Chasing Eros

I’m nameless because I don’t know who I am, sexually speaking. I know the desire is there, somewhere, because occasionally it flares, intensely, at an idea, an image. But it never flares for long, and it never flares when I’m with someone. It seems to be all about the mind, for me, and if I can understand the workings of my mind, perhaps I can translate it to the body.

So I’m chasing the clues that present themselves; the unexpected responses; the things that intrigue. I’m chasing that flighty bastard, Eros.

This blog is an attempt to figure out the cryptic crossword that is my sexuality.