#truecel

Stop projecting your own hoe-ass mindset onto me or other people. You’re just telling me, loud and clear, that you’d be willing to fuck any pretty girl who asked. Cool for you. Great. Leave me the hell out of it. I’m waiting for someone who makes me feel loved, so thanks I guess for clarifying that u most certainly are NOT the one.

Some of us actually have standards, boundaries, and make choices with our brains, not our dicks. Some of us give a damn about love and intimacy rather than lust. Wild concept, I know.

I’m not saving myself for some random “Chad” or whatever, but for someone I actually love and who actually loves me. I view sex as something special and intimate. You could be the hottest guy on the planet, but if I don’t love u and u don’t love me? Nope. Not happening.

And besides wanting it to be special, I also have horrible social anxiety. I can’t even make eye contact with strangers, let alone strip down and let someone literally inside me.

Annnddd I have vaginismus, so sex isn’t even going to feel good for me, it’ll just be uncomfortable and painful. I’m not willing to go through that pain just to make some dude I don’t love get his nut off.

Where are we at in society that it’s somehow surprising or even unbelievable that I want sex to feel special and loving??? Like… what. That’s supposed to be the baseline. But no, everyone’s so fried on hookup culture and porn brain 🌽 🧠

Like, oh my god, she doesn’t want to get railed by a stranger in a bathroom stall? Unreal. Insane.

Sorry I don’t want some random dude jackhammering me like a fleshlight. It blows my mind that people genuinely think “oh she’ll cave when a hot guy shows up.” No, babe, that’s just you telling on yourself.