07/13/2025
MIC DROP…..
Such a profound life lesson someone posted, that I’ve sent it to all my young adult patients….
TRUTH ABOUT CASUAL S*X:
No one told me the truth about s*x before I had a lot of s*x...
Not the kind of truth that slides into schoolbooks or locker room talk or gets whispered at sleepovers under half-drunk breath. I had to live it. I had to wake up in someone’s bed with my soul scraped thin and my body pretending it didn’t just memorize a stranger’s breath like a love story. I had to learn that the body is an altar, and not everyone deserves to kneel at it.
They say s*x is just physical. But I’ve felt the aftershocks of a single night echo through my nervous system for months. I’ve stayed too long with men who weren’t good for me...not because I didn’t know better, but because my cells already believed we were one thing. Because oxytocin doesn’t understand red flags. Because dopamine will make a prison feel like paradise. Because or**sm isn’t just a climax, it’s a binding contract written in chemistry and signed in vulnerability.
I’ve watched people confuse intensity for intimacy. I’ve done it. Skin to skin before heart to heart. Bed before truth... and we think we’re modern for that, we call it freedom...but what if it’s just a different kind of enslavement?
One where we give away pieces of our sovereignty in exchange for a moment of connection we didn’t earn.
What they don’t tell you is this: s*x rewires you. It maps your memory, it softens your instincts, it makes you stay when every part of your logic is screaming “run.” And even if you tell yourself it doesn’t matter, even if you say you’re detached, your body still remembers. There is no such thing as casual when your nervous system is that involved.
And we don’t need to shame the wild. I’m not here to be shaming choices. I believe in sacred chaos. In lust that tastes like lightning. But let’s stop pretending that we can screw like animals and not feel like ghosts when it’s over.
Because s*x, real s*x in your soul felt s*x, isn’t just about climax. It’s about collapse. It’s about letting someone inside your orbit so deeply that your whole inner world tilts. And that? That should be earned. That should be sacred.
So no, s*x was never just a handshake. It’s a soul exchange. And if we remembered that, maybe we’d stop giving our bodies to people who haven’t even earned our eye contact.
Credits to orginal authors
5/18/2025
