My brother follows me on here so I am going to start this out with this sentence so he knows what is coming up and can be prepared to just keep scrolling.

I am not a terribly sexual person.

I live inside of a conflict.

I enjoy sex and all of the activity involved. I love being wrapped up in another person who I have feelings for. I deeply appreciate getting to the point where we are completely isolated from the rest of the world, engulfed in each others being.

But all of that doesn’t come around for me that often because I fucking can’t stand people.

• They are judgmental.
• They are full of ego and fear.
• They project all of that outwards and it just makes me less and less motivated to take my damn clothes off.

There’s so much stupid stigma for a girl to swim through in her own mind to be able to take all of her clothes off, that actively knowing the person in front of you is just as insecure is frightening. You think, “Jesus Christ, don’t judge me. Turn all of the lights off. Okay come find me under the blankets. Did I shave my legs? He’s definitely not talking to me after this.”

The beautiful thing is when it all starts, if you actually have feelings for the other person, all of that mind vomit melts away.

If someone can get past all of that and I can hold casual conversation with you without wanting to blow my brains out, awesome.

Sex absolutely means more to me than the funtion.

With that said… If I find someone that I can tolerate and we’ve seen each other naked with the lights on… I’m not going to take that with a grain of salt, pull up my pants, and move on.

Also, don’t expect me turning to the company of real dolls, either. If I wanted to have sex with a dead person, I’d stop taking my meds and let my freak flag fly!