Guilt.

I have been thinking about guilt.  I mean, what’s that really about? Why can’t we have what we want when we want it? It is a question I ask myself more often these days.

Surely.  If we are getting everything we need from one person then that’s gotta be the best, right? Of course.  But what if they can’t? What if there is a medical reason for their disinterest in sex? Or what if, worse still, they don’t know what it is that really turns you on?

If you haven’t been able to reveal your secret self to the one who should hold all your secrets – well – this is where we have the problem of guilt.  Maybe it is not a bag you ought carry.  Maybe you can put it down once and for all.

I fuck men who tell me I am the only woman they fuck.  Should they feel guilty? Nope.  Why the fuck can’t we have what we want when we want it? Aren’t we here to free our souls from this earthly bullshit? We are.  I am your priestess.  Tell me your secrets.  I won’t judge you.  Be you.  Whatever the goddamn cost.  Be you.

And for those men whose wives don’t want to fuck anymore because they have hit menopause – for the love of fucking please encourage her to have HRT! It will change her life.  Research.  Your relationship will thank you.

So.  Fuck guilt.