Hungry? Why Wait?

There's something that I've been wanting to say on this blog for a very long time, but haven't because of the questions that may arise from my real life acquaitances who read it. But I've decide that, today, I'm finally going to put an end to my self-censorship. It's gone on far too long.

So, here goes...

I have a confession: I haven't had sex in three months:(.

"Big deal," you may say. But believe me, it is a very big deal. I was used to having sex at least three times a week before I quit cold turkey. And now...nothing.

I used to tell myself that I'd only have sex with the one I was in love with. You see, that's how I somehow justified my affair with Ex. I loved him. Yeah, I was homewrecking at the time, but it was all in love. Right. I've gotten real with myself and realized that love doesn't make it right. I've also matured to the point that I'm not infactuated with every guy I date, which means that I won't be loving MK until we're far down the line.

I like MK. Alot. But based on my previous criteria, I won't be having sex with him anytime soon because 'like alot' isn't enough.

The question I can't help but ask myself lately is, really why not? What am I waiting for? I've been steady with MK for three months now so what's stopping me? Societal pressures force women to create reasons why we shouldn't have sex. Everything--love, marriage, morality, religion, fear of criticism, fear of infidelity, trying to keep my sex number on one hand, etc.--becomes a factor.

But I'm getting to the point where the need is becoming palpable, and all of my reasons for abstaining are beginning to fade away. When we're hungry, we eat. We don't deprive ourselves of the nutrition that our bodies are crying out for. We give them what they want.

So my question is, if we don't deprive ourselves of food, why do we as women, sometimes deprive ourselves of sex?

Like the Snickers slogan goes: Horny? Why wait?...or something like that lol.

Have a lovely weekend:)