Sex Machine?

Someone very dear to me has brought to my attention that I write a lot about sex. He also winked at me, dirty wink and said since sex was all over my blog, it must be all over my life, my real life. Not so. I am no sex machine. So let's get down to it (pun not intended) and out with the truth. I really do not have to have sex incorporated into my life to thrive. Loads of other things make me thrive, my cats, my music, my Mister, my family, my blog. But then my shrink would classify all of that as sublimation. Maybe he's right, maybe he's wrong. But he's a nice man with a lot of caring power so that's ok because I trust him implicitly. Come to think of it, my shrink is also a sexologist... there goes the sex word again. But I don't want to digress. So sex again it is. And I was saying, that no, I am no sex maniac. Perhaps I was something of the sort in my 20's. But I'm in my mid-30's now and all that has changed. I do not go prowling at night looking for my next kill. I might be typing in here but typing has nothing to do with sex. So why all the sex talk? It's just because I am a self-proclaimed anthropologist and I think that the science of anthropology includes sex. Or else it's because the people I meet are so asexual that I just have to get it from somewhere. Perhaps it is also because I like alternative lifestyles, and with that also comes alternative lifestyle sex. I am quite amused by all the alternatives, and consumed by some. But not consumed by sex. Certainly not. What would the opposite of sex maniac be? A sexless maniac? A sexless non maniac? Why are they called maniacs anyway? They might just have a hobby which they take to heart. I am a shoe maniac, a Chanel maniac, yet somehow those terms are never used. I get called a shoe fanatic, a Chanel fanatic. So why not sex fanatics? If sex is there for all to take, then why do we somehow look down on the people who grab the opportunity with two hands, two feet and a thingy? Sometimes it's good to go on a Carpe Diem diet. And yet I am no sex addict. I am addicted to so many things, a born addictive girl, I think I'm even addicted to addiction. But if someone is beginning to think that I spend a lot of time scrutinising the ceiling, or that my hands and knees are chaffed.... really, they're so wrong. So what is it then? Things works both ways. For me at least they do. So if I don't steer the addicted-to-sex way, do I steer to the not getting any? Hmmm I'm not sure I want to get so naked.. yet. Because that would be a whole new different blog entry. You see, it's not my fault at all if the sex topic is so wide and vast, high and low....