Writer and recovering sex-addict, Benoit Denizet-Lewis recently penned a column in the New York Times, citing anecdotes from his new tell-all book, “America Anonymous: Eight Addicts in Search of a Life” (Simon & Schuster).  His exploits might make your “addiction” to pad thai or Rock Band 2 seem rather trivial:

“Later that night, when it was clear that Mike again wasn’t coming, I called Travis from the grocery store parking lot and drove to his place. “You’re hot!” he blurted out, clearly drunk as he invited me inside, informing me that his boyfriend wouldn’t be back until morning.

His boyfriend? I was in no position to pass judgment, but for some reason this news sparked an unwelcome tidal wave of clarity: I had skipped my friend’s wedding and driven more than two hours to hook up with a drunk stranger who was cheating on his boyfriend. I felt disgusted and ashamed. But I had sex with him anyway.

As I sped home, I wanted to cry. What was happening to me? Why couldn’t I stop chasing sex, no matter the consequences? To make myself feel better, I called Mike. He answered, offered a convoluted excuse involving flat tires and dead cellphone batteries, and then we had phone sex. When we were done, I considered driving my car off a cliff.”

via Modern Love - Facing My Obsession, in the Flesh - NYTimes.com.

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