If you are like me, with that special blend of poor self-image, lack of boundaries and compulsive tendencies, and you discover a fountain of neverending anonymous sex partners like Craigslist Casual Encounters, you will stop wanting to do anything else ever again.
And the stuff you will stop doing will include things like going to class, leaving your dorm room and “showering,” except right before somebody comes over to soullessly bang your head against the bottom of your roommate’s top bunk. You will spend hours virtually cruising in a trancelike state, refreshing and responding until you realize a whole day has passed in which you’ve accomplished nothing but again reinforcing the knowledge that there are men in this world who would like to have sex with you. You will develop an obsessive need to prove that last point to yourself again and again, with an ever-refreshing cast of characters.„
Very frank personal essay on sex addiction by Emily McCombs, xoJane