Joy: Diary of a Sex Addict (the month of May)

I am 34 years old, married, self-employed, the resident of a smallish city. If you were to see me on the street, you would not think anything was amiss. I do not have the gaunt, hollow-eyed look one might associate with addiction. My clothes are modest and clean, my shoes are, for the most part, sensible. I read books and go to movies and take public transportation. I eat well and do not overindulge in drink.

In short, I am an average woman with an above-average desire, a desire that sometimes plays out in dangerous ways. I do not expect this diary to cure me. I do not expect it to cure anyone else. My name is Joy, and this is simply my story.