We are having a really tough time right now. Oh, not with each other so much, but life is fucking with us both big time. We are both going through a depression; I truly think that we are so cosmically in sync that when one of us is doing poorly, the other one is as well. I think it actually began with Zack, and I unwittingly made it worse. It began with me one day when I was suddenly struck with a huge sense of foreboding- that there was something terribly wrong with Zack. Of course, me being me, I kept at him about "what was going on" which stressed him even more.
I can go into great detail but I won't. Its enough to say we are both experiencing a significant depression right now. Neither of our lives are going as we would like and it's bringing us down. We saw each other briefly last evening, and it surprised me to find that I had no emotional reserve, to learn that I didnt have the emotional strength to be there for him, to even spend time with him.
What I did discover is that I desperately need to fuck him. I don't need a bunch of time, I don't need talk, I just need unadulterated fucking. Just like people do after a death, I need this now - need the physicality of the act to confirm that I, and Zack, are indeed still alive. I think Zack would benefit as well, although he feels he doesn't have the time or energy of it. I think 15 min in the backseat of the fuckmobile would work wonders.
