Frustration makes the world go 'round

"Sex is like pizza. Even when it's bad, it's still good."
--Unknown

I've been thinking about it a lot lately. The act of sex. Making love. Coitus (I'm sure it's Latin but.. WTF?! Coitus? It sounds like the noise a bedspring would make when you sit on a squeaky bed. An onomatopoeia, if you will). The horizontal mambo. Fucking.

Whatever you call it, it's been two fucking years since I've had it. And now that I've been talking about it more with someone of the female persuasion, it brings the fact home that I'm missing it. A lot.

Sex is a beautiful thing. It's a primal thing. It's an act that two people (or more, if you're into that sort of thing) participate in using instinct and learned technique to gratify one another. It's something two people do to share themselves with each other. It's something that releases tension. It's self-expression. It's teaching and learning. It's just fucking awesome (is there a double entendre in there?).

When you meet someone you think you can get nekkid with, it's a wonderful thing. Of course, there are those out there that can get nekkid with anyone and can pretty much share themselves with two or three wonderful cuties a week (some, a day.. you guys are just crazy). But some of us think it's a little more special than that and no matter how much we want it, we have to wait until there is a special moment to do it.

But goddamn it! I'm about to go crazy! And masturbation only goes so far.

I guess I'll just have to kick it up a notch.. Masturbation 5x a week.. Maybe twice a day..

Note to self: Buy more lotion.