Hmm, I have issues with sex, so I've refrained from replying til I had really martialed my thoughts. I have no idea why I have issues and I really don't know how I'm going to just get over them, but here's where I stand.
I've always been highly paranoid about being branded a tart. I was never very attractive as a teenager, always felt no one would be interested me, and I think a lot of my abstinent attitudes came as a sort of defense mechanism. My best friend at primary school was always a bit of a Lolita, dating a 17year old at the age of 12, and by the time we had left (different) school, I'd just got a place at a good university, and she'd just had the baby of a 33 year old divorcé. My mum had always had a very harsh view on teenage pregnancy - not unusually so, just she would certainly expect a girl like me not to "waste her life" that way. And I must say I agree.
When I got to uni and turned 19, so was an adult, it suddenly transpired I'd left my ugly duckling days behind. I met a nice guy, we started going out, and he was my first everything. Kiss, boyfriend, lover. The sex part only started happening a few months into the relationship and I wasn't sure if I loved him per se, I knew I felt a lot for him but by that point I really didn't want to say no anymore. At the heart of it, I'm a bit of a nympho really.
Then we had an accident, many months later. Suddenly, having to go to the chemist and ask for the Morning After pill, I felt like I'd become the slut I had always tried no to be. Luckily it worked but it left me with a 'fear,' best way to describe it. It lead to the most protracted breakup I've ever come across, but I just couldn't bear to have sex with him again. I did and felt awful, because there was no connection there, and for me it was essential that sex was special, between people who loved each other. But that 'moral' attitude causes me to deny a massive side to myself, a highly charged sexual being who has never had sex with anyone but him, and that finshed a good 2 years ago now. After a bit of a fling with a guy I really loved - and I wouldn't let him have full sex with me, although I really rather wanted to, because everything else with that connection was great! - my attitudes have relaxed a little. I'm less fussy about what happens between me and other people, but I'm still terrified of full sex.
This is partly I think because of the connection that is established. I feel like I barely knew my ex until we started having sex together, and the friendship I have with him (as a result, quite possibly) endures very strongly today. I don't want to go around making bonds like that frivilously. But also, I'm gnawing at the furniture because it's been so long!!! Still, I'm not ready to just go and do things with just anybody, after a rather nasty experience over the weekend at a party I know that.
As far as ritual goes, I have and do use a spot of DIY quite regularly (hmm, notes that I have come a long way, I'd never have admitted that a few years ago!). This is because it was one of the first magickal techinques I learned (I came to the Craft via Chaos Magick; you could probably still call me a practitioner now) to acces the Void, as it was termed - the way you just pipe out and the very threads of reality are no longer perceivable, just you and a 'higher' (or more accurately, more infinite

) power/existance and the way you can access that connection and that state, just like chanting or drumming or meditating. I've found it to be extremely effective in workings. But I don't think I'd ever do that with a partner involved, because for me it would ruin the singleness, the perception, the connection - somewhat ironic as sex with a partner is all about connection, but I hope that made sense.
Phew, ok, you can all go about your business now, I'm shutting up!
Bastet x