I hate how we as a society rebel against human sexuality.
On the TV show Girlfriends, I recall the character Lynne once explaining how sex was a form of communication for her and just a real way for her to get herself across.
I feel that way often. It's hard for me to verbally express how I feel when my feelings are intense or even the slightest bit raw. When I'm in love, I'm not that girl who raves about how I can't breathe without him. I don't call the guy I'm infatuated with and talk his ear off about how much he's changed my life and yadda yadda yah...
But once we take it to that physical level, once I decide to share my body with someone, there are no inhibitions. I feel like that's when I can be exposed. There's should be no secrets in sex. Sex is freeing for me. It's a sharing that transcends the physicalities that religious zealots and conservative prudes try to reduce it to.
There's nothing like the taste of sweat on his collarbone, the way his lips feel across my skin, the sounds he makes when I pull him in closer, the look in his eyes when he realizes his pleasure is the only thing on my mind at that moment...
There is something so ethereal that happens when two people are so concentrated on each other that the world really does disappear for that period of time.
Yet, I hate how society shames those who enjoy sex. The condemnation of "fornicators" is a large part of the reasoning why I often partake in lengthy celibacy spells. We are not supposed to enjoy sex. Many act as though sex is only a labor that should be endured in order to reproduce.
I just hate how almost every single thing that I find freedom in is condemned.
And I just really need some good sex.
:o)
That's all this was really about, people.
