It’s weird, then again it’s not. I’m not a celibacy advocate, in the way some people are, who view it as a type of 'self love' or whatever other label they'd like to attach to it, but I can't deny that I've essentially lived a celibate life for the past two years. It's something I don't write about, something I don't complain about because I think to whine about that makes for unoriginal writing and I can't whine about it because I don't see it as a problem, for myself, not when I keep my finger on that clitoral trigger and that, by and large, is sufficient because I'm currently more interested in orgasmic release rather than entwining my psyche with the psyche of another in the course of my daily life.

-- from: Anastasia's Sexualité

I regret that those who have the ease to talk about their sex life --not to make "porn" (which is fine) but to open the window on another secluded slice of the mystery-- are often labeled or label themselves as "writers of sex", which is so obviously a limitation, and an error, because the mystery is attainable only if we don't separate the parts artificially.
Anyway Anastasia, sometimes is definitively adorable. If I can use the Stendhalian adjective.