After a three-week hiatus, I’m back to the sex and intimacy seminar. Why is it that just tryinig to talk about this stuff makes you crazy? It’s not that I can’t talk about it. Last night’s experience was that when I tried to talk about where I was, no one seemed to get it. Instead they tried to fix it. Perhaps I wasn’t clear, but every time I tried to be more clear, I got the same thing.

Even today, people around me seem weird. It’s like they lose their concentration. That’s the nice way to put it. I would say they lost their minds.

So after the seminar, I’m still sitting in seeing what I have done and who I have been with no where to go. I think that is coming, but I don’t like sitting in the mess. My thoughts about sex are so wrapped up in society’s mores. Not that I follow them. But boy are they right in my face. I have a feeling like I am going crazy. Caught in a circle that never stops–like a hamster. I don’t want to be like a hamster. How do I get off?