So i need that kinda sex where we’re both in so much need for being touched. That dirty talking kind and pullin my hair and tellin me what to do kinda sex. Where we’re both shivering with anticipation of whats to come next. That kind where you scream “Just fucking fuck me dammit” kinda sex. I need to be controlled kinda sex.
Instead of saying “I don’t have time” try saying “it’s not a priority,” and see how that feels. Often, that’s a perfectly adequate explanation. I have time to iron my sheets, I just don’t want to. But other things are harder. Try it: “I’m not going to edit your résumé, sweetie, because it’s not a priority.” “I don’t go to the doctor because my health is not a priority.” If these phrases don’t sit well, that’s the point. Changing our language reminds us that time is a choice. If we don’t like how we’re spending an hour, we can choose differently.