after watching sideways last night and having prolonged discussions about it in apush and bio i have come to the following conclusion:
sex is really weird.
i don't mean that in a sophmoric sense (lyke, ew! he's naked! and so is she! ga-ross, why would anyone want to do that?!), but when you get right down to it, it's awkward, messy, emotional, and pretty silly looking. there is so much fuss made about sex; how to stop kids from having it, why it's a sin, why it isn't, how to get better, how to get any, not to mention the amazing amount of silly and crude euphemisims created just so we don't have to talk about it. (it, making whoopie, doing the deed, getting laid, the mattress mambo among many, many others)
i think the physical act of sex in itself is nothing bad, but that doesn't mean i'm about to go out and bang every guy i meet. sex is much more then the physical act. there is so much trust placed upon both partners, so many emotions tangled up with it (my gosh, the emotions!), so many risks, it's crazy.
there wasn't ever any real point to this, just me musing.
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