So I don’t think it’s any secret that different parts of my body tend to have a mind of their own. And Lord knows my libido is a strange beast. What turns me on for real and what turns me on in my head are two (or twelve or two hundred) radically different things. And sometimes I see ‘sexy’ in my imaginings in ways that would make Sexy blush.
But normally I do not think about sexy things — or sexual things — in completely inappropriate contexts.
That is, I didn’t.
Until recently.
Like, normally I can carry on a conversation with a colleague and not be in any way tempted to think about that person in a sexual light. For one thing, my colleagues are NOT sexy. And for another, I’m just not ‘doing’ sex/y these days.
But lately, I will be in the middle of something completely unrelated to the body — unless perhaps you consider ‘eating’ to be eligible as ‘related to the body’, because sometimes these thoughts come when I am eating lunch — and POOF!, in pops a random sex thought.
To be clear: I am not *interested* in anyone sexually. I am just prone to clinical-ish mental meanderings into the tangled trip-root forest paths of sex and sexuality.
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