I wouldn’t hesitate.

If I could retain my testosterone and focus without the endless, suffocating, desire to have sex all the time, I would jump at the chance.

So much of my brain is occupied by thoughts of sex, fantasies, scenarios, debates on which famous woman would be better in bed, that it is completely distracting.

I think I’d be able to relate better to women too, if I wasn’t constantly thinking about fucking them. I even size up women I’m not particularly attracted to when I’m bored or my mind’s wandering. I catch myself imagining wild libidinous scenes every time I drift off for a second.

It gets tiresome.