Personally, I really don't care about sex any more than I do about polishing my favorite leather loafers. Not because I'm a prude. Not because I'm above it. But because it's just a part of life, not its meaning, not its apogee, and certainly not a reason for neuroses.
People, calm down - this is not the Olympics
Why do some people suffer from too much sex.
Others - from too little.
Still others suffer from not suffering!
Seriously, when was the last time someone asked someone:
- How often do you clean your boots?
— Do you even do this?
— How, excuse me, do you do it — with cream or spray?
— Oh my God, are you WETTING THE RAG?! 😱
So here it is.
Sex is like shoe care. Some people do it often, some do it on weekends, and some wear sneakers that haven't been washed since the ninth grade. And you know what? No one has to justify themselves.
🤔 Maybe sex isn't a problem?
Maybe the "sex problem" is simply a reflection of our insecurity, fear of being different, social pressure, and the eternal habit of complicating everything?
Maybe we should stop treating our intimate life as a project with deadlines and KPIs?
Maybe sex is just... part of our mood? Like what color of nail polish you want to wear to go out in public today.
❤️ So what will I choose?
I will choose a good mood, clean shoes, a calm soul - and sex that happens not according to the rules, but according to desire. Without drama, without tests, without expectations. Just as it is.
And if you're lucky - then also with love.