what goes up, must come down

I saw a musical last night with no climax–an oxymoron, if you will. Which got me thinkin' on my lack of climax... and I ain't speakin' in metaphors. I am one of those tragically challenged females that can't climax without emotional connection (boo)-so really, what's the point. Also, and I was warned this would happen (by my sex-deprived early 20's ex-sorry!) I can't stop thinking about sex. But horny with morals and need for emotional connection do not mix. So I am freakin' frustrated and trying to feverously type it out.


When your single and restless or newly lonesome, people give you the advice to try something new-put yourself "out there". Well to that I say, "suck it". I got hobbies and talents up the ying and I thrive on unfamiliar territory. I think I'm so well-rounded (OR delusional) that I'll never find anyone with anything to offer. Which leads me back to sex. If you're not above and beyond-I yawn. If I yawn-I sure ain't emotionally connecting. If I ain't emotionally connecting-I ain't climaxing. And, if I ain't climaxing-what's the point.