Another Sex Blog

I go through periods of time where I am super super horny. I’m in experiencing one of those phases now, which is probably what has inspired me to actually start this blog. It’s very distracting.

Whenever I hear about “sex addiction,” I’ve thought “oh, come on!” I mean, really, does everything have to be an addiction nowadays? Just because someone really likes sex and/or spends a lot of time thinking about it or having it, that means they have an addiction? But in the past week or so, I’ve been wondering. What if there are people who are experiencing what I’m going through temporarily all the time? It’s been a few years since I last had one of these episodes. I forgot how consuming it can be.

I have no idea what brings these super-charged-libido times on. I figure it must be something hormonal. About 2 months ago I quit smoking with the help of bupropion (aka Wellbutrin or Zyban). I’ve also been taking the antidepressant Effexor for the last 10 years. (Wow! It’s been that long?) Most antidepressants have the side-effect of dampening one’s sex drive. Actually, the first antidepressant I was prescribed — can’t remember which one — had me not losing my sex drive but making me unable to reach orgasm. Not a good situation. Anyway. Effexor, I think, did dampen my sex drive some, but I didn’t lose it all together and I could still come when I was turned on. Bupropion, on the other hand, is often prescribed for people who lose their sex drive with other antidepressants since it’s not supposed to have that side effect.

When I did some research (I have access to a medical library) on bupropion, I found that with bupropion the “Libido effect” is “increased.” So, is that’s what’s causing this sex mania? Did it just undo what Effexor had done? Or is it even more increased over my pre-antidepressant days?

I have to say that, for now, I’m enjoying it.

[an hour later]

Maybe not. I’m seriously considering going into the bathroom to get off. Just to relieve the tension that’s unrelenting. I’ve fantasized in the past about telling someone that I did this, even though I never really did. Weird that now I may really have to do what I fantasized about making up…