Damned With Asexuality
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As I write my beloved is on the other side of an ocean. I sit in our house by myself. Not the first time since we came together that circumstances forced us to be apart. I hate it more.
I feel neutered, sexless.
Last time she was away I often writhed and wriggled in my bed at night my mind burning with images of being on my knees worshipping her shoes.
Don’t get me wrong. The thought of my tongue moving across her heel fills me with a happy glow. Really.
But I don’t feel much lust. About anything.
Somehow feeling asexual seems worse than that old devil frustration.
Not that sexual frustration is a good thing. I’ve seen men deny commonplace sexual needs only to wind up as human wreckage.
Sexual need can be enabling.
As a young man it was the desire to wrap my arms about the naked body of a pretty boy that kicked me out of a damaged adolescence and put me on the road to self-realization.
Sexual appetite can be energizing and motivating. The untapped force can be channeled into anything from simply getting mundane tasks accomplished to creative expression.
With erotic passion dead you can wonder why should I bother to get out of the chair, read a book, watch a movie. Is this breathing business really necessary?
This isn’t just about being horny. If I want an orgasm I can masturbate. But the sound of one hand slapping doesn’t compare to the pleasure in the other.
Whether we want to surrender or take power or don’t give a damn about either we dance to the rhythms of our hormones.
I want my libido back.



Comments
We doms often feel the same way. Odd how I never considered that these feelings could be universal.
Posted by: Kel | October 15, 2005 11:04 PM
Richard,
I am sure your libido will be back when Alexandra is back. And you now don’t need it, I suppose .
Posted by: appy | October 16, 2005 6:41 AM
Kel,
The empowerment we can get from a healthy libido is true whichever side of the power equation we’re on. And of ‘vanilla’ people.
For lifestyle couples when it hits the dominant it can surely be tough. I’ve read a few stories of submissive women and men who’ve felt a little bewildered when their Dom(me) has become so overcome by apathy that they’ve had to be the one who takes initiative in almost everything.
Posted by: Richard | October 16, 2005 6:58 PM
appy,
It will certainly be a happy day when she is back.
But a little frustrated lust is can be like a tune in the back of your mind that keeps you moving.
Posted by: Richard | October 16, 2005 6:59 PM
I’ve experienced the ups and downs of libido, primarily as a function of my hormones. And I’ve suffered the decrease in my ability to orgasm—that blows.
We all think sex is so base, so animal, but I’m amazed at just how intricate our sexual wiring is—unique and often finicky.
I hope your libido returns with interest!
Posted by: Her | October 18, 2005 10:07 PM