OK, I'll start.

As I've said before, I'm pretty virginal lately. NOT by choice. It sucks really...unless, of course, I look at my past & the men I've been with. Looking at it THAT way, I should cheer - whoo whoooot!! I'm SINGLE!! NO SHIT-THAT-COMES-WITH-MEN!!! NO SEX!! Wait. Stop. No sex?? I love sex, I love intimancy (??)...I. LOVE. HUGS. Hugs make me feel safe. Life will be OK if I get a hug that tells me it's so. no.matter.what.

My last boyfriend was all right. We still talk. I just decided it wasn't going to work because 1.) I didn't want to be his mother. 2.) I didn't want to be his therapist. 3.) His porn collection beat any porn store's. ANYWHERE. (Some is fine, but really - trust me on this) 4.) HE.WAS.A.PIG. Had something against showering every day (which I found out after the "newness" wore off), and OMG - his house. (long distance, so this took time to find out) Truly, I should have taken pictures. But when I get lonely (not often, but it happens), & start wondering if you CAN, TRULY, become a VIRGIN ALL OVER AGAIN.......I think of him. And after I think about the S_X (you know, the stuff that makes you a NON-virgin).....I realize one of my best memories of him was standing in line at a cafe....late Saturday morning....I was leaning back into him, he had his arms on my shoulders, leaning into me, his head leaning on mine. Not saying a word - either of us. Comfort. Totally. THAT'S what I've come to miss the most. Batteries & all the toys in the world won't give you that..........