Cam and I were fooling around last night. I was having problems, though, as my brain just would Not Stop. At one point there were 4 different tracks going through my head: what I needed to do to be a good bedmate, the Monkees’ song “the last train to clarksville,” what I needed to do at work today and the meta thoughts about how my brain wouldn’t stop.
It happens sometimes, usually when I’m stressed. I hate it. Hate Hate Hate it! I just can’t relax and enjoy things. Foreplay is distracting, not exciting. Of course, the longer it goes on, the more worked up I get and the more worked up I get the more thought threads spawn. Eventually, my brain explodes.
It’s not even like this is related to sex with Cam, I’ve tried masturbating recently and my brain goes through the same cycle. Annoying enough that I just give up, it’s not fun, it’s not exciting and it makes me feel bad.
On the good end, I’m a lot less inclined to give up. This is a good thing. A little vibe, a little fucking and the Monkees faded away.