Ok, so you can call me ‘Accidental Bouts’ or ‘AB’ for short.

Yes, I find myself sometimes in accidental bouts of celibacy. I do not care for celibacy. Fuck that shit.

Yes, there’s always masturbation…and well of course I do and that’s great. But I like people. I like kissing. I like arms. I like hearing the breathing of another person change in response to my actions…my imagination is pretty good, and I have no problem with amateur porn when my imagination is lazy but for me there’s just not a substitute for anticipation, flirtation, body language, the exchange of looks, foreplay, playfulness, desire and bodies coming together.

So…you know, sex is one component of an active and busy life…but this I guess is about what I do/how I manage when I find myself ‘accidentally’ celibate. I guess I’ll use it to laugh over strange dating experiences, to whinge about random propositions I get (and I do mean random), to discuss the politics of being a woman with a libido and enough desire that if I could find a way to convert it to energy I could disconnect from the electricity grid, to think through ideas of heteronormativity and monogamy and what I think of them, to rant about media representations of gender and sex…and whatever else takes my fancy.