Creep.

October 6th, 2008

Is it weird to be turned on by the idea that David Duchovny is a sex addict?

I asked him what that makes me, knowing that, and he didn’t seem to think it was all that strange to be affected by it. So why do I feel like a geeky stormchaser on tornado night - amped up over something, a force of nature gone awry, that’s capable of causing someone else harm?

I know there must be considerable suffering in Duchovny’s life, for him and the people around him, but I can’t help it: the idea of anyone being that unfailingly needy for sexual contact makes me a little dizzy.

3 Responses to “Creep.”

  1. fnc Says:

    “being that unfailingly needy for sexual contact”

    I believe it can work on a couple of levels. There’s just wanting to have lots of orgasms because they feel good. Not unlike a junkie looking for a fix, needing the way the little death feels. On another level, however, just knowing that we can have sex is a kind of biological validation. It can feel like a confirmation of our place in the primal scheme of things, proof that we function and belong in the world. Not that that justifies indulging the appetite without bounds, but I think lots of guys don’t necessarily want to have lots of sex, but wouldn’t mind knowing we ~could~ have lots of sex if we were assured it wouldn’t bring our world crashing down. Whether or not that really gets at what makes a sex addict tick, I can’t really say.

  2. T Says:

    As you and I have discussed, it really is that moment of complete “overtake” by need that interests me most. Sexual addiction just adds another dimension to that neurology (and from a very carnal perspective, it’s sexy).

  3. W Says:

    It made me want him even more and I am officially jealous of his wife.

    And I don’t get jealous of anything.

    I just hope it wasn’t a case of him being a regular hot-blooded male and her deciding there was something wrong with that.

    Just sayin’

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