Of course floundering is to be expected and it's okay. I'm still hanging in there, doing the things that I have to to keep going, and making an effort to work through the blocks and my disgust at my own work. Other people like a lot of it, but they don't have the same standards as I do or as much riding on it. What I really need is an objective voice to rip me to shreds and force me to fix the problems. No mercy.
The whole no porn thing is working reasonably well. I sort of broke the vow when I showed (and then gave) some to Matt, but that was about him, not me. I don't like watching porn with other guys, never have, probably never will. On the other hand, sex has been on my mind much less, and I've felt a little better emotionally. It was a good choice. The throwing away will probably commence shortly.
It's getting hot in NYC. My mom said I should buy an air conditioner but I don't really want to. I somewhat like dealing with the heat. I'm less fat than I was and it doesn't feel unbearable to me. There's something, nice, about sitting around with sweat pouring into every crevace of your body, your shirt clinging to you, and the only relief coming from crisp, cold water. Maybe I'm just weird. Not maybe.
Man I hate those BP advertisements that say "We're horrible, but we're very self-aware about it." What kind of an ad is that? It's this new "Therapy" culture of ours where confession equals absolution. That's bullshit. If you know that you're a horrible company that's destroying our society then DO something about it. None of this "It's a start" bullshit. I raped you, but I drove you home afterwards...it's a start?