What happened?

Right now I'm working on a post for Jewcy, this website about...wait for it!...Jews. Cause I'm one.

Anyway, I'm deep into it, it's all about porn and why there aren't more Jewish chicks who do it and whether that's a result of Jewish chicks being repressed or porn people not liking the Jewish aesthetic. So I'm pretty deep in it, and I have to admit that my mind is swimming in circles.

And then I realized -- what HAPPENED? Writing used to be fun. Writing about sex used to be fun. When, and WHY, did it get so serious? Do I even like writing serious, thoughtful articles about why the fuck organized religion is so repressive? Or do I kinda not care? I miss the days that I came home from work at 2:30 a.m., bruised and battered and yet all I wanted to do was explode all over my keyboard with the events of the evening. Somehow my writing has become distilled, stilted, not loving, not part of my body anymore but some chopped off, wooden, stiff part of my mind. I miss the days when my heart was involved.