The longer I go without sex the more easier it gets in that I resign myself to it and I also know more about my own likes and sexuality as I'm only focused on me so masturbation has become more fulfilling.
I have a touch of sexual health anxiety which has been in remission.
The reality is, I miss good earth shattering sex but that's not going to happen unless by huge luck or trying so many partners which I'm not willing to do.
Men big themselves up and talk up their sexual prowess often. Physical chemistry doesn't always translate in bed and can be confusingly awkward.
Now that I have matured more I can't have sex based on looks only as I've experienced the transformation of thinking a man was a sex God only for him to open his mouth and spout the most sexist, racist things that I had a metaphorical whiplash from how repellant he suddenly became.
I know I'm emotionally fragile and vulnerable, I accept I'm very sensitive and too possessive and traditional for casual sex.
I accept this life for me because the alternative is not so great. My peace and wellbeing are protected this way.
I've had enough bad sex in my late teens and twenties to know it really isn't all that great. Maybe 1 in 10 were good but I don't want to go through this again as the emotional cost as well as health risks are not worth it.. and nowadays secretly recording, revenge porn, date rapes, normalisation of choking and anal .. it's all just yuck.