Tag Archive | Celibacy

Peace, Love and Happiness

One night, while at the local watering hole with DC, one of her old high school friends  showed up.  She sat down with us and we started talking.  She told us about her kids, grand-kids, and all that good Southern small talk shit.  Then once we moved on to the topic of relationships, she dropped a bomb on us.  She has not had sex in ten, ten, years.  Oh my God.  I almost spit out my beer.

DC was also shocked, but she said that she had also gone years without before.  DC then noticed that I had turned pale and stopped breathing at the thought of not having sex for TEN years.  DC then asked me, “Well Ginger, what’s the longest you’ve ever gone?”  My answer, “six months.  Those were six of the longest months of my life.  DC then proceeded to laugh and snort, spitting out her Scotch, then saying, “That’s all? Six months?!”

So last week I went 4 days without sex.  Before that I went another four days without sex.  As of tomorrow I will have gone another four days.  If I can make it past day four I will have accomplished a tiny milestone towards my new goal.  Celibacy for one *cough* year.  I want to cry just typing that, and yes, I hang my head in shame.


Shame, not from being embarrassed that I willfully choosing to become celibate, or that I probably won’t make it even three months, but that it’s come to this.  That I actually need to quit having sex cold-turkey because I have a serious problem.  You may think I’m just trying to be funny, but I’m not.  There are so many things that I’ve done that I couldn’t even write about on this blog because, even though this is anonymous, I was still so damn ashamed of myself that I couldn’t even to write about the awful things I had done.

So I’ve decided that since I’ve left so much out of my blog because I wasn’t proud of doing those things, I’m going to write about them while I’m suffering through my year of celibacy.  That way, I write more, I purge my sins, and you don’t get left out of the confessional loop any longer.

Call it a cleansing process.  I’m already about to have a panic attack just writing about it, and it hasn’t even been four days yet.  I plan to do anything necessary to stay celibate.  No more hanging out at the bar, getting drunk, flirting with strange men.  No more online dating websites.  Most of all, no more ex-lovers, ex-husbands, and ex-boyfriends tempting me by waving their cocks in my face.  No more dick-blindness.  SLUTS FOR A CURE.  So, there’s my half-assed plan on remaining celibate for ONE YEAR in search of inner-peace, self-love, and authentic happiness.

Peace, love, & happiness.


Tired of Sex. Thinking about taking a hiatus. (F*?K!)

I still love sex, but I am thinking about taking a hiatus from it for a while.  You know, the dreaded C-word.  Why?  I’m so sick of sex partners that are either lazy, overly aggressive and/or just don’t seem to care about whether I’m actually enjoying the act.  That’s not the only nor is it my main reason.  I’ve also read that there are benefits to the dreaded C-word, celibacy.

I have found over the last year that my personal goals and academic endeavors have suffered due to too much foolishness with men and relationships.  My classes and goals in life are far more important to me now than any man.  Of course that may sound selfish, but I’ll be 37 years old this year and feel that I have the right to be a little selfish.  My life is getting shorter by the day and I have a lot that I want to do before I croak.

Thankfully the Preacher and the rest of the family may be moving and that will free up some time for me to concentrate on my classes and other interests.  Seems like my prayer was answered.  I love my family very much, but they are downright controlling and suffocating sometimes.   This is a fact that both of my husbands and many boyfriends have pointed out incessantly, as if I wasn’t already aware of this fact.

If a period of celibacy is what it takes for me to get a grasp on my life and clear my head then that’s what I’ll do.  This will not be easy, but I’m willing to give it a try.  Don’t worry.  This will in no way affect the raunchiness of my posts and my propensity for revealing all the sordid details of my life.  I have plenty of stories hiding in the recesses of my memory.  A time of reflection could be a very good and hopefully entertaining thing.

P.S.  Why is “Charlie Sheen” listed as a recommended tag for this post?  I must really need help if I’m being thrown in the same boat as good old Charlie.