sex sex sex sex sex

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there is an abundance, an almost outrageous abundance,
of energy that we humans devote to sex
doing it, talking about it, worrying about who
else is doing it with whom.

it somehow all seems ridiculous and yet here I am writing about it. what an odd urge we have. supposedly it is derived from it's biological purpose to procreate but thru socialization the act has taken on many other fascades.

It's sometimes thought of as an extra-corricular activity, a sport. it can be a tool to symbolize power or subservience. it can be a sign of love, hate, loyalty, comaraderie, or even a sign of disrespect. it can be a drug or a balm. no matter what, it always seems that the day after you've decided you've had enough, the day after you decide you don't care anymore and can go on without ever experiencing it again, is the day you find yourself making out with someone you should'nt be, someone who will be more heartache than anything else.

oh well. I'm no whore, but i ain't no virgin either.