the meaning of sex, or lack therof?

i find sex quite meaningful, for better or worse.  i’ve tried to have nsa sex, but it’s much too intimate and i do get attached.

it’s refreshingly easy to talk to people right after you’ve fucked them, so long as they don’t fall asleep immediately afterward.

my coworker had a friend who she figured was entranced with physical intimacy as an illusion for genuine intimacy.  the intimacy is certainly enthralling, which is probably why i love sex so much.  life can get lonely.

can one learn to dissociate sex from emotion in a way that’s healthy and guilt-free?  i envy people who can.

i only felt cheap when i conducted a few liasons with a few different men last summer.  the puritan streak is strong with this one.