Honestly I am terrified of sex. I am terrified of it —- Yet I find myself always fiddling the idea in my head. My ideas of sex always seem unreachable, unrealistic, and anonymous. They are nothing but lucid dreams. They share their grace with me while I sleep. My sleep-deprived brain claws for an exit out but these thoughts take up vacant space. They rub up against the outer rims of my shell, then they dance off. Sex feels like something I am always seeking, yet I am never giving in AT ALL..