Yep, said it.
Sex sex sexy sex sex. See how relaxed I am about this issue? (Changes tone from squeaky to deep). That’s because, like everyone else, I have found physical intimacy to be a wonderful and easy part of marriage. Natural. Simple. Cosmic union of body and soul; just like in the movies. Except like, more profound. This ole negligee – hey baby, I just threw it on.
Sorry, having problems typing round my expanding nose.
Where was I? Yeah.
Glen’s written a great post on the same topic, so I thought I’d add my tuppence-worth.
When it’s cold, I don’t feel like wafting around in my underwear. I like Big Pants, I cannot lie.
I don’t wake up feeling sexy and spontaneous. I wake up feeling grumpy and sleep-deprived.
Also, (breaking news) I’ve got a fair few body hang-ups. I’m not an hour-glass. I don’t run through sprinklers and I’d rather read Heidi than Fifty Shades of Submission. If sex is like they show on the films, just like if being a woman is what they say in the magazines, then count me out. Because I don’t buy it. Here’s what I’m told:
- it’s no big deal, just a bit of slap and tickle.
But that’s simply not true.
It’s scary to be close to someone – physically and emotionally. Intimacy brings you face to face with all sorts of big issues. What it means to be a woman or a man. Your desires. One or both of you may have baggage from previous relationships or experiences. You’re also dealing with a mass of expectation – cultural and personal. It’s being naked – exposed – in front of another person. It brings you squarely in front of yourself – no more ducking out of changing rooms or baggy clothes or making jokes. That’s powerful and hopeful and immensely liberating. But it ain’t always easy.
Jesus knows this. He promises to be with us and to help us in all of our struggles. That means there’s nothing we can’t bring to him and no area of life or marriage that is off-limits.
Now, let’s never speak of this again.