It's easy to look at a famous actor or athlete crying "sex addiction" and think, "Gee, what is this horrible disease that's causing him to have sex with so many beautiful women, and how can I catch it?" But for a regular person with those compulsive urges, having sex is less like enjoying a glass of fine Scotch and more like rushing to a convenience store at 3 a.m. to dump armloads of MD 20/20 into your cart. It's only pleasurable in the sense that it's pleasurable to scratch an angry rash. "I can't think of a way to describe how incredibly powerful this urge is," Oliver says. "It's not like how normal teenagers think about sex; it's an overpowering 'I don't think I can function without doing this.' Drug addicts talk about this a lot. 'What's the thing that could lead you to screw over your mother?' That's what it's like."
The gist of which you bottle up instead of exposing yourself to the worst pillow talk of all time.
So after losing his virginity to a prostitute, "because I couldn't fucking stop it," he "started going out and having sex with anyone who would sleep with me -- which, when you're 15, is not a great idea. So what I would do is end up sleeping with a lot of older men." Did we mention he didn't identify as gay at the time? "I didn't want to. I could feel it shrieking in my head, 'I DON'T WANT TO DO THIS,' but it was almost like a dissociative state ... I was 21 before I said 'No' to someone I didn't want to sleep with."