I've been seeking words to articulate the evaporation of my libido. This is hard, because I don't know whether any of my friends share the experience, and I feel isolated by it. Last month I said half-jokingly to a lesbian writer friend that I was considering coming out as asexual. She guffawed and asked when I had last had sex. It had been two weeks.
It's not that I am celibate, or want to be. I haven't lost my attraction to men. It's just that the labours of sex and the pleasure of orgasm—heaven knows I've frequently been subject to the most intense ectstasy—are losing their appeal. It's possibly an effect of ageing. I've considered the possibility some kind of therapy might alter this course. Testosterone even?
I doubt that would make me happier, and it runs against whatever natural process is at work. I abhor the widespread quest for an elixir of youth. I prefer to take root in whatever I am, rather than conforming to the usual expectations.
Meanwhile I appreciate the freedom to turn more energy to creative pursuits. A weekend alone at home seems more like a gift, and I don't feel impoverished by the lack of sex.
This does not reflect negatively on my relationship with Danny. He has been the perfect lover, allowing me the freedom to be who I am.
But I have qualms about continuing to live on my own, and I fear that sex is the biggest bargaining chip for a relationship with a man. Among bears it is practically a social currency, and I am still enamoured of bears.
I crave affection, intimacy, tenderness, attention, beauty and appreciation. I remain polyamorous, though my understanding of the idea has long been unusual. I want emotional freedom more than a sexual banquet. I revel in chemistry, honour, passion, knowing and being known, touch, sense, strength, vulnerability, challenge. I will plunge into the arena of verbal, emotional and physical intercourse, when it is open to me.
Sometimes I even still like sex, especially as a repercussion when two souls happily collide and find themselves naked together, but that is rare, and must not be required.
So I'm not exactly asexual, but verging on it, another oddball identity.
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Date: 2008-01-15 04:15 am (UTC)It's simply not the most important aspect of relating for me anymore and I use to have a very high libido and felt that sex was tied in directly with my creativity. I've often thought it was the anti depressants but I also see how I am turning inward in other ways as well.
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Date: 2008-01-15 04:41 am (UTC)but then again, being a creative myself and one who has ideation as a strength, I tend to view things from a different angle to begin with.
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Date: 2008-01-15 05:36 am (UTC)It's maturing honey...
Date: 2008-01-15 05:55 am (UTC)I don't think you should consider the cooling of your libido as an exit, but as a doorway to another, deeper context in your relationship with Danny and others. Sex is always desirable but we live in a society that embraces that pornographic ideal that sex has to be hot, energetic and riveting all the time.
It doesn't...and that's what makes us appreciate the intimacy all the much more.
Do I make sense?
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Date: 2008-01-15 11:47 am (UTC)And I also believe it's not unusual for the seasons to have an effect on the body, sometimes creating a sort of sexual hibernation in Winter and then increased interest in sex in the Spring.
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Date: 2008-01-15 12:01 pm (UTC)age does have a lot to do with the fluctuations of libido.
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Date: 2008-01-15 03:37 pm (UTC)This strikes me as a very normal and healthy way to look at things. I feel this way a lot too. My emotional freedom is far more important to me than sex. If the two go hand and hand...great! But if I have to choose...not a hard choice.
That said, I think desire ebbs and flows and can be awakened by something intrinsic in ourselves or through inspiration elsewhere (which can and is very often another person). I like that sex and desire sometimes have an important role in my life and sometimes other things are important. It's good to have these cycles and seasons.
Also, really like the seed head photo as a companion to this post. It's solitary and wintery and yet at the same time speaks of latent fertility and promise of springs to come.
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Date: 2008-01-15 03:39 pm (UTC)Then I sat here debating on a response or a silent wave of warmth.
In the end I opted for a private response which I'll send via gmail later today, and an acknowledgement that your words made me think of you fondly and grin. Going back to times in your home, cottage, life, and arms.
Namaste
connor
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Date: 2008-01-15 03:57 pm (UTC)I'd happily take testosterone if someone said my depressions would be positively affected. Just to tweak my sex life, no. My sex life is fine, albeit sometimes less intense than formerly. And my cuddle/intimacy life is the big thing, of which the sex life is just a nice subset, but not the whole.
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Date: 2008-01-15 09:23 pm (UTC)I used to wonder, too, whether sex drive and creativity were intrinsically linked. What do you think about that now? To me it feels like my creative impulses have changed, but are still strong, perhaps more deliberate.
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Date: 2008-01-15 09:29 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-01-15 09:32 pm (UTC)That makes perfect sense, in fact it precisely describes how I feel a lot of the time. The woods is nice, too. What I worry about is being lonely.
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