I’ve been loitering around this topic for the past few days, opening and closing this draft out of fear of appearing too vulnerable or preachy.
In one of those fleeting, philosophical moments, I realised that being vulnerable makes you aware. Being aware makes you accountable, and being accountable engenders an environment to battle your demons and overcome your struggles. So hello vulnerability, and can someone say Pastor Gardner?
Not quite. Just a 26-year-old who found herself embarrassingly enraptured in a sexual and spiritual bond that started to poke at existing broken pieces.
It’s just sex, I had convinced myself months prior to initiating this kind of relationship. For some reason, unbeknownst to good gyal, I thought I could make sex one-dimensional; I thought I could control the narrative, bust a nut, dismiss the fella, carry on with my day, then summon him when I needed sex again.