Announcing the Triumphant Return of My Libido

I realised, with some relief the other day, that I wasn't a eunuch.

It took some guidance and persuasion from a certain someone, but after almost a year and a half of higher-higher education sucking the life-blood out of me, it appears I emerged relatively unscathed psychologically and with my lust intact.

It feels, like I'm remembering how to eat. The fact I had to look in a text file to find not only the log-in for this blog but the address probably says as much as I ever could. However it appears all things are as I left them when I locked the door; all that was needed was the faint musk that lingers on the backs of the necks of women, just behind their ears and in the base of their hair.

If I was to hazard a guess I would say that I am currently heavily involved in relishing the 'virtue' side of things with her. As to whether I ever come back to the 'vice' like I used to is yet to be determined, sometimes I feel like I've inherited the memories of some impostor who wore my name and bore my face galavanting around London.

Gods, even typing here feels unfamiliar and awkward, and thoughts come slowly and unformed. If nothing else, take from this that I'm still alive and well.