In a world that often equates intimacy with physical closeness, I’ve come to redefine what intimacy means to me. It’s not in the touch of skin, the unbuttoning of clothing, or the heat of desire. True intimacy, the kind I crave, the kind that sets my soul at ease, is so much more profound than what the world sells.
Intimacy is a sanctuary. It’s a quiet understanding that whatever I choose to reveal—whether it’s a hidden scar, a haunting memory, or a fear I can barely name—will not be met with judgment but with compassion. It is the sigh of relief that comes from knowing the things I’ve locked away in the darkest corners of myself are safe in the light of someone else’s presence.
To me, intimacy is not about sex. It’s about connection. It’s about safety. It’s the unspoken agreement that my vulnerabilities are not weaknesses but sacred truths deserving of care. It’s the moment someone sees the part of me I hesitate to show and doesn’t flinch. It’s the deep, unshakable belief that I can be raw, messy, and unguarded, and still be met with warmth.
Over the years, I’ve realized that true intimacy is rare. It doesn’t come from fleeting encounters or shallow conversations. It’s built on trust, on time, on the quiet moments where words aren’t needed but understanding flows freely. It’s built on the courage to show up as my whole self and the grace to let someone else do the same.
This is what I'll always desire: a connection where vulnerability is not feared but honored. I want someone to lean into the spaces that scare me, someone who can sit with my silence, hear the words I struggle to say, and not try to fix me but simply be with me. I long for the kind of intimacy where I can bare my soul and feel safe, where my darkness is not seen as something to be conquered but as something to be understood.
Intimacy is freedom. It’s the permission to exist fully, to be seen, and to be loved not in spite of my imperfections but because of them. It’s not something that happens overnight. It’s a dance, a slow unfolding, an exchange of trust that deepens over time.
I’ve spent years learning to hold space for my own heart, to be gentle with myself, and to honor the parts of me that long for connection. Now, I hope to find someone who can and will meet me there. Someone who understands that intimacy is not about taking off clothes but about taking off masks.
So here’s my vow to myself: I will not settle for connections that skim the surface. I will wait for the one who understands the weight of this kind of intimacy. Because I believe, with all my heart, that it is worth waiting for.
If you’re reading this, I hope you know this kind of intimacy exists. I hope you’ve felt it or will feel it one day. And I hope you never forget that you are worthy of it.
Here’s to safe spaces, open hearts, and the kind of intimacy that changes everything.
🫰🫂🫖 JRT
Art Credit: Raven Shaolin Bluefeather
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