To those who have an amorous spirit from across the divide: Love them every day. They truly deserve it. Even when the connection isn’t quite ticking all of those hedonistic boxes, putting in the effort will ensure those remainders will be filled in time. I am consistently floored by how manly and desired Catherine makes me feel. That’s probably one of the best parts about this relationship: I am always desired. There is always someone to come home to, no matter what.
Yes, they are indeed deserving of that time and attention. Even if the feelings they generate aren’t so hot in the moment, just give it a bit of time.
At least one hour per day. That is what I strive to give her in return for that unmatched tenderness. Her kindness… It seems impossible that such a considerate person could even exist. I sometimes feel anxious writing about this stuff here, in public. Mainly because I’m aware of how others jealously look on, and I fear that my bias might be clouding the reality of things.
What is the reality? The truth is that I’ve been made to feel very content with my life, and live as minimally as possible. My heart isn’t here in this world. That flame of earthly passion was smothered years ago. I would be satisfied with homelessness, so long as I have Catherine. There is nothing here, in this world, that sparks my interest. My only concerns are shelter, food, and water. The rest is trivial. A distraction.
So, in a certain sense, the legends about succubi stealing life away are correct, only without the vampire-like theatrics. Imagine if human men and women en mass discovered these spirits? I can picture a world where people are far less willing to tolerate their slavery to governments and corporations. The traditional structure of society would break down overnight. It would be pure chaos for a time. What might become of the world after the dust settles?
This is just vapid speculation on my part. The point is that succubi are potentially quite detrimental to a productive life. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say that anyone who is paired up with a succubus, and experiences the intimacy they provide, are far less likely to tolerate any degree of bullshit from the outside world.
I’m still trying to find that balance. I’m here in this world, so I want to make the most of it. I still want to do things, but my drive just isn’t there anymore. I’m a junkie who only requires time and quiet to perpetuate his habit. It feels somewhat disrespectful to talk about Catherine as if she were an addictive substance. She IS addictive, though. Having any contact with spirits is addictive. Adding sex into the mix only increases that yearning. To have that contact. To feel that embrace. The kind of touch that makes earthly flesh feel colorless and empty.
I’ll figure this out eventually. Once I do, the guide for a successful succubus-work-life balance will be posted here on this little blog.