Dear Diary.

Another thought that crosses my mind while reading smut is, I always feel it’s exaggerated because I don’t think it’s humanly possible to feel that way.

The limited times I’ve been intimate with men, I’ve either stared at the ceiling or an object or faked it. I always felt something is wrong with me. Hence I stayed quiet and continued with this.

Now I know there was nothing wrong with me, I just wasn’t attracted to those men.

Because when I’m attracted even slow burn is fireworks. Unfortunately, it’s just been slow burn for me.

I’ve made my peace with it.