Let’s talk about sex…

Dear Diary,

I get hostile when I’m horny. Fact. Especially when I have a living, breathing vessel for my sexual release but she always seems to be motherfucking busy lately bitch you know I’m talking to you get your ass over here and give me release before I kill you and anyone that looks like you

Sorry. Got a little carried away there. 😳

Maybe I have too much energy because I haven’t been able to work out lately. I apparently went a little overboard and hurt my left foot – nothing serious, but enough to cancel out most of my cardio for a bit. Which means all this energy I usually let loose is building up, and

seriously bitch answer your motherfucking text messages you know I’m trying to get ahold of you quit acting bougie I know where you live

I guess what I’m trying to say is that my hormones are going crazy, and it’s beginning to seep into my writing in a huge way. Like, my love scenes are ending up multi-paged and cranking out dialogue is only annoying me. 😅 This is usually the reverse of the way I write. I think my day can best be summed up by a social media post I let loose this morning:

 

“Slept like shit. Can’t quit coughing. Coffee having zero effect. Did not feel like writing. Sat down to write anyway. Somehow managed to crank out 2,516 words. 😳 #AmWriting #AmEditing #AmPossessed?”

 

So yeah.

Slight topic shift.

As I write this, I’m listening to the latest podcast from Writing Excuses, Episode 13.37, and it has to be one of the most audibly awkward experiences I’ve ever had. In it, they are talking to a guest author about writing characters that are gender nonconformist, non-binary, etc., which apparently the author defines herself as. I’m kind of looking at my speaker like it’s insane because it seems like… I’ll just say this: I’m bisexual. I know this because I am sexually attracted to, and have fallen in love with, both men and women. I couldn’t care less what anyone thinks about this, and I feel absolutely zero motivation to continually discuss it or throw it in anyone’s faces. I mean, why would I? What would I gain? That being written, everyone has a right to sexually be whatever they want to be and see themselves in whatever sexual light they choose, but why does this have to be a constant public discussion? People being offended by pronouns, public restroom usage, etc.

It seems like recently this whole non-binary thing has just erupted and it’s something like a fashion statement now. I see it all over social media on almost every platform, and it just puzzles me. Honestly, I don’t care one way or another what someone’s sexual or romantic (or lack thereof) preference is… I’m going to stop myself there before I go on a real rant. I dunno. Maybe I’m just weird.

Anyway, as always, thank you for taking time out of your life to read my words. I love you for that.

What are your thoughts?

Let me know. 😊

#Alexa

 

“Now the only thing I miss about sex is the cigarette afterward. Next to the first one in the morning, it’s the best one of all. It tasted so good that even if I had been frigid I would have pretended otherwise just to be able to smoke it.”

– Florence King