is to be joke of the decade about how I never have sex with another person and so must be desperate to have it.
Even when I was 30-50 pounds overweight from psychiatric medications when I was of traditional college age, if I were desperate for sex I could have gotten it. I was never that desperate; I wanted whoever it would be to like me, and be someone I liked.
That is no less true of me today, nor has it been less true the entire time that the conglomerate has been sexually stigmatizing me to the world. Do you think there is nobody who has wanted to have sex with me since 2010, just to be able to say that he had? If I were a nymphomaniac, how could I have resisted even the temptation to kiss anyone for these past four years?
I was a virgin until I was 27, and, even then, it took bad advice from a bad therapist to get me to sleep with the few people that I slept with. I haven't had intercourse since I was 29; is that what a nymphomaniac does?
Copyright L. Kochman, December 13, 2014 @ 12:43 p.m.
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