“Love, you’re humping my forehead”.

“Yes, I am. Sometimes that needs to happen.”

I was picking up my socks, bending over in a way that placed my head directly in front of her crotch. Apparently head-humping needed to happen. The day moved on…
On my coffee table right now are four porns I’m to review for work. On my nightstand, a book of erotica for the same purpose. In my Ikea-made-locker, bunches of sex toys stand erect, waiting for me to sit on them. And what am I going to do today, my day off? Clean the shower, maybe bake something. Review the porn, yes, but probably while I’m doing something else, like putting photos in a photo album, or reading through old journals for no reason other than doing so makes me happy.

A guy I was ringing up recently asked: Does looking at all this stuff all day make you bored with sex? Like, it all must get old after a while, right? Nothing must shock you, right?

Wrong. I still love porn, and toys, and dirty stories. I feel like sex has the ability to change and grow and develop layers upon layers of opportunity for wet and orgasm. Boring? Hardly. But I do think that doing the same thing every day, every time, could get boring. That makes sense.

But we are not the same people every day. Yesterday sucked. I was in a really, really bad mood, and three different people yelled at me (including the guy in front of me in line at the taqueria). Sex yesterday would have been had by a different Jameson than today’s Jameson (who is in a happy, warm mood, still in her pj’s and drinking coffee).

Bad days could make for more aggressive sex, more “throw you down and fuck you” sex. Or they could make for completely the opposite, “just hold me, not hold me down” sex. What’s important to remember is to be honest with yourself, and feel what you’re gonna feel, and not separate who you are that day and in that moment from what you are doing, be it sex or shopping or bleaching the mold in the corner of the shower.

Selling sex toys doesn’t get old because I am a different person each day I go to work, and all of you are different people each time you come in and ask me a question. To be honest, some days I have less patience than I do on other days. I’m human. I’m sure some days you might have less patience for me.

Sex hasn’t gotten old because I work around it all day. It has, however, changed shape, and color and texture. What used to be stimulating might not be anymore. My expectations have changed, as have my priorities, and skills. Now I can multi-task while I watch porn, and I don’t whip out the Hitachi as much as I used to.

And now, after much rambling and writing, I take the dog out, clean the shower, and watch people fuck on tv. Because this what I do, and I love it.

enjoy your day,

enjoy your life.

.jameson.

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