Good Sex is Still Good Sex

Even if the relationship ended badly

“Your naked body should belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.” Charlie Chaplin.

Before it turned into bad, it was not only good, it was amazing, incredible and mind-blowing. It was about the connection between two human beings — at its best. It was full of grace, intimacy, and respect. It was love. The kind of love that shakes up your whole existence, fills you with the air of life so much that you feel like you are flying.

Then it got worse and worse and it was hurtful and humiliating. And in order to move on from it and let go of the trauma I suffered, I needed to compartmentalize it to heal. I had to put everything in the same box — and label it as “abusive relationship”. And in there went everything, the blows and bruises along with the care and kisses and the love and longing. All the amazing memories got tainted by the terrible ones — and it was for the best. The box is full, and it is closed forever — never to re-open, never to revisit.

To heal. To forget. To forgive. To survive.

But no matter how terrible it ended, and how much it is advised against to walk down this grim memory lane, I learned a lot of love and sex and myself from it— and some…