after a somewhat disappointing, but eye-opening, encounter last night i have come to a decision. me and pootalatte want more than just someone to fuck, and that, in essence, is the point of this whole silly celibacy thing - to find someone who actually cares about us...feelings...love... blah blah blah. no more will we confuse fucking with feelings, because we won't fuck unless there are legit emotions involed. i don't want to have sex with someone who doesnt care about me, or who i barely know, ew. more to the point, we will not disassociate sex and love. this is the element missing from a lot of previous sexual romps. while we had a great time fucking, thats all it was, fucking. and that is no longer appealing. we don't just have a smoking hot body, we are this smoking hot body. by having sex without the love part we tricked ourselves. making us think that our self-worth is tied up with physical ability instead of mutual connection, caring, and respect. i think our mind is dependent on the body, so does Whitman for that matter, but i digress. focusing on the actual connection between two people as opposed to finding someone you want to push into a storage room and do nasty things to will lead to relationships of far better quality and eventually the kind of sex that makes your eyes roll back in your head just thinking about.
"There is more reason in your body than in your best wisdom."
no more will we no long pay attention to what our body tells us. first impressions, gut intuitions, physic premonitions, bring it. we are listening.
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what good is sex if we aren't having orgasms anyways? and lord knows we aren't going to cum with most one-night stands.
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