Being used is sexier in stories than real life

I wanted to prove I could have sex

MentalDessert

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I wanted to prove I could have sex without building years of trust. This was my motive, to find men and have them use me.

The plan worked a little too well. But in it, I realized I didn’t need sex to realize my worth.

My language of love is sex. I’m not like most who can have affection, though I think as the years have gone on, this has changed. I went through a relationship where it was sexless for five years. My body shut down this time, and they told me I wasn’t attractive at my new weight. And so I took this on as my own.

“Your chin is so bony.”

I’d position my chin on his shoulder, trying to cuddle. Every inch of my body was bony. My hair made him itchy as if he was allergic to it and my scent. I had to make sure I was scentless in life. Each comment, each jab at my personality, such as I never had any friends in my life. I took on as my own. He told me I would never feel loved and that I was incapable of it, which became my mantra. I was flammable as a human being. So, I prepared to have sex without emotions, without attachment, but I still was kind to the person I was with. The men I was with didn’t share that kindness.

The men rotated through me, but being used for sex sounds hot in fiction stories. In real life, I felt like a living hotel of a person. I used sex to take away the pain I had lived with for years. I was partying, these experiences were used constantly, so I was using others to get out of my body.

I drank and accepted any free drinks when I was out. Every experience I did was trying to numb the pain of what I went through and the abuse I lived through. I worked seven days out of the week and enjoyed it. I didn’t want any time to myself, and if I did, I’d spend it outside my new apartment and being out until dawn.

You can take away the grimy details or fool yourself that they didn’t listen to your consent with it being written as nonfiction that becomes elements of fiction. When I told my closest friend about my experiences, she said how I was living in a different world. But slowly, I realized even having someone who I allowed closer to me than ever before. These men didn’t…

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MentalDessert

I'm unapologetically me with a hard edged view of life. I love to travel and have crazy amounts of fun spaced between quiet moments.