So what is it about sex? What is it that makes us so preoccupied with it?
Even the most virtuous of us finds it at least to be a distraction.
Why is it that I could go on these sites and find a plethora of men willing to fall at their feet to pleasure me in ways that I’ve never heard of, yet they balk at the very suggestion of feelings or a commitment?
Why do we risk relationships and getting caught and ruin friendships over it?
Why does it overpower us?
Toys and movies and magazines and blogs and websites devoted to the subject.
We paint our lips red. We mess up our hair. We show erect nipples. All to make our objects subconsciously link us with the sex act.
If we haven’t had it in a while, it’s constantly in our thoughts. It’s in our thoughts even more if we have had it recently.
Why do we risk pain and humiliation and rejection simply for this one thing? Do we put that much effort into anything else?
What is it about sex?