So, here’s a wild revelation from my personal vault: During my chemsex days, I’ve had a lot of sex. Like, so much sex that I should probably have a “Lifetime Achievement Award” for it. Honestly, I’ve lost count of how many dicks I’ve encountered. Thousands? Probably. And guess how many were actually wow? Three. Just three. And here’s the kicker: none of that ‘wow’ sex was on drugs. Yup, you read that right. The best sex of my life was 100% chemical-free, organic, and, dare I say it… sober.
Turns out, all that sex I was having on drugs? It wasn’t because the sex was amazing (spoiler alert: it wasn’t). It was because I was lonely as hell. That’s right, the drugs didn’t make the sex better, they just made me feel like maybe, just maybe, I wasn’t so alone. But in reality? The sex was mostly… meh. Like a TV show you keep watching even though you’ve forgotten why you started in the first place.
So, here’s my big takeaway: sober sex > chemsex. Drugs can’t compete with actual connection and intimacy. And to be honest, sober sex doesn’t leave you wondering where your pants, dignity, and sense of self-worth went the next day.
Stay sober, stay sexy. ✌️
