On the healing power of non sexual touch.

This is a love letter, too.

I love feeling your hands on my body.

There's an innocence to it.

A kindness to it.

It's what I needed.

I've been crying out for this.

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One of the downsides of connoting sex with aggression & intensity is that it's very challenging to associate these things with [a] steady, stable [sense of] love. I don't want what I used to want--sexually or otherwise. in fact, I'm repulsed by it; it’s repellent to me.

At least at this point in my life, it reminds me of sad things.

It reminds me of how I used to use sex & romance to escape myself.

It reminds me of how I used to use my sexuality as a crutch to ensure that I was or could be wanted.

I’ve changed, and I don't want that anymore.

I would rather never be wanted again than have that desperate, grasping energy in my life. Because that's what I connote it…