Bad news: a friend from my recovery group who is also in my PhD program relapsed
Good news: I babysat him last night instead of hurting myself like I'd planned
Complicated news: stuff happened between us
Bad news: he was drunk
Good news: therefore it was just cuddling and spooning, despite his best efforts to convince me that he was sober enough to consent to anything.
Complicated news: but then more than just cuddling happened this morning when we woke up and he was mostly sober
Good news: but it wasn't quite sex
Bad news: if I talk to you about this that means talking to you about sex. And that's like worse than talking to my mom about sex.
Worse news: it's difficult to have a conversation about my sex life without talking about my insecurities about my body. And I think I would rather die than have a conversation with you about what I look like naked.