I mean that in the nicest, most encouraging way possible.
This body that you’re housed in, this skin that you wear, these bones that hold you, these muscles that move you – this is all you’ve got right now. Whatever shape it’s in, it’s yours.
I don’t care what color your skin is or what kind of scars or blemishes decorate it.
And I don’t care if you’re a man, or a woman, or an intersex individual, or something entirely different.
This is your skin. It has nerve endings. Especially in certain places.
Sex – physical pleasure, lust, satiation – is glorious. It is sacred. Even asexual people can revel in pleasurable touch, though it may not be erogenous to them. That’s okay.
Forget the preconceptions of your appearance and your sexual attractiveness. Forget the media’s sullying of sexuality. Shuck your self-consciousness and your shame right along with your clothes.
Go fuck yourself. And enjoy the ever-loving hell out of it.