Juji's Blog

Okay, it's a given that us singles probably dip out a bit in the sex stakes. Unless you're into lots of casual sex, it's easy for things to stagnate in the sex department, you end up climbing the walls, and worse still, even forget what it's like. And I'm of the opinion it ain't healthy. Good sex energises, revives and gets us out of the cerebral states most of us seem to get into. It gets the creative juices flowing. In fact, post-sex is when I do my best writing. So, if you don't have that partner within arms reach when the hormones are running rampant and the urge arises, what do you do about sexual frustration? Those of you who regularly read my blog will know I have an ulterior motive for this particular topic this particular week. I'm looking for answers other than the obvious. Sure, there's porn and masturbation, but I reckon they're ultimately unfulfilling. Casuals are pretty unfulfilling too come to think about it. I decided some time ago to aspire to something much higher, a real, intimate relationship even.

So, here are a couple of suggestions I'm gonna try out this week while I wait for that real, intimate relationship.

I'm gonna exercise myself into a stupor. I'm going to the mountains to climb the biggest hill I can find and climb and climb and climb until I'm so physically and mentally exhausted, I'll collapse into an incoherent, bumbling heap. I figure that way, there'll be no energy left to even contemplate sex.

I'm gonna scrub the shower walls to within an inch of their life. This one's about channelling energy - moving and re-directing it to other areas that can have a productive end result. I'm gonna spray, scrub, rinse, spray, scrub, rinse, spray, scrub and rinse until I collapse again into an incoherent, bumbling heap.

I'm gonna go out and dance my wee toes off. Moving and swaying to music is almost as good as sex. You can let your imagination run wild and no one ever knows the difference. I did it the other night, had a ball and my girlfriend reckons it's better than sex. At that point, I looked her squarely in the eye and go, you gotta be bloody kidding. Yeah, it's great, yeah, it feels good, but it ain't actually quite as good as being thrown up against a wall in a fit of unrestrained passion now is it?

Who the hell am I kidding? Nothing's going to ease the urge quite like sex is. The part of me that's writing this blog is the part that says rise above it, climb, scrub and dance, and wait for the love of your life. Trouble is, the part of me that needs the human touch right now got up in the middle of writing this blog, made me call an old friend and arranged for him to come over at 11.30 am. Here's to unclimbed mountains and unscrubbed, dirty showers - and real, committed, imitate relationships - wherever and wheveva the hell they are! See ya, I gotta go shave my legs. Juji x