03 May 2009
No sex for a year
After quite a lot of meditation and medication, EuroWitch has taken an unprecedented step. She is giving up sex for a year. A whole 365 days. She knows it will be hard. Summer has just started and scantily clad men are thronging the streets again. I´m already terrified of even going out to buy a loaf of bread without faltering in my mission. This is not a simple Lenten fast. It’s a mission of rediscovery and respect.
In recent weeks, I’ve started wondering why I have sex and more importantly just when exactly the art of saying NO to myself died? When did sex become the polyfilla for the cracks in my personal life? Does going out and having great sex with some random stranger make up for having a shitty boss. Does a kinky night of passion in a sex club, soothe away those feelings of inadequacy when I look in the mirror? When did party poppers lose the party? Is sex some kind of temporary balm for a lost soul? Or am I just bored with my life?
There are lots of answers to questions that need to be found and I hope to find them during this year of sexual abstention. Mostly, I´m just looking forward to relaxing. The chase can be fun, but it's mostly tiring and unproductive. How many hours of the last decade have been wasted in the pursuit of (on many occasions) nothing? I know there probably won't be any great blinding light moment but I hope that by May 1st 2010, I’ll have some new insights and a fresh outlook on life.
Who bets I'll meet the man of my dreams next month?