New rule: If my therapist really wants me to be “comfortable,” I have to be allowed to take off my bra. And have a glass of wine.
But I guess that’s how some porno movies start, so maybe that’s not what I’m going for.
Then AGAIN, I am pretty much never more comfortable than I am post-orgasm.
So. Ideal therapeutic session: slightly tipsy, bra-less, post-coital. *nod* I think I’ve found my business model.