Sex and intercourse – 46/100

I’ve been had.

All my life, I thought sex was intercourse. And it is, this is true.

But I thought that’s all it was.

And over the past years, it’s becoming more and more clear.

Sex doesn’t begin in the bed.

Sex begins at the dinner table.

It begins in the supermarket.

In the parking lot.

At coffee shops.

At the beach (yassss).

On drives.

Hiking.

Cooking.

Discussing.

Laughing.

Being.

Sex begins with time spent and connection.

It’s the meshing and melding of ideas, intertwining of desires, not for sex, but for life, in life.

It’s the undressing of the heart and soul, before even the idea of removing a single piece of clothing enters the mind.

It’s the openness, the vulnerability, the depth of two (or more, however you like to roll) explored, digested, embraced, acknowledged, honored.

It’s the discovery and beholding of the majesty of a person, the truth contained, sometimes hidden from plain sight from those who don’t deserve to experience, those who are not willing to venture, believe, take a chance.

It’s the unfolding of the unseen, the unknown, the unproclaimed parts of a person that creates intimacy, profound intimacy.

It’s where nakedness takes on a new definition.

It can begin everywhere and anywhere outside the bed.

And sometimes, when the vibe is stellar, the connection is mutually experienced, it can lead to the bed.

And it’s nothing new, nothing unfamiliar.

It’s the continuation of the an earlier conversation, an earlier exchange, an earlier undressing, an earlier pleasure of intimacy.

It’s fluid, unfettered, full, and whole.

Maybe I missed the boat but I’m now discovering that more and more over the past relationships until now.

It’s making more sense to me, filling in the gaps, bridging the intimacy that I thought was intimacy and the intimacy that I know I want for myself and the other.

I guess in the end, I’m left with:

Sex, the way I see and want it to be for me, is always intercourse, a conversation, a dialogue in different forms. And sexual intercourse is not always sex.

Happy Monday.