Sex

There's nothing that a good workout, good pizza, good cookies, and good sex can't heal. I had been feeling very disconnected from myself in the past couple weeks, and part of it was the lack of sex. The other parts had nothing to do with sex. Wait a minute. Part of it had to do with my pregnant sister, and she DID have to have sex to reach her present "with child" state, so...
Ok. The sex part is my thing, leave my family out of it.

I don't feel sex is discussed positively enough in our society. Sexual deviance and sexual crimes certainly rank high on the Talked About scale, but the health benefits, variations on technique, and sexual satisfaction only seem popular in small, private settings. I, myself, am not someone who wishes to discuss these things with just ANYONE, but I wish the opportunities were easier to come (ha!) by. Ok, right there, me using ( ) around come...is that just silly, or does that expose my own discomfort with the topic? I don't think I'm uncomfortable with the topic, but maybe we all have a certain degree of discomfort. I was raised Catholic. My parents never talked about sex. OH, WAIT! My dad DID claim (to my mom) that he gave us the sex talk (he didn't say "sex talk", I'm sure he said "I explained how pregnancy happens"). I'm afraid the day when my dad explained what cows did when they were in heat was the How Pregnancy Happens day as well. I do remember it. It was summer and the cows were grazing and cud-chewing the pasture behind our house. One cow was making loud, hot puffing noises and then, suddenly, jumped on top of another cow (This made her a lesbian, but I didn't clarify that with dad). I saw this as the cow being mean and bullying the bottom cow, and, feeling visually victimized, pointed it out to my dad. He looked over and, without skipping a beat, said "She's in heat and will be pregnant soon".
That was it.
I was nervous all summer long, for it was quite humid, we didn't have AC, and I felt In Heat myself.
What a deal.

My sex education aside, I hold pregnancy and sex apart. I have never been pregnant, and I really don't know when that will happen. I do enjoy sex; thinking about it, doing it, trying new positions, and then being able to talk about it with friends. I think most people will agree that the act of, and the desired frequency, vary between men and women. I have gone through phases where I want it all the time, where I feel it's a hassle, where I wish the orgasm would be guaranteed. Orgasm! There's a topic! Hmm...that's another blog entirely. I had meant to stay more focused on the reconnecting of body/mind/soul in this blog. Oh, I digress.

Last night was good, that's what I wanted to say. I felt both an emotional and physical need for sex. It was a need to be as close as possible to my husband, my rock, and for my own body to have time for herself.
Afterwards, my husband went biking, and I had time to myself...with my vibrator. I actually exclaimed, "Thank God!" when I climaxed. Because REALLY. Seriously. AH.

I feel much better today. Balanced. Thank God.