It makes me sad that there are so many people going without because they don’t have the kind of relationship they want in order to be physically intimate with someone. In a way, it reaffirms my feeling that it really is intimacy people want, and sex is just the technology to express it.
I always get this urge to say, “come to me. I’ll love you.” But of course, that’s my problem—always feeling like I need more love. I feel like I am filled with enough to take care of so many people. When I hear the stories, my heart goes out to you. But, unfortunately, we do not live in a world where that kind of thing is possible. I’ll bet that hookup sex makes more sense to most people than having many loves.
You can dismiss hookups as just sex; as just a kind of selfish self-gratification. I think it is something that desperate people resort to because they don’t have a lover. They don’t have someone they can express themselves to using love-making.
The thing I don’t understand about myself is why, when I already have so much love, I want more. Part of it has to be the stuff going on in my brain. My desire for sex triples and quadruples when I’m manic. I think what I would like, normally, is maybe once a day. I can be pretty happy with only twice a week. This is much more than I was getting before we went into counseling.
When I’m manic, I want it two or three times a day. Well, that’s not exactly what I want. What I want is an intense involvement with someone where we can’t not do it three or four times a day. However it is the connection that is important. When I’m manic, I can fall in love in days.
It’s scary, because I ask myself how can this be possible? People won’t believe it. They’ll say it’s an infatuation, and maybe it is. But these relationships usually last way beyond the time the intensity is over. I make some serious virtual friends that way. But it never goes beyond that. It’s something I truly struggle with. I wish it were so simple as telling myself to stop and stopping. Anyway, when I get depressed, I need to feel love even more. It’s all such a mess, and it seems like there’s no way out without someone getting hurt. And that makes me want to take all the blame and so on and so forth….