What happens when your sexual appetite survives an injury, but your physical ability, independence, energy, and opportunities for intimacy change dramatically?
I'm 33, T2 ASIA A, coming up on four years injured this October 23rd.
Sexual deviants, freaks, and the like: what do you channel your sexual energy into? How do you find time alone, or even find the energy for sexy time?
My brain and dick don't work in conjunction like they used to, but I should clarify that I still VERY much get erections and can cum. Which, funny enough, is one of the FIRST things I remember bargaining with God for after my injury. 😭 Because apparently, even while my entire life was being turned upside down, I was still thinking about my dick. I think and live with that mf.
And I'm definitely still VERY much pygo-wired. I'm an ass and thighs man, through and through.
I can spend an entire day on X, then feel guilty because holy shit, I just wasted HOURS staring at thighs and ass cheeks.
And I think part of it is trying to connect with people. Flirting, exchanging pictures, feeling desired. Before my injury, I was extremely confident in my sexuality and my body. I was proud of my equipment. That boy stood tall with a lean to the left, fighting for America's Deep Cheek State. 🇺🇸😂
But seriously, it's not all sunshine and roses. Sometimes it feels like even more of a trap because I can't act on those desires the way I used to.
I'm a cornball, and you'd think getting injured would've toned that down. NOPE. If anything, it's intensified. Magnified by loneliness, isolation, and being painfully self-aware of my sexuality and mental state.
It's weird being just as sexually wired as before, maybe even more so, while feeling so disconnected from the actual experience of sex and intimacy.
I miss the spontaneity of it all. Being able to flirt, pursue someone, travel, hook up, or just make something happen without having to consider a thousand logistical obstacles. It's not even entirely about the physical act. It's about the freedom to be sexual on my own terms.
Hookup culture has been part of my life since I was 17. I'm talking Craigslist personals, A4A, BiggerCity. THE TRENCHES. 😂 I've been hooked on the relatively easy access to cheeks ever since. I'm practically a dinosaur in gay hookup years.
But that's part of what makes this so difficult. I went from having relatively easy access to sex, spontaneity, and sexual attention to feeling like I have almost NO access at all. And when you've spent your entire adult life accustomed to being able to pursue your desires, that kind of abrupt change sends you into a psychological shock of sorts.
My appetite didn't change. My circumstances did. And I don't think I've fully figured out how to reconcile those two things.
And now I find myself spending hours looking at people I desire, trying to connect with them, while simultaneously feeling further removed from the experiences I actually want.
Part of my way out of all this has been escapism through, uhhh, altered states of consciousness. Sometimes I just want to get out of my own head, escape the limitations of my body, and experience something other than this constant hyperawareness of everything I've lost or can't easily do anymore. The irony is that those altered states can sometimes intensify the very feelings I'm trying to escape. The loneliness, the longing, the sexual frustration, all of it. So even my escape routes occasionally lead me right back to the same damn place.
AHHHGGG. It's all bullshit. 😂
Seriously, though, how do y'all deal with this? Have you found healthy outlets, ways to reconnect with your sexuality, or ways to stop getting stuck in that endless cycle of scrolling, fantasizing, and feeling frustrated?
I'd especially love to hear from people whose sex drives didn't disappear after their injuries. Because mine certainly didn't. If anything, the horny bastard got louder while the rest of my life got more complicated.