I sometimes wish I could talk about s** with someone, like, in detail. I think it’s because I think about s** too much. I fantasize about it. In my brain it’s always scenarios between two people who love eachother. I want someone to say dirty things to me in a classy-ish way, I want someone to desire me and I want to desire someone. I don’t want to be emotionally fucked in the head, to where I find it difficult to be vulnerable. It’s debilitating.
