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It’s been one year since I’ve had sex. One year by choice.

People never believe me when I tell them, but at the young age of 23, I choose not to lay with just anyone and would much rather give myself to a man that I know I will be with for a while. And after dating different guys, knowing what I have to offer, and listening to friends say, “I’m pregnant” and hear about their sexcapades, it makes it that much more easier to go without.

I’m an extremely sexual and sensual person, but I’ve never considered the thought of purchasing a toy. Better yet, a real-size penis that vibrates. I can never get over the fact of pleasuring myself: legs gaped open with some love ballad in the background and eyes rolling in the back of my head. It just doesn’t seem right.

I’ve told myself multiple times that I don’t need sex — I’ve gone this long without it. I can keep going.

But, my dreams seem to tell me otherwise.

For the past six months or so, I’ve been having dreams. Sexually explicit, passionate, raunchy dreams that I’m still trying to figure out.

These dreams are extremely realistic and consist of sexual intercourse in weird, random places. I can even see the faces of the men. I can see the positions and everything. Mind you, I don’t ever think about sex during the day, unless I’m listening to music that triggers a certain feeling.

After the dreams, I always wake up feeling disgusted, as if God is judging me and later follow with a whisper of an apology to God: “Lord please forgive me, I don’t know where this is coming from. I can’t control it.”

I’ve even told one of my guy friends about it and he thinks it’s entertaining and that I should partake in what my dreams are trying to tell me by getting laid. “We’re human, Court. It’s OK. Maybe it’s a sign.”

He laughs.

I didn’t think it was funny.

Dreams sometimes speak the mind of a subconscious soul, so it makes me wonder…. maybe it is a sign?

Maybe I should get laid. Is this even normal?

Courtnee

image source: Angela Lindvall photographed by Richard Burbridge, Harper’s Bazaar May 2000