Relationships
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16 hours ago"I Have To Shower Before Sex & It's Killing The Vibe"
Confidence in the bedroom is hindered by personal insecurities and a need for cleanliness before intimacy.
The bed becomes a site of creation, desire, and condemnation, exploring the shift of procreation to hedonism that exposed deep cultural anxieties surrounding female sexual agency and autonomy.
DTF St. Louis traces ground covered by Luca Guadagnino's 2024 film Challengers, but in more exacting detail. DTF, named after a fictional sex app, draws a similar conclusion—that strong intimacy among men may look what is broadly and stereotypically referred to as 'gay,' but it's much more nuanced than that.
This isn't your average pandemic thriller; here, the infected meld with inorganic material in their surroundings, until their outward contours and their personhood are gone. Thibault Emin's film starts with a little whiff of Jean-Pierre Jeunet and Marc Caro's Delicatessen. After their one-night stand, hypochondriac Anx (Matthieu Sampeur) and impertinent Cass (Edith Proust) find themselves bunkered up in one corner of a madcap apartment block.
"Radical honesty" has become a cultural badge of honor. Across social media, couples proudly declare that they do that without filters, without private corners, seeing honesty as a black-or-white concept—full honesty or no honesty. The promise is appealing that "if we are completely transparent, our relationship will be strong and unshakable." But is total disclosure really intimacy? Does honesty contradict other values? Does radical honesty come at a cost, with other negative implications?
Many people come to therapy with a goal to work on communication, especially with a partner. The problem, as many see it, is "poor communication," and the goal is to have "better communication." Poor communication can mean a lot of things, including ongoing and repeated conflicts, trouble expressing what we want or need, and avoidant tendencies. Therapy can work out a number of these issues. Understanding our cycle of conflict can create quicker off-ramps to repair.
Dating advice often casts intimacy as a tightrope pull back too much, or push for more. Either move is read as a red flag. Between discussions of incompatible attachment styles, the importance of boundaries and the dangers of love-bombing, it's easy to get the impression there's a correct level of closeness to aim for. In truth, intimacy isn't one-size-fits-all and comfort levels vary not just between individuals, but across their relationships.
What they say instead is something softer, more nuanced: " I just want space." They describe feeling overwhelmed when their partner asks for physical affection, quality time, or emotional closeness. Not because those requests are unreasonable, but because they feel they have nothing left to give. What can look like withdrawal from love in fact often seems more like emotional exhaustion.
As we traverse an era dominated by algorithms and driven by the impulse for efficiency, we increasingly sacrifice our ability to feel. In this "age of emotional poverty," highlighted by philosopher Byung-Chul Han, our emotional landscapes grow flatter, our pains diluted, and genuine intimacy replaced with a sterile digital façade. However, in Gulu's evocative imagery, the body emerges as a resilient space of resistance, pushing back against a world that demands we conform to neat, predictable narratives.
Caring is usually seen as an unquestioned virtue. We admire the devoted partner, the endlessly patient friend, and the person who is always available in a crisis. But in adult relationships, caring can sometimes become more than a loving response to another person's needs; it can become a relational pattern, a central way of organizing intimacy, identity, and self-worth. When this happens, it becomes a psychological role.
I had some messed up ideas around a woman's role and the influence of porn on that Jake was my first. I was 17 and he was 18. I lost my virginity way later than all my friends; sex had been so far out of my comfort zone. For me it was like social currency and I put a lot of pressure on myself to get it done.