For most of my life, sex was actually something completely removed from everything else. You had all of life, and then there was this deep dark tunnel of scum on the other side of the city called (S-*-X) that you didn’t mention except for spelling it out. And now that I’m grown, so many circles are still that way. Sex isn’t mentioned. Or is taboo! And the fear and shame and confusion gets swept into the gutter with the “scum” without ever being acknowledged as legit.
Or, you see the exact opposite—individuals who have a life full of pornography, masturbation addictions, endless innuendos, sexual fantasies, one-night-stands, sexting……but also broken relationships, disappointment and addictions.
But I don’t think sex is talked about nearly enough in a healthy way.
It’s like you’re doomed to either an obsessed sex mongrel or….a frigid prude. Where did the middle ground go? Why can’t you just be a normal person that has great sex? That’s what I’m going to be when I “grow up”.
I want to be a normal person that has great sex and is proud of it. And isn’t afraid when people around her want the same thing for their life. I want to be open and real about what I know and don’t and keep learning without traipsing sound being called a…well, there’s lots of names for girls like that aren’t there?
It might take a while, but I think I’m going in the right direction.