The downside?
It's my turn to talk to the marriage psychotherapist tomorrow, one on one.
Dun dun dun...
So much could happen. She could tell me I am wrong or bad, or that I have some sort of illness. Perhaps I have a sex addiction of some sort. So much bad news could come from being honest.
But, suppose I don't want to be exorcised? Perhaps I embrace my demons and enjoy my wicked perverted soul and the joys I've derived from following my spontaneous but passionate heart. Without it, I would have learned so little about life and humanity. It allows me to relate to others. To be more present. To dig deeper into the minds and souls of others. To feel. To touch.
She asked about sex today. Somehow it was a little uncomfortable, like talking to your parents about sex. Next time she asks I think I'll just start humping her couch.
10:52 p.m. - 2009-08-12