Blogger has just lost a rather dramatic post about my recent fight with a homophobic gentleman. I'm not sure where it's gone but I can't be arsed to rewrite it at the moment. I'll post it up tomorrow or Wednesday. Instead I'll post about masturbation.
A few weeks ago I confessed to a Prozac addiction. This confession has earned me free drinks, a new harddrive and the write off of a £20 debt. Hopefully further confessions will yield more gifts of sympathy, so here goes:
Prozac has made me anorgasmic! I still get 'the urge' but no matter how hard and for how long I wank, I just can't cum. Even the standard masturbatory fantasy involving a rugby team that i've been using since the age of sixteen doesn't work any more.
It's like when you want to sneeze but can't. You feel the sneeze coming on and you want to sneeze but then the urge to sneeze just goes and you feel really frustrated. It's like that, except worse and it's only the ability to orgasm that has been affected so i'm constantly horny with no way of... relieving myself.
One of the few enjoyable things about unemployment is chronic masturbation and self-pity, now I can't do either.
Anyway, you may detect that i'm a bit more cheery today. ALthough I don't have a hateful clerical job yet, my recent depression is turning back into the usual life-is-a-lie-but-i'll-carry-on-with-it-anyway, which is a good thing. Last night I had a dream in which Margaret Thatcher died so things are getting much better. I've also been getting ready for the return of popdizzy to its own domainname. I've also been doing a few web-based projects. One is a 'gay' website thing that's coming along quite well. I hope y'all like it. I've also been very artisic and experimenting with acrylic paints. Does anyone know how to make a living at being an artist?
Blang.
A few weeks ago I confessed to a Prozac addiction. This confession has earned me free drinks, a new harddrive and the write off of a £20 debt. Hopefully further confessions will yield more gifts of sympathy, so here goes:
Prozac has made me anorgasmic! I still get 'the urge' but no matter how hard and for how long I wank, I just can't cum. Even the standard masturbatory fantasy involving a rugby team that i've been using since the age of sixteen doesn't work any more.
It's like when you want to sneeze but can't. You feel the sneeze coming on and you want to sneeze but then the urge to sneeze just goes and you feel really frustrated. It's like that, except worse and it's only the ability to orgasm that has been affected so i'm constantly horny with no way of... relieving myself.
One of the few enjoyable things about unemployment is chronic masturbation and self-pity, now I can't do either.
Anyway, you may detect that i'm a bit more cheery today. ALthough I don't have a hateful clerical job yet, my recent depression is turning back into the usual life-is-a-lie-but-i'll-carry-on-with-it-anyway, which is a good thing. Last night I had a dream in which Margaret Thatcher died so things are getting much better. I've also been getting ready for the return of popdizzy to its own domainname. I've also been doing a few web-based projects. One is a 'gay' website thing that's coming along quite well. I hope y'all like it. I've also been very artisic and experimenting with acrylic paints. Does anyone know how to make a living at being an artist?
Blang.
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