<oembed><type>rich</type><version>1.0</version><author_name>Subema (npub1tg…vj8mh)</author_name><author_url>https://nostr.ae/npub1tgnp5cf3r9rdjvn2c4geney59tsdzyggddwzr2y9wpfugt4agjqqlvj8mh</author_url><provider_name>njump</provider_name><provider_url>https://nostr.ae</provider_url><html>Subconsciously rummaging about my understanding of intimacy. Remembered an old memory I could use as a simile. In the Scout&#39;s book, there was a chapter about firewood. Which tree gives the best for warmth, which gives the brightest light for a meeting campfire, and which burns longest for night watch.&#xD;&#xA;&#xD;&#xA;Yet for many people, firewood is just that - firewood.&#xD;&#xA;&#xD;&#xA;Intimacy for me is&#xD;&#xA; - physical contact (from a touch, a passing kiss, to cuddling),&#xD;&#xA; - sex (not necessarily penetrative or even orgasmic, basically anything from heavy petting upwards),&#xD;&#xA; - and kink fulfillment.&#xD;&#xA;&#xD;&#xA;That&#39;s three facets of something that most people put in one bin...&#xD;&#xA;Wondering if there is someone that sees more.&#xD;&#xA;Wondering if there is something I brush off as one while it&#39;s fractally complicated.</html></oembed>