Oh, not for ever, not even for very long. For a month, that’s all, Probably some people would even question the point of doing it, and if they questioned me about it, I really couldn’t tell anyone why I’m doing this, except that it feels like the right thing to do, for me, at this moment in time.
The realisation that I wanted to do this was brought on by reading this piece about what many people’s sex lives look like now, and you no what, the woman is right. I’ve spent so long looking at sex, getting turned on by moving pretty people on my computer screen, that I feel like I’ve lost touch with my own sexuality, with what really turns me on.
And the same thing, to an extent, applies to my sex toys: I’ve got stuff in my toy drawer that would put a pneumatic drill to shame, and when you have that in your erotic arsenal, it seems like it doesn’t even matter if you get that turned on. You will cum eventually, through pure biological imperative. I think it’s a self-protective mechanism, personally, a little SOS from the clit – a “quick, brain, send out orgasm signals before I’m worn down to a nub” kind of thing.
So, yeah, that’s my resolution for the month – no porn, no dildos, no vibrators, or any other form of toy. It’s like one of those juice detox things, but for my vagina.
Hopefully, at the end of it, I’ll have reconnected to what gets me going, and my body will be as raring to go as it’s ever been.