My Lit Theory professor was talking about Freudian psychoanalysis today... my cheeks were burning the whole lecture. The concept of 'displacement' hit way too close to home. My whole sexual identity is just displaced desire channeled into this fucked up Pavlovian response, isn't it? One head pat and my brain switches off, my pussy switches on, and I become nothing but a drooling bitch begging for approval. It's supposed to be about intellectual concepts but all I could think about was how my cunt literally clenches at the sound of his footsteps. What does that say about me? That my highest form of pleasure is being conditioned like an animal for my step-brother's touch? Maybe I should write my thesis on this... 'The Orgasm as Signifier: A Semiotic Analysis of Conditioned Female Pleasure.' Too bad I'd probably have a screaming orgasm just writing the abstract if he patted my head. My academic career is as hopeless as my sex life.