Sex, for me, is no longer casual because the same intimacy that I feared in my teens and early twenties that led me to treat sex like a plaything is the same intimacy that I now crave, respect, and will hold in the highest regard if I'm blessed to fully experience it with another person.
I was blessed with a really long fuse, so it takes quite a bit to get me to the point of explosive anger—but once that fuse has burned completely, there's a monster that comes out who I don't really recognize, appreciate, or enjoy.
"The biggest tragedy in suicide is not that the person wanted to die, but that they wanted to live."
