Feeling horny?
I am. I’m actually quite happy and content and wanting a roll in the hay as much as ever.
But others are feeling about as sexual as a grocery store cart with a used tissue in it, and I understand. I think stress has had that effect on me, too. But for me, it’s usually relationship stress–not global pandemic stress.
I’m afraid I’m going to die, sure. Last night, I texted my kids’ dad at midnight to give him the name of my life insurance agent.
But if I’m going to live like I’m dying–without endangering the people I love as well as the rest of the world–well, what does that mean if not doing the one thing that says I’m alive and you’re alive and our bodies work and this feels good and damn, you’re a fantastic example of humanity?