💄 My Friends Think I’m Too Sex-Obsessed — Maybe They’re Right (But So What?)
Every girl group has a “wild one,” right? The one who turns every conversation into something slightly inappropriate, who flirts with the waiter for sport, and who somehow makes even a trip to the grocery store sound like a scene from a romantic comedy with an R-rating.
Yeah. That’s me.
My friends love me — but sometimes they roll their eyes and tell me I’m too sex-obsessed. Like it’s a bad thing.
The truth? They’re not wrong. But I think they’re missing the point.
💋 It’s Not About Sex — It’s About Living
I don’t talk about sex because I’m desperate for attention or because I have nothing else going on (trust me, my to-do list would scare a Navy SEAL). I talk about it because it fascinates me. It’s human. It’s emotional. It’s funny. It’s messy. It’s real.
When I bring it up, I’m not trying to shock anyone — I’m trying to peel back the layers of how people connect, desire, and express themselves. The world’s full of people pretending they’re not curious. I just don’t see the point in pretending.
To me, talking about sex isn’t dirty — it’s honest. And honestly? I think that makes me more alive.
👑 I Wasn’t Raised to Be Ashamed
I grew up with a mom who was open about adult life, body confidence, and owning your choices. There was no “good girls don’t talk about that” rule in my house. So I never learned to blush when a topic got steamy.
I learned that curiosity is healthy, and that knowing what turns you on — mentally or physically — isn’t shameful, it’s smart. It’s self-awareness. And if that makes me “sex-obsessed,” then I’ll wear the crown, thanks.
💄 Maybe They’re Just Not Used to Freedom
Some of my friends grew up with tighter rules — don’t flirt too much, don’t wear that, don’t say that, don’t be that. And I get it. Those messages sink deep.
So when I casually mention a fantasy or laugh about something risqué, it throws them off balance. Not because it’s bad — but because it’s free.
Freedom makes people nervous. Especially women, because we’re taught that too much desire makes us “dangerous.” But here’s the twist: I like being dangerous. It means I’m untamed.
đź’Ł The Real Obsession
If I’m obsessed with anything, it’s confidence. It’s playfulness. It’s chemistry. It’s that spark that happens when you stop hiding what you really want and start owning it out loud.
Sex is just one expression of that — a delicious, thrilling, totally human one.
So, yeah, I talk about it. I laugh about it. I live in it. I find it endlessly interesting because it connects us — it reminds us we’re alive.
If that makes me “too much,” then maybe the world needs a little more “too much.” Because I’d rather be bold and curious than silent and safe.
And honestly? My friends love that about me — even when they pretend not to. 💋