ChapterOne
"The Hookup Experiment"
Posted by Hearts and Thorns
Thursday June 16, 9 P.M.
I'm horny.
There's really no other way to say it.
Sure, there are other terms (I'm fond of randy), but they all make the same point: I desire sexual satisfaction.
My hand isn't enough. My vibrator isn't enough. My fantasies of Chris Evans—
Not enough.
I know. It's beyond strange, diving into my carnal needs here. This is usually a space for messy things. But this is messy.
Sex without love?
That's a first for me.
And this is all medication induced.
My new prescription didn'tjustlift my depression. It left me craving contact too.
I feel my body again.
I feel awake again.
I want again.
Not love or affection.
Sex.
And I know exactly where I can find it.
ChapterTwo
IMOGEN
Okay, I don't knowexactlywhere to find satisfaction. That's a slight exaggeration. Otherwise, my online-journal entry is accurate.
It's a strange hobby, offering my secrets to strangers, but I'm completely addicted to the feeling of throwing my thoughts into the universe. It helps me let my guard down, find clarity, and keep a sense of humor.
Yes, I'm a mess, but I'm here. I'm alive. I'm ready to booty call an available man.
How exactly does that go?
It's been a long, long time since I've craved sex this way. Since I've craved sex at all. My last prescription killed my O.
This one might be worse. I'm way too aware of my need for satisfaction.
My ex-boyfriend is off the table.
An App isn't inviting.