
Might as well face it your addicted to love
by poobaba
A conversation with a friend yesterday led me to wonder whether as a gay man I was pre disposed to being promiscuous in my youth? I’ve always sort of known I had a bit of an addictive personality and from my posts you’ll know I’ve battle drink and drugs. I’m now currently obsessed with my weight and going to the gym, although the latter is losing its appeal.
Looking back at the phase of my life when I was promiscuous (late teens and 20’s) I suddenly realised that I wasn’t just being a slut for the sake of it, I was actually addicted to that great period in a new relationship when everything is new and exciting and you have sex at least once a day with that new person. I guess it’s called that honeymoon period.
All my young relationships / slutty activity seemed to last anything from a day or week to a month at best. Then I’d get bored when that person was no longer new and exciting or the sex began to dry up. I guess I just put it down to getting bored with them when in reality my craving was not being fulfilled so like any junkie I was on to my next fix.
I’m surprised I even managed to have any long term (more than a month) relationships in my 20’s. Let’s face it most if not all gay relationships are based primarily on sex. And for a good ten years I was a love junkie, so what changed when I hit my late 20’s, why did the cravings stop and the need for a proper relationship start?
Don’t get me wrong I’m not knocking sleeping about, but there does come a point when the relationship revolving doors have to stop and continuity with a regular partner takes over. A fortnight ago G & I made our relationship legal and recognised with a civil partnership. Yes like any couple, after 5 years together we are not bonking the brains out of each other every waking moment of every day.
My cravings have truly disappeared and I now hold sex and love in higher esteem and I’ve learnt that a healthy long term relationship is all about making each other feel special, wanted and loved. Thank god I didn’t need to go to rehab or counselling to solve this problem.
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