Memories of Sex Addiction

Who are we if not slaves to our addictions? In the annals of definitions, we are often what we are at our worst. Which is the world's way of prioritising simply - and slotting conveniently. But much worse than our ruthless judgement is what we do with our own judgements about ourselves.

 

Within the tumult of being a sex addict or an alcoholic or being bulimic, there are those despairing battles where we fight our worst indulgences, and heartbreakingly, lose, and lose again, till we stop even putting up a fight.

 

And to live in the shadow of this continuous defeat is to realize how much of a lie we live in, and how everything dwarfs, even in our mind and soul, in front of this assault of unrelenting indulgence.

 

And after a while there's no place to hide - from the world or ourselves.

 

If you liked this poem, consider listening to these other poems on sex as life  - 

• Her Breasts as Shelter
• Such are Such Days (or the days I make love to her)
• Finding Souls Between Their Legs

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The details of the music used in this episode are as follows -

Sleepers by Sascha Ende
Free download: https://filmmusic.io/song/3232-sleepers
License (CC BY 4.0): https://filmmusic.io/standard-license