Oh it can stop being good. Trauma can do shit to you. Crazy in the head and crazy in bed sometimes blend into shit like sexual violence. And suddenly what you find yourself really craving is someone who is stable yet adventurous, someone who will discuss what crazy shit we’ll do together then discuss what we liked and didn’t afterwards.
Sex isn’t good unless you go to sleep after worrying about whether you’re about to get woken up by being hit with a skillet. If you’re lucky it’s not cast iron.
The thing about crazy sex is it’s awesome until you learn to stop liking it. But you’ll fucking learn and it’ll be the hard way
The sex doesn’t stop being good. You just learn it’s not worth it
Oh it can stop being good. Trauma can do shit to you. Crazy in the head and crazy in bed sometimes blend into shit like sexual violence. And suddenly what you find yourself really craving is someone who is stable yet adventurous, someone who will discuss what crazy shit we’ll do together then discuss what we liked and didn’t afterwards.
Sex isn’t good unless you go to sleep after worrying about whether you’re about to get woken up by being hit with a skillet. If you’re lucky it’s not cast iron.