My purposes for having sex have never been procreation, but are for:
-pleasure, both physical and psychological
-fun, as in it can be exciting and a bit of an adventure, also playful
-bonding with other people, not necessarily in a romantic sense, but it can also strengthen friendships, and create friendships
It can also have kinda therapeutic purposes for me, as in it helping me understanding myself and my body better, in a non-judgemental way, and helping me learn to just listen to my body without arguing with it. Like a tool to find deeper self-love. It helped me realise I didn't actually want SRS which was also the first sign of me realising I'm not actually trans, and then it also helped me trust my body a lot more when I discovered my back door and its possibilities.
That's the positive aspects of it. The negative aspects are:
-an endless need for control, and for losing control
-not being able to make it through one day without an orgasm
-subconsciously trying to heal everything with sex, like emotional wounds, and using it as an escape mechanism or distraction for anything and everything
My first encounter with anything sexual was abusive, and then masturbation at age 9 which I quickly got addicted to. Sex with other people first started happening at age 17, and I'm 29 now. During that time I've experienced the truly horrible and longterm damaging aspects of it, as well as the truly amazing and unimaginably sensational aspects of it, as well as a lot of the greyscale in between.
I've had longterm partners before, and between relationships I tend to have casual sex mostly with strangers, but also a few friends and acquaintances. Everyone included it's up at 18 people now, and still counting. I'm currently single, but sometimes hook up with strangers from online. I don't need an emotional connection to enjoy it, but just some kind of connection. It does not matter what they look like, or their age, as long as they're legal and sane. Right now, in my detransition, having sex as a woman again has proved to be very fulfilling and comforting for me, which is a very pleasant surprise.
It's the best when mutually in love, but then love simply doesn't grow on trees, so I settle for mutually wanting, cause that's good too. I'm a bit hypersexual, and traumatised, but I'm trying to make the best of it.
