God, have I ever felt that way. Sometimes sex is the only thing that I can think about. It used to rule my consciousness. I would just "go on autopilot", do something stupid or risky and then feel like shit afterward and promise never to do it again. But I did. It took a real wake up call for me to realize what I had been doing,the risks that I was taking and the possibility that I might bring home some disease to my wife. I still struggle and sometimes I fail, knowing on an intellectual level what I am doing and why I am doing it helps, but I want desperately not to have those desires and urges to have sex with someone. I've talked with my therapist about it and I am working on it and I will get better, but I want it to happen now so that I can get on with my life.


I want to stay as close to the edge as I can without going over. Out on the edge you see all kinds of things you can't see from the center.
Kurt Vonnegut (1922-2007)