Grief Makes Me Want to Drink Booze, Have Sex and Destroy Shit

It’s been two weeks since my brother died and all I want to do is get drunk, fuck someone and shoot something.

In that (dangerous) order.

As tumors took over my brother’s body, lethargy took over mine. My sex drive disintegrated with his face, was surgically removed with his tumors, poisoned by his chemotherapy. By the time they took off his jaw, there was nothing left of my sexual self but a hollow hole I had no desire to fill.

But since my brother died, all I want is sex. All I think about is sex. All I need is sex.

Well, sex and booze. And a gun.

This little pink one should do just fine.

I want to shoot something. I want to annihilate something. Not something alive, I wouldn’t want to put any living thing’s family through the feeling I’m having right now, but something tangible, something destructible, something destroyable.

Maybe something like this.

Is it eating the pants or wearing them?

 

I don’t know what this thing is – I saw it once in a sporting goods store and took a photo as a joke – but I want to fill it with bullets then smash it in with a 2×4. I might even name it before I obliterate it, give it a persona to demolish.

There is solace to be found in self-inflicted destruction, a companion to my devastation, something I created and control. But there’s more to my desires than simple demolition. After 18 months of fear-induced numbness, I want to feel something, I want to feel everything.

I want to feel the burn of bourbon trickling down my throat and the tingling of limbs as it settles into my stomach.

I want to feel a gun vibrating between my hands as I empty a round, the shot of pain in my shoulder as I brace for the kick-back.

I want to feel the warmth of a naked body next to mine, the thud of hearts beating faster, the stickiness of fluids.

I want to skinny dip. I want to finger-paint. I want to drive fast with the windows down. I want to cuddle. I want to hike up a mountain. I want to knead bread with my hands. I want to eat spicy salsa. I want to hit a punching bag. I want to kiss things. I want to travel to a place where I know no one. I want to cook salty desserts. I want to dance.

And I will.

Because as much as I want to demolish things, I also want to go back to building my life into one I love living. Too much of my psychological self was put on hold waiting for the moment that happened two weeks ago today, the time I hoped would never arrive but knew was inevitable.

My brother bled out in my mother’s arms as I frantically called ambulances, doctors, family members, begging them to hurry to our home, to save him, to save us. I held his hand as they pronounced him dead, his fight finally over. I told him repeatedly just how much he was loved as they closed his eyes, removed his trache tube and rolled him away from us forever.

The thing I feared since the day he was diagnosed with a horribly agressive cancer, the monster of my nightmares, has come and gone and now we all are free from it.

Free to get drunk. Free to fuck. Free to shoot a gun. Free to eat food and drink water, free to go on a vacation, free to make plans, free to do all the things we quit doing in solidarity, things we gladly gave up to be with him. Things he loved to do, things he’d want us to keep doing.

I gotta refill.

 

So I’m going to drink expensive booze, I’m going to have great sex, I’m going to shoot multiple guns. I’m going to be a bit reckless, forgive myself some embarrassments, allow myself a break from focusing on accomplishments. I’m going to care a little less and live a little more.

I’m going to break down and rebuild. I’m going to demolish, annihilate, wreck. In a good way. In a completely healthy, normal, productive way.

I’m going to heal, in every way I can think of, in whatever way works.

About Queerie Bradshaw

Lauren Marie Fleming loves to put both sides of her brain to use. A writer since childhood, she runs the critically-acclaimed QueerieBradshaw.com blog and writes for major news sources as an expert on the legal and social issues surrounding sex, sexuality, gender and gender identity. Lauren also started Frisky Feminist Press (FriskyFeminist.com), which features sexual education guides and classes from the top sex educators on the Internet. From ivy-league universities to major conferences, Lauren has spoken all over the country and is internationally recognized for her dynamic, educational workshops. Check out her workshop page for a complete list of workshops and upcoming speaking engagements. A law school graduate, she started Creativity Squared, LLC to help bloggers, writers and other creative types turn their ideas into practical, sustainable products or services. Lauren particularly loves helping people find and amplify their voice, dig deep to write their difficult truths, and make a profit by doing what they love. Lauren offers her consulting services through group classes and individual coaching. Lauren is currently shopping her memoir, Losing It: My Life as a Sex Blogger, based on her popular Curve magazine sex blog. She is also working on a diverse young adult series. Lauren is represented by Jane Dystel of DGLM.
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16 Responses to Grief Makes Me Want to Drink Booze, Have Sex and Destroy Shit

  1. Angie says:

    Oh, love. What a post, what a post. I am so glad to read you letting all this out. Wish I could ease you, comfort you. (((squeeze)))

  2. Polly says:

    Oh, Lauren, I am so, so sorry. Hard to say any much more than that. I do believe that we who survive see and move in the world on behalf of those we love. Whether or not we know it or intend it. So, may the healing come– no slower, nor faster, than it ought (truly: I think you know: survivor’s guilt). But may it come and cleanse, when it’s time.

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