keith

Sometimes I like to think about how wondrous how we experience reality is. Here I am, sitting at my desk, and I can see my desk, but I'm not really seeing the desk. I'm seeing the way its various angles, materials, and atomic structure reflect beams of light into my eyeballs, which are then processed by my brain into what I think is my desk. The fact that I can reach out and feel my desk doesn't make it any more real... because I'm not really feeling it -- I'm experiencing the feeling of the nerve endings of my fingers responding to its texture, temperature, and solidity. Without any of those senses... without the ability of my senses to perceive a desk -- is the desk really there at all in any real sense?

No, I'm not stoned.

I'm also desperately trying not to masturbate, for the reason that... OK, I was dry for eight months this year, right. During that time I got a LOT of quality self-love done. Now, however, when my GF and I are making out, heading for the big shebang... When we first start making out I get a huge, rock hard erection, but by the time we get the foreplay done he's gone back to sleep -- and he won't wake up. So someone suggested that I stop masturbating. Yikes. It's hard. I have sweatpants on right now, and I keep finding that my hand has wandered down south. BAD HAND! BAD! I hope this works.