I had one of those dreams where you know you’re dreaming and you keep trying to wake up but you just wind up in another dream.
In one of the dreams i kept intending to uhm, touch myself? But i was too busy cleaning and taking care of the cats so i never got around to it.
Idk… That just doesn’t seem like the dream of someone who has a healthy sexuality.
I do tend to repress my feelings in that respect.
I can never figure my husband out. Half the time he seems upset at me and the other half he’s tired or busy.
I think he’s good in bed but he’s been pretty critical of my skills the last 3 or 4 years.
I’m guessing that has to do with the whole porn debacle.
I try not to take that stuff personally but it’s like hiking uphill in a hailstorm.
No, that example actually sounds really fun.
It’s like trying to get myself to swim underwater.
See, i’ve never been able to swim underwater. Even when someone holds my body down, some extremity manages to wriggle its way to the surface.
It’s psychological, i’m sure. Some survival mechanism leftover from when my family forgot me in a pool at the age of 2.
(Unrelated: i am terrified of drive thru carwashes).
Where was i going with this? Oh yeah, it’s impossible not to take critiques on your sexuality personally. It is a part of the brain and body that is deeply connected to emotion, not logic.
So i don’t have a high opinion of myself when it comes to sex and i don’t think the world is missing out on anything by me being pretty much dysfunctional in that sense.
I think i’ll be ok as long as there is an ample supply of cookies.