Sometimes I think that when I’m being sexual I’m just trying to escape. Trying to get away from a problem or situation. Sometines that is true.
But often the reality is I want to be wanted. I want to touch and be touched. I want to be intimate and that is beautiful. My desire shouldn’t have to be framed as a distraction in my brain.
The makeup artist at work put her finger under my chin and lifted my head up so that she could look me in the eyes and then she said that I was pretty.