I’d like to take a moment and harken back to one of my favourite goofy internet videos from 2007.
Obviously, I titled this post off the video. When the idea for this post came into my head, the song popped in there with it so there you have it. A goofy title. Enough about that, let’s get to why you’re really reading this post and possibly this blog: my sexual fantasies.
My Daddy often asks me questions relating to my fantasies. First fantasy, fantasies from the past week, fantasies since we last saw each other, fantasies I’ve not shared with anyone before. I always feel awkward and childlike when faced with these questions. What ARE my fantasies? I’ve come to the conclusion that I don’t fantasize the way others do.
This isn’t to say I don’t have a sense of imagination. I’m a creative type- an artist by hobby and trade. I just don’t seem to create the elaborate scenarios which others do which have come to be known as fantasies. I think of independent acts or items by themselves. I may focus on a sensation, or a feeling I wish to have. Primarily I re-live that which I’ve experienced already. I re-live the sensation of hot wax dripping onto my skin. I re-live the feeling of anxiety and disorientation from being blindfolded. What I don’t do is play a movie out in my head of how a scene may go, or even replay a scene I’ve done. I also don’t mentally live out that which I haven’t experienced. I’ll think about it, posit what it might be like, and reason it through, but live it out? Not happening.
So, everyone else has more sexual fantasies than me. I guess I’m ok with that. I’m still creating fodder for my mind to re-live, and that’s the important part right?