Becoming Comfortable With The Uncomfortable

I talk about sex because I fucking enjoy it.

I talk about my pain because I survived it.

I don’t need to stomach it for other people’s palates.

And yes, I’ve said the word “DICK” in the same sentence as “HEALING.”

Because guess what? Sometimes healing looks like taking a bubble bath with wine and R&B playing softly in the background.

And sometimes it looks like having your back blown out by someone who knows the clit isn’t a myth.