I recall as a child being alone in the bathroom. I wanting to flex my arm like a “muscle man “, but couldn’t allow myself to.
Asserting my boyhood felt forbidden and dirty. I couldn’t believe I was lesser than the other boys, because even that lowly distinction included me as a boy. No, I was something other than.
I am really starting to understand the degree I am dissociated from my body. If a simple gesture like making a muscle was impossible what relationship could I have with my genitals? None.
I still don’t. But in my quest to heal I have developed a much better relationship with my body in general. As sad as being deprived a sex life is, maybe I won out in the end?
Sex is a complicated road, there are so many emotions that go along with sex that we miss is when it’s gone. Those emotions are gone, that’s painful. 🙂
Sex is a complicated road, there are so many emotions that go along with sex that we miss is when it’s gone. Those emotions are gone, that’s painful. 🙂
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