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Let’s just get to it: I am going to talk about sex this entire post. I guess a more accurate warning would be to say that I’m going to talk about a lack of sex this entire post.
I love Mr. Anonymous. Every cell of his body, every fiber of his being, every hair on his head, I love. So why exactly is it that I don’t naturally and consistently want to jump the bones of someone I love? Don’t get me wrong—I enjoy sex. When we do the horizontal polka, I feel happy and in love and satisfied and content. It’s just that there are so few instance in which I am motivated to go the extra steps to actually initiate any action. And, on a related note, whenever Mr. A initiates, if I’m not in the most perfect mood, free of stress and distractions, his efforts usually come up short. I’ve become a master of evasion, excuses, and rejection. As you would probably expect, this state of affairs doesn’t exactly make for a happy marriage, in fact, it’s actively hurting both of us individually, and us as a unit.
It’s gotten to the point where I’ve considered whether something is truly wrong with me, physiologically, hormonally, or psychologically.
I mean, I’m a young woman, recently married to the man I love, with a relatively stable life and no major obstacles coming my way. According to the majority of sitcoms on TV, I should be having sex way more often than I am. Ergo, I am a failure. I am a failure of a wife, a failure of a woman, heck, a failure of a human being. Procreation should be this natural, evolutionary drive, and I seem to be stuck in neutral. Clearly, relationships are supposed to operate on a specific sexual wavelength, and I’m stuck in celibate la-la land. I’m the freak, I need to be fixed, I’m in the wrong.
From his side of things, can you imagine how much it would suck to consistently try to get the sexy wheels a-churning only to have your partner shut you down a majority of the time? When I’ve let my mind wander to what this must feel like, it’s not pretty. If the shoe were on the other foot, I would be crippled with self-doubt and insecurity. How can this person claim to love me and yet be so uninterested in participating in what is widely considered to be the most extreme and intimate expression of love? Is my partner falling out of love with me? Was my partner ever in love with me in the first place? Is it my looks? Am I out of shape? And so on and so forth until the end of time.
I’ll be honest, I don’t really know what to do here. Part of me feels like I’m to blame for a lot of the strife in our relationship related to our sporadic sex lives. Another part of me thinks that a less-than-constant sex drive isn’t atypical or unusual; in fact, I’m willing to bet that more people experience this than any of us could imagine. It’s just that anyone who doesn’t want sex 24/7 feels so stigmatized that the topic never sees the light of day. Either way, I can’t help but feel as though I need to do something as I am more often than not the roadblock to an activity that would help bring me and the mister closer. At this point, I feel my only recourse is a complete and total dedication to the cause. How is it that I am willing and able to do whatever it takes to get the perfect wedding invitations, poring over fonts and colors and details for hours on end, but I’m not willing to spend a small part of my day coming together with the man I’ve pledged to love forever? When I put it into that sort of context, it becomes clear that I need to re-prioritize and consider sex to be a “must-do” item on the to-do list until it becomes more of a natural inclination. Sure, putting sex on a task list pretty much makes it as unsexy as possible, but you know what? Until I can get to a mental state of being that allows for me to naturally develop and act upon sexual urges, sometimes a little elbow grease is the best option.
I think I owe it to myself, to Mr. A, and to our marriage to put a little bit more importance on sex, but, at the same time, understand that purely because I’m not thinking about it every waking second doesn’t mean I’m broken. I’m just running at a different speed than some other people. And until TV and movies stop cramming this mantra of SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX comedic relief related to sex SEX SEX SEX down our throats, I fear that more women (and men, too!) will have similar doubts and worries about themselves and their relationships. So, if you’ve ever decided to “get through it” or flexed your “not tonight, honey” muscles, join me in rising up and declaring “Sex is good, sex is great, but I don’t need to always mate!”
Can you relate?
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