I've recently been seeing a lot of things that include, or describe demisexuality. I have a few friends who identify that way, but that they are the type that need to be in a solid romantic relationship before they consider sex. This is the way I had figured it worked, so I dismissed it, blaming my sociopathy for my disinterest in most people. I was very capable of a sort of casual sex, between friends, that needed no romantic stimulus to create that desire. Then, I continued to think past that. Sure, I absolutely consider myself hypersexual. I want sex all the time, and am damn near insatiable, whether with one of my partners, or in the middle of a dry spell. However, I never look at the option of finding partners. I could have someone standing in front of me that is my absolute ideal physical type and preferred personality, and if I ask myself if I want to fuck them, the answer will generally be a loud and resounding no. However, give me a week or two of contact with tha
My life is such an odd and surreal rollercoaster of kink, mischief, body modification and wonderment. Read along, and see the new pages of the journey that is my life, with all the sex, trouble, friends, family, pain, and adventure.