LOL, well you can thank one of my babysitters

for teaching me about self pennytrayshun.     She used to fuck herself with one of the cylinder building blocks that we played with .....  she'd sit on the chair with her legs spread open.....   and just do it like it was no big deal.  I was probably 4 years old at the time.  That kind of image really stays with a kid.    

geez, I don't even think she sanitized the dang thing afterwards....     Not that a 4 year old would Know about something like that.  lol.  

Doc Freud, why is that one of my only memories under the age of 5??

Could THAT be why I like sex so much?

I will play along even though you died before the DSM was first publish...

I not sure but I think I land 302.89, Frotteurism. I think it happen because my stuffed animals used to watch me change at night. That combined with a lack of love from my cats has lead me to recklessly push my pelvis into things.

Well It all started with sex ed in middle school. That is where I learned what erections were for and enough curious girls to let me experiment...

Sigmund, you're full of it!

You know you couldn't care less about what providers think... or any woman for that matter!  Oh, you might humor them with some couch time and some of your outdated psycho-babble, but in the end you'll tell all those ladies that they are destined to be housewives.  You'd label any woman who wants a career of any kind, including that of a provider, as neurotic.  

We can trust you... yeah, right!

I wouldn't even know where to start

I really need some help. A regular psychiatrist couldn't even help me. I need to go to, like, Vienna or something. You know what I mean? I need to get involved at the university level, like where Freud studied, and have all those people looking at me and checking up on me. That's the kind of help I need. Not the once-a-week for eighty bucks, no. I need a team. A team of psychiatrists working around the clock, thinking about me, having conferences, observing me like the way they did with the elephant man

When I asked why, he said, "Because I'm trying to examine you."

I'm of the persuasion that at least some of us have it in our genes or in our blood.

I never heard of the concept of sex workers until I was 12 years old and overheard the word "whore" in an adult conversation.  Asked my dad what it meant, and he explained.  Even at that age, it felt like finding a lost piece of a puzzle.  Knew that's what I wanted to do as soon as I could -- and did, three years later.