True intimacy is only possible through vulnerability, which means being honest about who I am.
Nobody likes to be manipulated, and that’s what our social masks are designed to do: manipulate other people’s opinions and behaviour in our favour.
But a sensitive, open heart can feel through the facade, and one’s carefully prepared fictions don’t interest an open heart.
We yearn to feel the truth in one another. The Real.
We ache for The Real.
Authenticity and vulnerability can be wildly sexy because they are acts of openly offering ourselves as Real as we come.
Besides, when you see me honour and share my Real you feel more comfortable to honour and share yours.
In that dance, intimacy is inevitable.