one point, but my brother kept nicking them. Strange, because he hated all my other space/drone/shoegazer stuff. (Except maybe the Cocteau Twins whose records he also kept nicking.)

Did not wank last night. Watched CSI:BBC until I fell asleep.

Also, looking at pictures of naked women sometimes does nothing to improve my mood. I came across a picture the other day that just killed me -- it was a woman's neck and shoulder. No tits, no ass, neck and shoulder. I wanted to kiss it so bad it was almost physically painful.

I did go over to the ex's apartment tonight and she hugged me a lot and sat in my lap through The Daily Show, and she smelled nice, and that should be enough to hold me for a few days.

I am having attacks of remorse at my idiotic attitude towards you recently, Kate. They pass but anyway, sorry.

I'm not wanking either. Paunchy, can I humbly suggest - don't do it so much. Focus your energies elsewhere.

Nobody heard him, the bored man,
But still he lay moaning:
I was spending too much time on ilx
And not wanking but posting.

Poor dog, he always loved barking
And now he's bored.
They must have been too bold for him his balls gave way,
They said.

Oh, no no no, it was too bold always
(Still the bored one lay moaning)
I stayed in all my life
Not wanking but posting.