Let's talk about sex.

Yeah, right. That’s what I’m going to write about tonight.

Heh.

Occasionally, though, I like to read about sex. Find out what other people are up to. Who knows, maybe I’ll learn something, I tell myself.

What I learn, usually, is that a heck of a lot of people out there are having sex, in ways I could never imagine ... or at least in ways I could never have imagined before stumbling upon various Web sites.

And I’m not even talking about those sites that can randomly appear when you innocently type in some mundane-sounding link, either; I’m talking about sites that are devoted to writing about sex.

Blogs of a different nature.

Erotica, some might say — of which I will admit I am a fan, as long as it is original and well-written and ... well, hot.

: )

I wonder, sometimes, what my dreams mean. Or if they mean anything.

The other night )last night?) I had a dream that I was “with” a female acquaintance of mine. Not “with” as in “having sex,” but as in “together.” Like, we were going to be MARRIED! (“Meddied??!” “MEDDIED!!!”) And this woman was not a particularly attractive woman, but when we were together, she had this odd sort of “being in love” glow ... but then I found out that she had decided that once we were married, we were going to be moving away, and my boss informed me that June 29 (or maybe it was July 29) was going to be my last day, and all of a sudden I was like, “No, that is not going to be my last day, and I am not moving away!” And I realized, all at once, that I was most definitely not in love with this woman.

And she was devastated, but ... there was just no way I could agree to any of this.

Sometimes — at the risk of heading into TMI Land — I have sexual dreams. Many times — in fact, most times — they involve sex with a man.

Which only makes me wonder: Do heterosexual-identified people (for want of a better term?) ever dream about having sex with someone of the same sex/gender? Do other homosexuals also dream of having sex with someone of the opposite sex/gender?

Is it possible that I am queerer than I originally thought?

: )

On another tangent: My stomach aches. Not so much an ache as a twinge. PLEASE say it is NOT the flu ... unless it is that really fast-acting flu that would last just long enough to get me out of work for a day.

: )