I questioned myself in writing this but have decided that it may be helpful.
Sex was very important early in my relationship with G. I had my first O with him, saw intensity in his eyes, felt beautiful in the way he would caress me, fucked like wild animals. It was great. It helped me bond to him. In the subsequent years, we faced issues of betrayal of intimacy but worked through those because we also had established a foundation for our future otherwise in goals and friendship. It wasn't easy, it was damn hard, but we each admired and thrived on the other qualities each of us possessed. We each worked to figure out what ways we had contributed to the situation and worked to repair it. His depression played a big role, until he talked to a dr. and a counselor he would rage. Medication helped tremendously for him to be able to be the man I met...ambitious, jovial, kind and quick witted. What else it did, though, was mess up his sexual function. He could appreciate porn, he could appreciate me, but he couldn't show it and had a hell of a time explaining it. It frustrated the hell out of him and me...at first, before I understood, Ithought it was me, that I didn't look like the 23 year old me he had met, that I wasn't like the women he was viewing and more able to sometime finish with. Well, it wasn't. We were still intimate, in holding one another...in the introduction of porn and non Intercourse sex acts with occasional surprises of actual full blown sex...rarely.
From the time of his quadruple bypass in 2006...to his death...no Intercourse...none. He worried about it...that I would stray, because, well I like sex..a lot. I missed it.
I did not stray though. He...We were more important.
Why do I write this...if sex would have been an issue early, I would have bailed. He would have bailed.
But, after facing other things in our years together, after seeing each other as perfectly imperfect, after being more open with one another, and so much more that I am unable to express in a distilled version of our lives...intimacy remained relevant, sex did not.
As a post script, I am glad that I remained faithful but am thrilled to fucking death that I have a good sex life again.