Today I did some more thinking about the pregnancy issue.
I was wrong when I said that maybe it’s just something to do with some unresolved emotional issues. After reviewing some photos of Megan Fox and Leighton Meester when they were very pregnant, it’s obvious that pregnant women are just profoundly unsexual to me. To be frank, the pictures looked gross.
Not saying that pregnancy isn’t a wonderful thing, of course. It is. But it does kill my fantasies dead faster than literally anything else I can think of. And motherhood doesn’t do it for me, either. I won’t bother to list the obvious reasons why.
So, that settles that. Permanently.
The insight that I had in my previous essay was interesting, though. Maybe I am running away from something deep in myself when I completely excommunicate my old exes. I’ll bet so, and I’m glad I stumbled upon that thought. I’ll think about that further, on my own, as the years go by.