Revenge fucking

Right after the change of status of the relationship between J and me, I wasn’t feeling too well. I was in a funk and it was all justified. Granted, I wasn’t a wet rag, but I was somewhat miserable (yet functional).

On more than one occasion, I was told I to get some action immediately. I wasn’t feeling the need to. Even though I’d have no problem picking someone up (I’ve got something to offer, and I shouldn’t kid myself that I don’t), I didn’t want to. My headspace wasn’t there. Sex never solved anything for me and sometimes it even made things worse.

To be honest, I don’t understand the concept of revenge fucking. Who cares if you’re having sex with someone else? I understand how it can make someone else jealous, but unless they’re in the same room while you’re getting it on, then it doesn’t matter. You’re affecting their sense of pride because you’re doing something intimate with someone else. It’s all in the head between someone’s shoulders, not the head between someone’s legs.

I’m also one of those people who craves a connection first. If the connection is there, then everything falls into place without being forced (and I don’t like being forced into anything).

So, as opposed to revenge fucking, I’m going to do some revenge head fucking. I know it’s more effective, I can do it by myself and it doesn’t require a trip to the VD clinic.