I'm not interested in your sex life in the least. I'm intrigued by your mental illness. Your unrepentant sin and dementia about it are facinating. Bragging on the internet to people you don't know about your imagined sexual pecadillos is a sign of profound mental illness.
You really, really need help. Please seek it before it's too late.
Tell them up at church about your problem, I think they may be able to steer you to a competent mental health professional.
YOU keep bringing up my sex life not me. I have not bragged about anything. Statements of fact are not bragging. YOU are the one obsessed with my activities or imagined activities.
Since I am a kindhearted gentleman I don't mind allowing a ray of light into your miserable life and I have the chihuahua in case you become even more obsessed with me. Are you leaving Cher alone now?