Heartbreak Nymphomania
31Jan/100

A Journey

We need a witness to our lives. There's a billion people on the planet... I mean, what does any one life really mean? But in a marriage, you're promising to care about everything. The good things, the bad things, the terrible things, the mundane things... all of it, all of the time, every day. You're saying 'Your life will not go unnoticed because I will notice it. Your life will not go un-witnessed because I will be your witness'."

- Shall We Dance (seriously the only part of the movie that was worth watching)

The point where a relationship transitions into being a serious one is when you ask your significant other, and yourself, if you want to share each others' lives. Like, "hey, do you want to experience my journey with me? Do you want me to experience your journey with you?" You take two wandering paths out of millions and millions in the world and have them become one and the same.

It's been a while since I've shared my life with anyone. I began to think I had lost the capacity to, but I know that that's not true. I guess the question now is: will it work for us to have our paths converge?

4Jan/094

Blood

During the flight, I started menstruating.

Sort of ironic, if you think about it. But the same time, I was relieved. I had been thinking about you and wasn't sure if I was ready to see you. If I wanted to see you at all. And the blood gave me an excuse - an excuse to not sleep with you; to not let you touch me. To not jump into anything that I would perhaps not want.

When I met you again, after a 4 month breach, I realized that something had changed. I didn't burn for you as much. Wait - that doesn't make much sense. What I'm trying to say is that I'm still in love with you as I ever was and I still yearn to touch you, but I can't ignore the ebb and flow of life and its irresistible force.

So the truth is? That the reason I feel lukewarm towards you now is not because my love has lessened - it is because it no longer makes sense. It no longer has a place in the real world. And I have to be content to let it flow away.

31Dec/081

Aphrodisiac

Press play.

New Year's Eve.

Drinking since 5pm.

Alcohol count: 2 Bailey's, 1 shot of Tequila, 2 glasses of Chardonnay, 2 Vodka-limes, 1 white russian, 1 champagne, 1 strawberry Daiquiri

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You stumble into the restroom, tilting on your silver four-inch heels, slamming drunkenly into the wall between the two cubicles. You push the door closed and manage to lock it, yank your skinny jeans down to your knees, and wedge your fingers into your panties, thrusting.

Forget oysters; forget chocolate. Nothing like alcohol to get you pumping.

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The key to getting over somebody is finding one reason - any reason, as long as it's big enough - that it wouldn't work out between you. Never ever work out.

And so, now, your feelings for them have fizzled and transformed into a fond camaraderie without the bite of love.

It's only with one person that, no matter how hard you stomp on your feelings with your stiletto shoes, they still manage to bounce back up again.

You tried the same technique with him, only to realize that...

...

...

...

...you couldn't find anything. Not one thing.

Sometimes unrequited love feels like a squalling infant... it keeps you up at night, distracts you, keeps you from your work and studies and other activities, makes you cry now and again, and you need to take care of it all the damn time, but it also gives you inexplicable delight.

And eventually you learn to just live with it - just  accept that it is there - and just go on with your life as normal.

Instead of feeling angry... right now? I want to go out and dance and revel in my fabulousness and think to myself:

Well. Your fucking loss, bro.

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The other clubgoers are banging on the door. You're leaning against the wall, curling your fingers against the wall of your warm dripping pussy and throwing your head back and gasping. And then your orgasm rocks through you and you blink, slowly coming back to life and realizing where you are.

The thrill kind of goes away from sex-in-a-public-bathroom when it's just sex with yourself.

You calmly pull your pants back up, compose yourself and open the door. You wash your hands with the fragrant club-bathroom-soap.

And then you dive back into the crowd, grab your drink from the nearby table and take a giant sip, and continue twisting your body to the pounding rhythm of the music.

No, I didn't actually masturbate in a public bathroom. I would, but not while I'm out with my mom and sister.

23Nov/085

My Failed Search for Intimacy

Or: Why this blog is named "Heartbreak Nymphomania"

Note: I've decided to give Cute-Tripmate an actual title. So from now on I'll be referring to him as the Atlantean. Yes, like the underwater city.

So I mentioned a couple of chat-posts that I didn't end up publishing for various reasons... but today's post is my chat with S. So, yeah, instead of getting the gossippy/hot chats, you get the rambly, self-reflective one. Ha!

But no, seriously, I feel that what me and S talked about was pretty important. It gave me a lot to think about. Thank goodness for friends who care about me enough that they can give me the reality checks that I so desperately need.

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S: i worry that you think about sex too much. i worry that you have been caught up in the whole hookup thing. you spend so much time and effort on this that i don't know how you fit anything else in. i feel like you really need to sit down for a few minutes and think about what you want and what all of this means in terms of your larger life.

Wilhelmina: you're right, i think about sex a shit ton. probably about half of my thoughts drift to sex. and this really is nothing new at all, you probably just haven't heard me talk about it as much as i do now. to me, sex isn't just a nice thing to have now and again, it's almost like a quota to be filled. and it means many different things to me. it's a way for me to communicate with and understand another person, and a way to feel wanted and paid attention to and desired. but you're right, it probably does take up a lot of my time. and just like everything else in life i need to moderate it somehow.

Wilhelmina: maybe what's different now is that i'm drifting into realms that i've never touched before, with the whole queer thing and BDSM thing. and the whole sexblogging thing, too. so i guess that comes with a fair bit of novelty or excitement. and there's so much to explore, that it probably gives me more to think about.

Wilhelmina: well, okay. i actually think i've been thinking about sex a lot less these days. well, besides the whole Scientist gossip thing. the Scientist is a huge slut too if you haven't noticed. i think he's even hornier than i am.

S: i know he is, but i think you're willing to go along with it. people around you do it a lot just for the hookups, and i think you're starting to buy into that.

Wilhelmina: yeah. lately i've been able to do stuff with people i don't feel anything for. i almost think that hooking up with people and being able to not be emotionally attached to them is a good thing. it makes you so much less vulnerable. i mean, i've figured out that having sex with people i'm not attached to isn't fulfilling, and i don't like it. but i wish i could. i hate that i have sex with my fwbs, and then fall for them, and i end up being this emotional person who falls for people and then is sad because i can't be with them. it's just so stupid. if i could emotionally detach myself it would be nice and uncomplicated.

S: no, people always fall for other people. it just means you have feelings. you're supposed to be vulnerable to the people you hook up with. otherwise you don't get anything out of it. why would you want to emotionally detach yourself?

Wilhelmina: well, because bringing emotions into it makes everything messy. it means that i get into a threesome with Christopher and F, and watch them do stuff to each other, and feel depressed. or watch the Emperor's girlfriend fuck him and then cry after they've both fallen asleep. if i hadn't been in love with either of them i could just go through with the sex, enjoy it, and that would be it.

S: someday you will fall for someone who is single. you want a monogamous relationship with someone, that's why you feel hurt when you watch Christopher with someone else, or the Emperor and his gf together.

S: you just tell me things like "I feel lonely," "I worry that no one will ever love me," "I don't feel like girlfriend material." and then, I feel like that drives you to hook up more and more, and it becomes less and less about the emotion involved. and then you feel worse and worse about yourself, and you feel like hookups are all you're good for and that no one will want you for anything more

S: like i said, i always thought there was a real emotional connection there with your fwbs, and it was way more than just a hookup. and now you need a hookup just to have a hookup, and you look around for acceptable people, like the Atlantean and Tobago-Guy

Wilhelmina: something has changed. i've definitely done the casual hookup thing here, and i don't like it. it feels so empty and pointless and frustrating. i feel like i might have something special with the Atlantean, but every time we hook up, his roommate is involved too and it's really awkward. and i do need to have someone, because if i don't i'm sexually frustrated and needy and that's just pathetic, and i start throwing myself at people. so the solution is to either get over it, or to find someone i can get rid of all my neediness and horniness with.

S: can you be not-needy without having someone? i feel like this goes back to the dependent personality thing that you showed me in sophomore fall. i feel like it might be really healthy for you not to need someone, anyone, to be happy.

Wilhelmina: i think so too. i feel like i don't need to be in a relationship anymore, which is a good thing. i could be happy with a close, affectionate, physical relationship like i had with the Actor. what i've missed so much here is to just have someone to hug and cuddle with and lay in bed with, not even sexually. and maybe i'm trying to find a cheap substitute by hooking up. i know i am, actually. partly why i kept sleeping with the Scientist, way after it stopped meaning anything and i stopped feeling anything, was that i just wanted someone to be close to and lie next to and hug and touch, and the sex was just something that happened to go along with it.

Wilhelmina: all i want is to curl up in somebody's arms and feel safe and loved and needed and desired. and feel our hearts beating next to each other. and it's silent but we know what's going on through each other's minds because we're so closely connected

S: i understand completely. i really do. i actually thought something similar to that. i feel like that's exactly what you're looking for. and you find anyone to fill that need, which doesn't necessarily work. it depends on the person you're hooking up with.

S: i feel like you found what you wanted with Christopher.

Wilhelmina: and the Emperor. we were so on the same wavelength. it was awesome. so i did find it. but both of those relationships were... i don't know what they were. unqualifiable.

Wilhelmina: i was so disappointed when Tobago-Guy ended up being emotionally distant from me. i wanted us hooking up to lead us to being closer, but that didn't work out, and it sucked. how do normal people go about getting closeness, then?

S: haha, normal, your favourite word. well, i think a lot of girls are really physically close the same way that you were with the Actor. like girls on my study abroad spoon all the time, they're always on each other's laps, hugging, tickling each other nonstop, etc. i feel like you could have that but can't seem to be able to remove the sexual connotation.

Wilhelmina: i'm so confused by myself. i don't know what i want. i feel like i need all this affection and stuff that normal people don't need from their friends. or they need it but they can get it from anybody.

S: not true. i need it too, as do most people.

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I hate that this appears to be a classic case of the mislead girl who casually hooks up but what she really wants is a cosy monogamous relationship. Which isn't true, because I don't want a cosy monogamous relationship, I just want intimacy. I definitely believe that people can be single and do the casual hookup thing and be perfectly happy and healthy, I just... am not one of those people, unfortunately.

I probably will end up doing the casual hookup thing at least a few more times more, just out of curiousity. And I think that I could enjoy casual hookups now and again, but that can't be all I have. I'll end up needing more. Having no relationship with somebody outside of hooking up? I couldn't deal with that for very long.

Just like I told S, I used to wish I could be someone who was emotionally detached. Instead, I've mostly been the person who assigned special feelings to sex, while the person I was with probably just saw what was happening as nothing more than another hookup. And I used to wish it could be the other way around. I used to wish that I could be the person who didn't care.

But now I don't think that anymore. I imagined a world where everyone was detached and casual, and it wasn't a very pretty world at all.

So okay, maybe I'm clingy and fall in love too easily and care too much about the people I care about. I've complained to the Actor about being 'too clingy' many many times, and he always told me he didn't think it was a problem at all. And maybe he's right. Maybe people like me need to exist. Maybe that I love too many and too much is really a good thing.

23Oct/089

HNT: Scratches

Press Play.

Today was an extremely weird day. I got tipsy halfway through the afternoon by drinking in Cute-Tripmate and Roommate's room - at first it was all good because the alcohol made me more sociable and made me do my work faster but... Then I realized that a girl was in their room using CT's computer. I asked both Roommate and CT about her, as such:

Me: Are her and CT going out?
CT/R: Yeah, pretty much.

At the same time, I go on Facebook and realize that the Emperor has changed his relationship status to 'in an open relationship' with his gf. Previously, I had emailed with him and he had said that he doesn't do relationships; that he doesn't see himself in one currently. And I felt relieved - like he wasn't in a relationship with me because he had a problem with relationships, not because he had a problem with me. But apparently that isn't the case. I almost want to comment on his status "See? Told you" but I won't.

At the same time, I go on Facebook and see that Christopher has changed his profile picture to one of him and his gf looking all sweet and happy and couple-y.

At the same time, I think about visiting San Francisco in winter, about visiting the Actor, and that his new bf is going to be there at the same time. I'm so happy that he's dating somebody he likes very much, and who likes him back, and who he's happy with - but I'm slightly disappointed that I won't be able to see as much of him as I would like; that I won't be able to play with him and have sex with him with a strap-on again and cuddle with him in bed and hide under the covers and talk about anything and everything.

I left CT's room because I had to go to class - but throughout the whole thing I was discreetly running a thumbtack - and after I lost it, a pencil - up and down my arms, feeling the burn and letting it calm me. The Actor says that hurting yourself is the most cowardly and pathetic thing you could ever do, and I agree with him. But still, when I feel sad and worthless and unloved, I scratch myself. And I think that the small scratches don't really hurt me; that I can get away with this. But when I come back to my dorm, my dorm-mates notice the red, angry marks and ask me about them. And I cover myself with my jacket and give them excuses. And worry.

I'm looking and asking for something that seems very simple - requited love - but life keeps disappointing me and I'm almost ready to give up. I have myself, and I feel that that's all I can ever hope to own and care about in this world, without the threat of being hurt.

I want somebody I love to care about me without fear, without wanting anything in return - and asking that seems like asking for the sky or the stars or something impossible. Because if you think about it - it is impossible. These days, people don't want love and romance. People want someone independent and self-sufficient who can clean up their own messes and who doesn't have any emotional baggage. They don't want love. They want a wife. A life-partner. Someone to split the bills with.

I've felt love before. At least, I've felt the thing that I call love. It's consuming and overwhelming and makes me feel happy and morose at the same time; like I can take on the world, and like I'm the most insignificant little life-form there is at the same time. Surely, someone must have felt the same way towards me? At least once?

14Oct/085

Searching for something as yet unknown

My lovely readers - thanks very much for your kind comments! They mean a lot - and I'm glad you're enjoying my writing.

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Press Play.

A couple of nights ago my roommate asked me:

How can you emotionally detach yourself enough to have sex like that?

Casual sex, she meant. Sex without being in love. The question wasn't malicious, or judgemental - merely curious. At that moment, I beat around the bush, trying to explain myself but not really giving her a straight answer. I only realized what I really wanted to say later - I couldn't give her an answer because I didn't have one.

I have had sex without being in love, but I am not emotionally detached.

I would like to think that after my various sexual exploits, forays, and misadventures, I am emotionally tough enough to use pretty people for my pleasure; to swallow them up, like a seasoned man-eater/lady-killer/etc. The truth is that I'm not; and I can't. I've become more mature, practical and experienced in dealing with sex and love and relationships. I've learnt how to get over people; and how to appreciate sex for the many different facets it has to offer, besides a mere expression for being 'in love'. 

Underneath it all, I'm still a burgeoning romantic.

I'm looking for something. I'm not sure what. Not love - not quite that. I have become disillusioned with "love." Quote-unquote-love, the love of Valentine's Day and red hearts and chocolates and flowers and poetry and diamond rings and forever. People try to assign this "love" to a particular color; day; words. They try to define it. Give it a box to fit into.

If love exists, it probably can't be bounded by four simple letters. You would feel it in your blood and gut and goose-pimpled skin. See it in the face of anybody you would see on any ordinary day. Think it, deep in the churning, secret places you go to when you sleep. You would not speak it.

But how would I know?

Maybe I'm looking for this elusive, real love.

No. Maybe I just want to be wanted. Needed. Cared about. Like when a person wraps strong, gentle arms around me for no other reason than to hold me. When a person tangles their limbs with mine and we drift off to sleep. When a person joyfully calls my name. Tells me that they miss me.

No. I'm attracted to people who are bright and shining and confident, among others... Maybe I want to find a way to take some of their explosive vibrance for myself...

No. Maybe I want all of that, and more.

Sex. Our bodies, flesh, skin, writhing against each other. Putting your tongue and parts of you inside my mouth. In me. Trying to pull you inside of me. Exchanging body fluids. Saliva passing from lips to lips as we kiss. My juice on your fingertips. Yours dripping from your cock onto my tongue. Or dripping from your cunt down my chin. Sweat - all over. Blood - sometimes. My tears on your cheek after an intense orgasm.

Orgasm. (The small death.) Mind-numbing pleasure; a screaming release of all the emotions that you can't give words to. A sweet few seconds of pure oblivion.

So I've had sex without being in love but... Is there anything casual about that? Is there any way I could emotionally detach myself from something that's so emotionally charged?

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30Sep/084

A Love-letter to No-one

Right now, I have a beer and three cups of Hypnotic inside me (a quality mixture of vodka, cognac, and fruit punch, according to the bottle) and I am able to be honest.

My loves - I miss you. Very, very much. I miss the way you moan and cry out; I miss the way your skin and genitalia taste inside of my mouth. I miss the way it feels like we were moulded out of the same clay - the way we resonate with each other. Maybe that's just an isolated feeling - maybe I'm the only one who feels like that - but no matter. I feel as if I can communicate with you without words, and that's something. That, my dears, is worth mentioning. Worth valuing.

I see the photographs of you with your significant others. I see your Facebook status updates about them. I see how integral they are to your lives. And it's okay. I don't care. I can't care. Because I? I love you - all of you. So deeply. So much. Tonight - I was talking to a friend here, explaining how I would do just about anything for somebody I am close to. And it's true.

Perhaps this is a dangerous statement, but - you define me. You make me.

Because what use is a world in which you have nobody whom you find worth dying for? Worth living for?

To the Emperor: I have been emailing with K and he speaks of his ex-who-he-still-loves in the most poetic of terms: he describes her as a tornado; as a maple tree. I would describe you as a brightly-shining-sun. When I spent time with you, I described it to others as 'basking in your prescence.' And it's true. Being around you is like witnessing a great ball of destructive and creative energy; witnessing a force that can move mountains. I wish I could be there with you right now, before you leave for good and live the fabulous life that you deserve. I wish we could have had more time. I keep thinking that maybe you would have let me in; you would have loved me as much as you loved her - your girlfriend. But I've wished for the same thing before and it came to nothing.

If I was at College right now - you know what I would have done to you? I would have found the best way to tie you up and render you immobile; I would have found the best places on your body to strike. The places that would make you scream ecstatically. I would have taken you to a place inside of your mind where you felt the most vulnerable; the most safe; the most cradled; the most possessed.

I still dream of coming back and finding that you're still there. I dream of finding you and your wine-rich lips and dizzying kisses. Maybe one day I will find you - somewhere unexpected.

To Christopher: I want you. Which is the beginning and end of it all, really. I want your cock and your mouth and your ass and your cries and your ridiculousness. I'm so grateful for the way you listen to me and tolerate me and let me crawl into you and feel safe and protected. I'm grateful for the way you let me push you.

To the Actor: I dream about you. I dreamt about you last night. I dreamt we were both still at College, and rolling around in bed and cuddling and talking about everything under the sun as we always do.

You were my friend, my sibling, my lover, and my child. You displaced me. Threw me completely off-kilter. And I appreciate that. I hope I see you again, and soon.

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I've yet to spend quality time with somebody here who does not want to get into my pants in some way. It's annoying. And the people I am attracted to? Completely unavailable, as usual. Basil is extremely elusive and such a clit-tease. So arrogant and condescending - which is partly why I have such a huge crush on him.

What an idiot...

I want to taste his mouth; pull onto his dreads so his head snaps back and I can taste his neck. I want to feel his wiry body against me. Most of all - I want to make him gasp. I want to render him speechless. I want to make him completely devoid of smarmy comments. And I want to tease him until he begs me to let him come.