Pain

It’s hard to write about sex when my body hurts.

I’m in pain, with little hope of relief. Ever. And it seems to be producing some intense emotions in me.

We don’t have a painkiller problem. We have a pain problem.

I’m interested in pain, but don’t particularly enjoy it.

First impressions matter. For a reason.

Meditating helps. The addict’s mind in the face of pain and loss….

My affair with Serena is flickering out, and the pain has been overwhelming. I’ve kept my thoughts hidden, too raw and vulnerable. Now, I’m torn between rage and terror, emotions that clash with my rational understanding.

I’m experiencing an excruciating radiculopathy. that’s doctor speak for a pain in the neck.

After a year of physical, familial, and domestic disruption, I’m reflecting on my relationship to sexuality, fantasy, aging, AI, and gender in search of renewed creative flow.

I reflect on my lack of passionate, spontaneous sex and the losses inherent in any particular sexual configuration.