I plan to remain celibate at least until I return to ATL next year (that's the plan, but I have a LOOOONG year ahead of me so we'll see). Besides kicking my expensive weed habit, this is one of the best things I can say I've done for myself. It feels like for the first time in my sexually active life, I'm starting to really understand the subject of sex. Although I find myself yearning for the touch of a man, it stops there. Instead of watching a man's walk to determine what he's working with, I find myself first looking at character traits. Sex just isn't as important to me. Unless it's with the right person, it just seems like it would feel empty.
With the proper tools, I've mastered the art of making myself climax in as short as a few minutes. I don't need a man for that reason. I prefer to have sex for intamcy. I don't want to feel that intamcy so it makes it that much easier to stick to my goals. I'm hoping that my sex starved ass won't go crazy once my feet hit that Georgia red dirt. So many scrumptious educated young Black men...a woman's head could explode!