It reads celsius but I want fahrenheit

In my hometown of Perth (Australia), our seasons still fit pretty neatly into four boxes. It's currently summer which is disgustingly hot and fizzing with heat waves. Autumn is cooler with its light rain and shedding but the heat still lingers. Winter gives you heavy sheets of rain and it often feels like you’ve dropped into an ice bucket not because we get sub-zero temperatures but because nothing in our city was built to withstand the cold. Spring has a freshness that only new buds and birth bring.

I love the idea of our desires moving like seasons because it creates a state of transcience, an understanding that it is quite natural and healthy to move through the weeks, months and years of our lives wanting, and needing different things. 

I think part of the problem with sex and pleasure is that we place an expectation on ourselves that is stale and unrealistic, and most of the time involves telling ourselves that we must be sexually active and kinky and sexy 100% of the time.

We fall for the clickbait articles that tell us “normal” people have sex this many times. Our thinking is skewed by porn and movies and tv and marketing and friends. We live in a world of immediate gratification and we’re encouraged to turn it on in an instant with one of the many additives we have at our disposal.

But you do not need to listen to the noise or to follow these things, I would implore you not to because if you’re listening to the noise and being influenced by others, you’re not giving yourself what you need. 

So ask yourself this: what is my season right now? What do I need?

Perhaps you’re craving skin-on-skin contact; a hug or a dance. Perhaps you want to be tied to the bedpost and degraded. Perhaps you want casual sex with no strings. Perhaps there’s a disconnect or a miscommunication that needs working through. 

You might not like this season you're in or you may be loving it but the beauty of seasons means it's gonna change, and I'm hoping you're receptive to this. Bring on the fucking ice bucket coz I am over this oven.