What the fuck?
I'm torn between complete contempt, and....honestly, wondering if this is kind of on to something.
Eh, grouping together sex, alcohol, drugs, processed food and caffeine is sort of annoying. Not necessarily inaccurate, just mildly irritating. In my bluestockings-bent mindset, sex isn't supposed to be consumptive, not in the way one can buy a bottle of beer or smoke a cigarette.
On a historic note, it has its roots as a creative activity.
In modernity, however, we're raised to see sex as an addictive, consumptive term- and if that's the experience, whatever-the-fuck-is-'natural' is boot. I'm inclined to say that if sex makes you a jealous, unproductive, craving monster, that's a conceptual problem. It will not be solved by removing toxins from your liver.
"Abstaining" from a person- not even an activity, but a person- implies seeing them as inherently consumptive. Taking the viewpoint that being your sexual partners is functionary, or servicing, is inherently obnoxious. Extremely obnoxious. That's not judgmental; everyone, including, embarrassingly, me, can and has taken this viewpoint. The intellectual free-willers we all try to be....commoditized sex is a lot to take head on.... I'm not changing that sentence, though now I've read it twice.
In a completely (I swear! On my honor, I swear!) totally unrelated note, I'm checking out detox in general. Juice can't hurt and I need to do something drastic if I plan to live past twenty-two, I suspect. Apart from inane amounts of running and strangely reasonable quantities of sleep, my body is still totally fucked up.
Actually, wait- may I brag? I quit smoking. Yeah, thanks, buy me a pony.
I mean, give me some credit, I've gone from twenty a day till....Friday? 4 Saturday? 2.5 Sunday? 1.75.
Oh, and I've been drinking and refilling the magic water.
Yesterday, I went to a deli at 7:30 to buy a pack. Conditionally at the time, I knew I probably "shouldn't" go on such a long and lonely venture (previous experience, kids), so I kept saying "I trust myself, I trust myself, I trust myself" the whole way under my breath. I was uptown, and they were all $9.75. Ew. So I bought jasmine-vanilla scented water instead, a $2.00 treat. I was born to kill my money, ok?
And what happened? Only the most magical morning ever. Well, peace.