Dry times are terrible times, if only because I hate them. Dry is characterized by tension and futility. Both of which, I say, are characterized by impotence. Sex rarely excites me. I almost avoid it.

* "Warpath" by Circle of Ouroborus

So sex--that's what you want to hear/write, right?--is an afterthought and yet the most inescapable thought. I'm wrapped up in being smothered by the girl who'll understand that numbness, but never suffer for my own, that my erection will reflect the excitement of my innermost ambition.