honestly every time i was in a relationship i just felt trapped. and not even at all that way — these were all very openminded, naturally promiscuous, intelligent women with a high level of confidence and emotional independence — but in the way that you (esp men) will often feel obligated to carry on with the persona you initially used to initiate the exchange, to keep the ball rolling so to speak. and this becomes exhausting after a little while, particularly because you begin to miss having more time and energy to engage completely and with undivided attention in other things. the responsibility, in other words, that you owe to the individual becomes somewhat burdensome and slowly over time you become more irritable towards the person for no particular reason that you can put your finger on.
and on the flipside sex really isnt very pleasurable compared to a host of other activities. the euphoric rush of endorphins when exercising, or listening to music, just for example. its just a whole lot of effort for an underwhelming tactile sensation. and when you fall out of love with what is in essence a delusion, this liminal chemical stasis we refer to as such, all of that becomes clear. intercourse is really only relevant in the context of love.. which is just a form of dependency — and quite often, of insanity.
so ill experience the sensation of desire, and regularly. but am well enough acquainted by now with these things to know that there are many other more productive vocations to put time and energy into. and minutes later ive forgotten all about it.