I remember the stiffness in my neck the first time I watched a movie my WIFE had recommended. “Water for chocolate” is the English translation .... She appreciated and enjoyed the nudity but I by comparison was sooooooo self conscious. “Is she watching me watch the nudity? Is she analyzing me? Can I “gently glance at the beauty and paleness of skin without seeming creepy...?” I was a wreck. She was completely fine.
I’ve relapsed so many times because of sex scenes. Now I can’t see the films and tv shows I wanna see
