I Think My Pussy Is Boycotting Me
In the three weeks that Tex and I have been dating, I have hardly put out. It’s not for lack of wanting to (his ass alone is like two scoops of man cream), it’s just that–this is going to sound so lame–I’ve been too exhausted to feel sexy. Sure I’ve gone through this before, but it’s been a while. And it coincided with depression. Does that mean another bout of depression is coming for me? Nooooo, it can’t! I won’t allow it! I spit in the face of depression. –spits–
Should I be worried? Or can it really be as simple as “I’m tired and stressed the fuck out”? I told Tex from the beginning that I wish I could have waited a few months to meet him, but life is kind of a bitch about doing whatever the hell it wants regardless of how you feel about it.
