if you can’t laugh during sex, you might not be doing it with the right person
i’m a strong believer that not everything you do needs an explanation. if you want a tattoo, get one. if you rather stay home that night, it’s okay to miss that party. don’t forget that you’re living for yourself. you don’t owe anyone an explanation for your choices or preferences.
Okay… so maybe I don’t grow up imagining and hoping that one day Prince Charming will sweep me off my feet like he did with Cinderella. BUT I made up for it by growing up and imagining a sword-bearing (or bow and arrow-bearing, perhaps even an axe-bearing) man ravaging me with his fierce loving.
I would say this was a fair deal.