I recently came up with an analogy that describes my feeling regarding sex very well.

It's like riding a roller coaster. I'm standing in line, waiting to get on, dreading it but excited at the same time. It takes every ounce of self control I have not to get out of line. Finally, I make it to the front and get on the ride. For the most part, I love it (even though I am curled up in a ball with my eyes squeezed shut - LOL!) and when the ride is over, I'm glad I did it, though it takes 20 minutes or so for my heart rate and adrenaline levels to go back to normal. During the ride, I am feeling terror, excitement, that 'GET ME OFF THIS THING!' feeling, and hating that feeling in my stomach when I'm going down the big hills, but overall, it's still a lot of fun.

Does this make sense to anyone?