I’ve always been a very sexual person. As soon as I hit puberty, I was fascinated by sex.
My best friend and I talked about it all the time, putting our heads together to imagine what it would really be like. Would it be like it was in the movies, in the books we got at the library?
We knew it couldn’t just be how it was described in our sex education class, and we definitely weren’t on-board with the idea that sex was only for procreation.
As I’ve gotten older (and actually had sex), my relationship with the act has shifted.
Most of this has been the result of my not only coming to terms with my body and what it does and doesn’t like, but coming to terms with another part of my existence: my anxiety disorder.