Confessions of a Sex Fiend

I’ve decided that for one moment I’m going to cut off all of the motivational/spiritual topics that I usually write about, and write about something real. In this article I would like to discuss something that practically everyone on this campus can relate to…SEX!
First off, I would like to confess that I “LaKeisha Lavon-Kelle Hughes” am what you would call a “Sex Fiend”. I crave sex everyday all day. Usually, if I’m not talking about having sex, I’m thinking about having sex, and if I’m not doing any one of those two more than likely, I’m having sex. And those of you who know me personally know that this is true.
Now don’t get me wrong, I can hold an intelligent conversation and can get my work done in the midst of all of my sexual emotions. You may be wondering why I am writing all of this, well it’s because I know that I’m not the only one like this.
A lot of males will put their sexual thoughts out into the forefront because it is naturally assumed that men are all about sex. However, a lot of women hide behind society’s assumption of men, and put on the façade that they are innocent. Well I would like put to give all the men a heads up and tell them that all of us women aren’t as naive as we look or seem to be. Some of us of us want that “good work” as bad as you do, if not even more.
In today’s society sex is an everyday topic amongst today’s college students, hell; it’s an everyday topic amongst most people around the world. It’s displayed and talked about in the media, movies, clothing, music, even church, it’s everywhere around us, and it cannot and will not be ignored. Because even if you try to hold out and fight it’s temptation eventually you will fall, whether by interlocking yourself with another person or merely touching yourself to fulfilling the urge.
When I was fifteen my mom told me that I wouldn’t be able to date until I was eighteen. I thought that this rule was ridiculous because by the age of fifteen I was eager to date. And though I am currently a lesbian, I asked my mom if it would be possible for me to date my pastor’s son. She broke her rule in that case, because she was in love with the pastor’s son and so at the age of fifteen I started dating.
For a year my boyfriend and I dated without only going further than making out. This disappointed me because my young vivacious sixteen year old body was ready to have the so-called “huge bulge” that every adolescent boy at my high school bragged about, inside of me. But my boyfriend would not give it up, because he believed that because he was my pastor’s son God would punish him, because he knew better and I would get pregnant on the first time.
I was furious and thought that he was an idiot for thinking this, but I didn’t want to ruin his ego, breakup with him and go have sex with another guy. So I did the next best thing, I had sex with a woman.
Shortly, after my first sexual experience I left my boyfriend because his lack of sex drive did not suffice. Not only did I disappoint my mother when I dumped him, but she wanted to kill me when she found out that I not only had a girlfriend but was having sex with her.
It wasn’t until my freshman year of college when I was away from my mother’s rules and boundaries, that I found my sexual drive increase. It rose to the point where I felt like I could not control myself. Occasionally, I found myself riding the Greyhound bus from Grambling to random states like Jacksonville, Fla. just to meet up with someone to strictly have sex, and then from Jacksonville I flew to Los Angeles to have sex with my girlfriend (my first sexual partner) during spring break, and after spring break I headed back to Grambling to have sex with random persons.
After freshman year I went back to California, and told my girlfriend that though we had a long distance relationship, I was going to be faithful to only her. And when I arrived to Southern during my sophomore year, I was faithful…for about a month.
I became what people would call a “Hoe,” and I’m not afraid to admit that because I was one, but I didn’t care. It is as if sex had become my form of crack and I needed to get a fix every chance that I could.
I have had sexual encounters with some of you walking on campus today. We have interlocked bodies yet when we see each other we merely glance and act as if nothing ever happened. Yet when I pass you by I always look back in reminisce of intermingled bodies becoming one if only for a few minutes, and eventually my body begins to feel vacant.
There are those of you out there who know how it feels to share yourself with someone who you barely know and vice versus yet still feel connected to them, and have a hint of emptiness inside. This connection comes from the fact that despite your personal understanding of who this person is, you have received this person physically.
Anyways, the truth is that I love having sex too much to just up and quit. Because when it is with the right person, like my girlfriend now, it feels so right.
And the feeling lasts for more than a few minutes, because after your bodies untwine, you’re still high because you’re not just trying to get you and your partner isn’t just trying to get themselves…you’re trying to get each other to that next level. And if you’re in love you don’t mind taking upon your partner’s emotions because you already feel the same way.
I would not ever advise anyone to practice abstinence or have safe sex, because in my eyes it does not exist (even if you used a condom or birth control). Whether physical or emotional, there is always potential to get infected with something.
However, my advice would be… if you’re going to have sex be prepared to receive more than just an orgasm…if even that…
L.E.D. “Love each day”