My love suggested we move the harmful energies down into my yoni and work with the sexual energy to release them from my body.
In my mind, I was either a sex/masturbation addict (which was wrong) or a dried-out prune (which was also wrong). It was not right.
He turns the corner on two wheels and I turn the page. He shuts the engine, I shut the book. Turns out this type of story is a legendary myth.