Figure me out, Freud.

I still think about my clients right before my big moment. Particularly the image of their huge stretched out beer belly, protruding out from their over priced, wrinkly dress shirt and their pink thumb sized little cock which can barely be seen beneath all the fat and ungroomed hair. It's this image that pushes me over the edge. Even when I'm with my partner. It used to make me feel dirty, but now I simply embrace it with awkward confusion.