I had a good life when I lived with my parents. Everything was simple and I was happy.
Then I moved into my own place and had my first real adult relationship. Now I have a landlord, a job, rent, money, and lack of sleep to deal with all the time.
I feel tired all the time. I am bored at work and come home to deal with all sorts of tiny issues that just pile up.
Why can’t life be as easy as it was in the old days? There must be a way to get some of that back?
How you use your own sexuality is your choice. How you use the sexuality of others is abuse.