Geezis, I hate this. I have two reviews for SugarClick due this week, before tomorrow. I've been sitting around for two days now, always about to start writing the first one, and always unable to do anything that I either want to do or should do because, goddammit, I'm going to start writing, really I am, in five minutes. I have e-mails to write and I should fucking well be writing up cover letters to try and get some fucking work before my unemployment finally runs out. But this is just preying on my mind, driving me crazy.
Part of the problem is that I just loathe one of these sites more than words can say. It's the rantings of a career womanizer, dripping with misogyny. It's supposed to be his journal for sex-addiction therapy, but it lacks the insight or remorse that you would hope for from someone who's seeking a solution to behavior that he admits is self-destructive. There's lots of self-loathing, but that's not the same thing.
In short, I feel unclean just reading this crap. It leaves a bad taste in my mouth. There is nothing sex-positive about it, nor for that matter anything positive about it. And I think that I've been fidgeting around because I really, really don't want to deal with it. I've been peering deep into the guy's blog to avoid judging him too harshly, but I still can't find anything that makes me feel any kind of empathy for him. It's an ugly little blog, and I guess I'm going to have to deal with it eventually.
Back to the grindstone.