I’ve been playing Kacey Musgraves’s “Dry Spell” on repeat lately. So much so that I think I manifested writing this article. Personally, I would have preferred to manifest the end of a dry spell, but a commission will do. And if a beautiful, successful, world-renowned country superstar can find herself singing about a sexual drought, the rest of us can stop treating ours as a personal failure.

Of course, sometimes the person you want to have sex with is right there. Sharing your bed. Asking whether you paid the electric bill. Somehow, making a move on someone who has seen you naked approximately a thousand times now feels intimidating. The longer it’s been, the easier it is to turn the next encounter into a referendum on your entire relationship.…