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I’m 35 and love sex, but I’ve been celibate for 8 years — this is why​

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Published May 4, 2024, 12:37 p.m. ET

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Sofie Hagen -- who is non-binary and uses they/them pronouns -- says it's now been so long since intercourse that they fear it is off the cards forever.Getty Images for OnlyFans


A Danish comedian is speaking out about celibacy, revealing that it’s been more than 8 years since they had sex.

Sofie Hagen — who is non-binary and uses they/them pronouns — says it’s now been so long since intercourse that they fear it is off the cards forever.

“Right now, as I write, I haven’t had sex in 3,089 days,” the 35-year-old declares in their forthcoming book “Will I Ever Have Sex Again?,” excerpted in The Guardian.

“I do want a sex life. I want a happy, healthy, joyful sex life,” Hagen writes, revealing they lost their virginity at 16. “I would, in theory, like to have sex. I have a sex drive. I like orgasms. I like being touched.”

However, Hagen suddenly stopped being sexually active at the age of 27, despite a desire to continue getting hot and heavy.

The comedian candidly claims unresolved “trauma” means they can no longer bring themselves to physically have sex.

“I sign up for dating apps and swipe ‘Yes, please’ to anyone who feels safe, which is, let’s be honest, not that many,” they write. “Sometimes, I get a match. I will open strong. They reply and … a wave of discomfort overwhelms me. My abdomen feels tight, I start to sweat, my eyelids are heavy and I don’t want to have sex any more.”
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Hagen goes on to reveal that they have been processing a sexual assault that occurred in 2008.

In a harrowing excerpt from the book, Hagen explains that a male acquaintance forced them to have intercourse, despite the fact they repeatedly told him “no.”

The comedian initially dismissed the incident because they were intoxicated and subsequently agreed to go on a date with the man.

“It wasn’t until much later, when I began to reframe the night in question as ‘rape’ instead of ‘drunken sex’, that I began to feel stupid for agreeing to a date with my rapist,” Hagen writes.

Processing the trauma led to celibacy and, after years without sex, Hagen started to feel ashamed, believing it was unusual for someone in their 30s not to be getting steamy between the sheets.

“I was afraid that I would discover that I was alone in this,” they heartbreakingly write. “That I was a bit of a freak. And that I am very broken, in a very specific way, which would prove to be both unfixable and unrelatable.”
“Then, on a whim, I posted on social media: ‘Hey, I feel like there is a big obstacle between me and sex. Can anyone relate?’ Within 48 hours, I had received 1,800 responses from people of all ages, genders and backgrounds from all over the world and realized that even though none of us had the exact experiences, trauma plays a big part in everyone’s stories.”
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The responses have inspired Hagen to break down the stigma surrounding celibacy for young people, and unpack how unresolved traumas may impact our behavior.

The comedian also reveals that “underlying insecurity that comes from an entire lifetime of fatphobia” is another trauma that has potentially had an impact.


Hagen declares “I love my fat body” but admits to be being “s–t-scared” of f intimacy, rejection and not being desirable to potential sexual partners.

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The responses have inspired Hagen to break down the stigma surrounding celibacy for young people, and unpack how unresolved traumas may impact our behavior.

The comedian also reveals that “underlying insecurity that comes from an entire lifetime of fatphobia” is another trauma that has potentially had an impact.


Hagen declares “I love my fat body” but admits to be being “s–t-scared” of f intimacy, rejection and not being desirable to potential sexual partners.

Additionally, coming out as non-binary has been another issue for the comedian.

“How do I have sex without all the gendered sexual scripts?” they ask. “Not to mention my queerness – or rather, my being a 35-year-old queer person who has only ever slept with cis penises.”

Hagen feels hopeful that there will be sex in the future, but has ruled out doing the deed with a stranger, saying they want to feel safe, comfortable and valued.


“If I am ever to have sex again,” they write, “that is the kind of sex I want.”

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OP Notes: LOL Fat! But also this one checks all the boxes. Muh trauma, muh "regret" rape, and gender special bullshit.
 
Holy shit the Guardian article is somehow more pathetic.


Choice cuts:

"I first had sex when I was 16; I have since had quite a few people inside my body. Some were more welcome than others – like the surgeon who removed my inflamed appendix, and that incredibly hot Dutch photographer in a Utrecht Airbnb, to whom I would have given my appendix, had he asked. Others have only penetrated me with their words or in my fantasies. Some of the experiences feel unreal, like the guy who referred to himself as “Big Mike” and claimed that he was moving to Finland the next day, despite there being no packed moving boxes or suitcases in his house. I wouldn’t be able to pick him out of a lineup today.

I am torn between two different versions of that story. In one, I was twentysomething, wild, confident and single. I met a hot guy in a bar and we went back to his place. He read me some of his poems, I elegantly undressed and we had sex. Twice. The next day, when I was deliciously hungover, I revelled in the fact that we didn’t even exchange phone numbers, as if I was in Sex and the City.


Then there is the other version. The one in which I felt honoured that someone that conventionally attractive was interested. The one in which I was very aware that I was one of the only people left in the bar when he approached me and I ignored all the red flags – like the obvious lie about moving to Finland – clearly told so I knew this was just sex. The version in which I did leave him my number; he just never called. Though, a few days later, a friend of his got in touch and basically requested sex because he had heard I was “willing to do it with anyone”. In this version, while still at the bar, I desperately drank as much alcohol as I could afford because I needed to drown out the inner voice telling me that I didn’t really want to do this. I wanted to feel wanted, I wanted to orgasm, I wanted to feel safe. Instead, I settled for what I thought would be better than nothing"

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“How do I have sex without all the gendered sexual scripts?” they ask. “Not to mention my queerness – or rather, my being a 35-year-old queer person who has only ever slept with cis penises.”
"So obsessed with sex she's telling her entire sexual history to the newspaper, but doesn't know how to have it" is peak queer identity.
 
Sorry to keep bumping but this Guardian piece is just pure copium:

"There is also the fact that my relationship history has been littered with men who have kept me a secret because I am fat, or because they had wives or girlfriends. Their girlfriends were always thin. I was once waiting at a bus stop late at night and a guy stopped his bicycle to talk to me. He looked excited to see me, like a little boy at the zoo seeing a giraffe for the first time. He asked for my number so enthusiastically that I gave it to him. As he called the number to check I had given him the correct one, he said, “This is great. I just got engaged, but I’ve never tried sleeping with one of your kind before, so I want to try that before I get married.

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Also this bitch's pussy stank.

From the "rape"
"Erik, who was now lying next to me, started sulking. “Come on!” he said. (Did he pout, or am I just imagining that now, in retrospect?) I do know that he would not stop pleading. Come on. Please. I just want to go down on you. I love going down on women. Come on, please let me.

I said no, and I qualified my no: “I don’t want to. Besides, Sally and I have been on a two-day drinking tour of Copenhagen – I haven’t slept and I certainly haven’t showered.”

Erik kept pushing me, “Come on, I really, really want to, I promise it’s fine, I don’t care how it looks or smells or tastes, I just love it.”

Fine. My resistance was bothering him and I felt guilty. I stumbled into the bathroom, where I tried to wash my vagina over the sink as well as I could. I walked back into his room and laid down on the bed. He placed himself between my legs and began doing what I had specifically asked him not to do only a few minutes earlier. Then, he quickly stopped and pulled away.
“Ew, that tastes disgusting. Oh god,” he said and lay down next to me. My entire body recoiled in shame. The room that had been spinning around me came to a sobering halt. I wanted to leave my body, float out of the room and never return.
 
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