Sometimes I have weird feelings of semi-guilt for having slept with so many people. Then I have a weekend where I get to be in one place with five of my lovers at a time. (Two women, three men–for most of the day it was two women and two men at a time that were mine. One lover only dropped by in the middle.)

I pick good people. I really do. They are hard working, decent, honest people. They are weird, sure, but so am I.

I really value the people who have been my lovers. They have given me part of their soul. Just like I have given them part of my soul. I feel very lucky.

It is really hard to not show them how much I love and miss them. But now I’m keeping my hands to myself. I did give hugs and positive words.

I miss all of my lovers. I fucked them for a reason. I fucked them because I wanted to crawl inside them and see how they worked. I like what I found.