TMI

This is one of those honest posts. I’m venting. But it’s on a rather personal subject, and though not graphic, please skip it if sexual content makes you uncomfortable.

Do you ever like, really need a little alone time for tension relief, and suddenly the most unsexy circumstances in the world start to happen, boom, boom, boom, not once but each and every time for days on end, whenever you’re about to take the edge off?

By unsexy, I mean really unsexy. I mean like old, freakishly holy jehovah witnesses showing up, intent upon describing the pathway to salvation and talking in their moist, holy, aged voices on your porch (why are they still there? why did I leave the window open?) while you’re trying to hunker down nude out of sight of the windows, cus you were indulging in the freedom of thinking you actually had a few hours glorious time to yourself to frolic.

I mean like being in the privacy of your own bed in the morning, almost there, and all of a sudden some fat-bastard fly seems to *appear* in the room, out of thin air, and is buzzing over your head, and it’s just such an ugly stupid thing, and who the fuck can get off with a big, ugly fly zipping across the airspace over their face?

I mean like, even in the deep, dark, dead of the night when you’re just trying for a sneaky little quickie orgasm, and suddenly you hear an otherworldly groan, and realize that your room-mates husband is using *your* bathroom. That he seems to be getting sick in there. And there’s a good chance he’s in the hall bathroom because he’s already plugged the other one.

Seriously. I’ll probly never be able to get horny like, ever again.

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