In order to make a relationship work, we must assure our partner that the sex with them is the bomb, and that they are the sexiest creature we've ever been so lucky to be mutually naked with.Then, of course, we must also assure them that the sex is not all that we want them for.
And the bitch of it all? Any person with two brain cells together will already know that. So how come our subconscious issues can sneak in an bring all this stuff up, when we should just be happily screwing each other silly?
Damned puritanical basis for society.
More on this later, right now I'm tired and cranky and pissed off -- not because of anything sexual, as it happens, but because there's some dipshit who woke me up to work on the plumbing in my bathroom a couple of hours ago. Man, am I sleepy.
