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.