The next time someone dumps me I want to say, “Yeah, it is you” when they’ve said, “It’s not you, it’s me.”  I wish I’d come up with that, but it was a Carnal Nation staff member.  Besides, no one ever breaks up with me.  Kind of difficult for them when we’re not actually in “relationships.”

With the casual sex thing I’ve got going on things just tend to fade out.  I think for the most part that’s the best way for things to end.  I’ve begged – whilst in that delicious sex haze – partners to please warn me before they cut me off.  It’s like I have a cock addiction and I need to be weaned, not quit cold turkey.

But I think  the guys think I’m into them “too much” and they inevitably do exactly what I have asked them not to:  ceasing the fucking sans alarm bell.  Very frustrating.  What they don’t understand is that I’m not so much into them as into the fucking.

When the fucking is good it’s wonderful, and I want to assure that the fun will continue, not try to get the guy to be my boyfriend.  Sure, I like the guys behind the fucking or the fucking wouldn’t be nearly so good, but I don’t want to fuck them exclusively and I have no interest in any of those other relationship-y things like talking about our feelings and making demands of each other.

I just want the cock to fuck me, hard.  And I want things to be pleasant with the owner of said cock.  That’s all.  I don’t want anyone to feel obligated.  That’s a “relationship” relationship.  I just want relationship, not a “relationship” relationship.

I swear.  True story.