Tuesday: Day Two (and Sexual Haunting)

I’m not well rested today. Mitchell came to bed around three in the morning, and woke me in the process — further dooming me to hours of tossing and turning (and very little sleep) from there on out. I was able to doze a bit once he got up this morning; but sadly, solid rest could not be found. So I gave up the ghost, and got up.

I wasn’t happy about “having” to do Yoga, but I again trudged through. Thankfully, the instructor I follow on YouTube has a very calming, relaxed approach to her practice. No matter how discouraged I feel going in, I always feel better coming out. (Note to self: That means you have now felt better for having practiced Yoga two seemingly dismal mornings in a row.)

I’m a bit sore and stiff, but have sustained no injuries. Therefore, I had little excuse not to go about my new morning routine — shower, brush my teeth, dry my hair, get dressed, and eat some Greek yogurt before all else. (To some, this may seem ridiculous to note as an achievement; but those of you who understand that such activities can be monumental tasks, I count as true members of my tribe.)

After that, I didn’t want to write… but that same annoying, little voice from yesterday said, It takes time to form new habits. Don’t yet give up! I promptly told it to shut the hell up, and grabbed the laptop to play Magic: The Gathering; but instead, have (rather reluctantly) found myself here.

The thing about positive behavior is that it brings about positive reward. Physical activity increases the amount of dopamine in the brain, and helps us to feel empowered.

The problem is that when I feel more empowered, I feel prettier — more sexual. The longing to be desired, and to receive physical confirmation of that desire, increases. And in my house, that quickly leads to arguments. Thus, I have begun to equate feeling better to further frustration.

Don’t misunderstand. I have a good life. I’m married to an intelligent, kind man who possesses a very quick, dry wit. He cares deeply for me, is an excellent cook (a talent I sorely lack), and supports me in my endeavors. He just isn’t interested in sexual expression.

I used to think that this was a part of his personality that had changed over the course of our marriage, and that I was somehow at fault. The better I get at listening to him, though, the more I understand that it’s far more likely I am the one who has changed.

He recently pointed out that I was always the affectionate initiator of our sex life; and that when I got sick, that part of me seemed to slip away. It only returned when I started drinking again; and (duh) he wasn’t/isn’t crazy about who I am when I’m drowning myself in Jameson’s.

This observation prompted me to reevaluate my sex inventory; and the hard fact of the matter is this: I’m not very comfortable initiating sober sex and when I have initiated such activity in the past (usually drunk or high), it’s been about power and manipulation versus love. It’s been about the mood altering effect, not the act itself. In its own way, sex is just a different manifestation of my addiction. And I don’t quite know how to fix that.

Yes, I know the psychology of sexual abuse. I know that when young girls are victimized (especially preceding puberty) their sexual identity gets twisted up and comes out the other side a very elusive and sometimes damaging aspect of their personalities… and yet, the desire to enjoy sex in a healthy way pervades, however subtly, the rest of our lives.

I will never know what my sexuality might have looked like had it been left to blossom in its own time, in a more acceptable way. As it stands, the twisted version of my sexuality that just is infiltrates every fiber of the woman I have become.. and is forever haunting my relationships.

Tuesday Soundtrack: Lady A

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Alessa Moon

Alessa is forty-three years old. She is a sober member of Alcoholics Anonymous, has a veritable alphabet of mental health disorders (which she mostly manages), and is currently studying Social and Behavioral Science at the University of Arizona. She lives with her husband, Mitchell, in Tucson.

9 thoughts on “Tuesday: Day Two (and Sexual Haunting)”

  1. I’ve been branching out in my musical tastes. To me this appears as art emerging out 0f oppression. I like the way they get the approval of the Elders and how they are revered.

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    1. I found that song very relaxing. Thank you for sharing it with me!

      I like the idea that there are poets, musicians, writers, and artists, literally everywhere.

      No matter where you were born, or where you find yourself existing at the moment, you can always find people ruminating on the beauty and simpler meanings that underlie all life.

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  2. Your insight is incredible. Thank you for having the courage to sit with your true feelings without repressing anything and commit it to words. Sex is such an important thing to talk about. I wish I had done that at 43!! So congrats. Your are squarely on the road to radical self-acceptance. They say that Dostoyevsky whom I worshipped for many years and think he was the very best among the psychological novelists of the 19th Century would have been a criminal had he not been able to sublimate his desires through his writing. In other words he took life’s bitter blows and turned them into an exploration of the society in which he lived. Sometimes great art emerges out of great oppression. And sex, doesn’t advertising push it on us every which way we turn?

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    1. Yes! It absolutely does! Mitchell and I have tried to find shows to follow where sex takes a minimal role, and have been hard-pressed to find any! (Nor can I find many books where it’s absent.)

      I do find that when I write, my thoughts become much clearer and my intentions more transparent. I wish I had the same set of skills in elocution, but alas… we all must have weaknesses. 😜

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    1. Right. But that’s not really about sex. That’s about consort Buddhism to reach Enlightenment through union of the Male/Female elements. My mind just didn’t go there from this clip. Sorry.

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