For years, I totally brought into the myth of self sufficiency. I had my own job! I paid for my own shit! I built up a community of friends! Like, I am really good at being single. I did all the things healthy single people are supposed to do. In fact, some of my friends started complaining that I was too independent (I swear, I can’t win) but, at the end of the day, I can’t touch myself. Or, I can touch myself, but it doesn’t have the same impact as when someone else touches me.