Sex addiction

I haven’t missed a day of meditation in over two years. Today, I found myself lost in my sex addiction and narcissism.

Does the word “mania” mean what you think it does? Here’s what it means to me.

Does sex addiction exist? Am I a sex addict? Was I a sex addict? Does it even matter what words I use to describe my experience?

What is the value in arguing about the concept of sex addiction?

A disastrous date, one that illustrates just how insane I am.

An interesting take on sex addiction that resonates with me.

If my cock isn’t hard, I start to wonder if I’m still alive.

Walking past a porn store, I remember the soul-crushing hours I spent in places like it, gazing at box covers in a dissociative haze, searching for a fix that would never come.

A man at the bottom of a stairway, looking up. I saw myself in him.

Acid indigestion, Netflix, and a grimly puritanical movie about sex addiction that gets a lot right and a few things painfully wrong.