Sometimes I get so excited because sex exists!
There’s so much variety in sex, so many combinations of things you can put together!
Look at what your body can do! Look at what your partner can do! Look at what humans can do!
Sex can be an expression of so many things too. Love, connection, lust, attraction, sensation, pain!
Gosh, sex is just the most beautiful thing, why do we shame it so much!
What really kills me about all this orgasm agony is something I learned only after I’d figured out how to come: orgasms aren’t my favorite part of sex. Who knows … maybe someday I’ll do some serious tantra, and experience one of those five-hour orgasms they’re always on about, and get my mind blown. But right now, all I know is that when I finally started being able to have orgasms regularly, my feeling was basically: oh … is that it? I realized that I’d already had sexual experiences that were way more mind-blowing than an orgasm — and that they came from just following what felt good; from exploring my boundaries; from reveling in the connection to my partner, rather than focusing on mechanics and goals.