What happens when you've been rejected so much by just about every person you ever tried to hook up with that the term "happy sexual life" looses its meaning? I mean, I can count the amount of times I've been with someone that weren't all that bad. Couldn't possibly been good either because well, my miserable bits get in the way. Oh yes, brothers and sisters, my miserable bits which shall soon meet their doom.
I think I'm becoming quite a bitter person for never having love, affection, human touch, intimacy and on and on it goes. People are supposed to have that to function and uh...when you're deprived of those things I guess you start losing your empathy. And it's not lack of sexual desire, that I've got plenty, it really is being undersexed, you know, an incel.
Funny how much a transition is never easy, even if you happen to be able to pass perfectly all the time like me, you still will struggle with lack of a romantic life. I can only imagine how girls who don't pass feel, it's just not for the faint of heart.
I just need so much to have that someone, you know. Go out after work, be hugged and kissed. Make out a hell of a lot. Have that delicious and incredible yet peaceful intimacy with him...just lay on his chest talking in low tones. Without that life just seems so mechanic, it's work, pay bills and save money for my GRS surgery.
Well, I hope things will improve after Thailand. Sometimes life can loose it's appeal.