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sex.
why are we always so obsessed?
she's thirteen and she only feels full when someone else is inside her. that's not how it's supposed to be. she's supposed to be having her heart flutter because someone she fancies brushed their hand against hers. she shouldn't be feeling the need to open her legs up to a junior in high school who says he gets a thrill from her being so young.
that's absolutely repulsive.
we aren't supposed to be objects that give us a thrill for the three and a half minutes that a horny kid will last. what happened to sexual intimacy being only with the one you share an emotional, romantic bond with; the one you want to stay for more than one night? oh, wait, sorry, i forgot. that's just something that the hopefuls have made up. the ones who would rather genuinely wait for something like that instead of getting involved with someone they met half an hour ago.
why does this overwhelm most? i guess that's too much responsibility for some people. i guess that's why they try to forget the fact that they just shared the same encounter as a married couple would, a couple who have raised their children together and gave their life a solid foundation. to most people lately the strongest foundation in their life is what they cake on their face every morning to look alive again. that thirteen year old girl does the same thing.
i guess that loveless sex is something that is normal to the human race. sex without purpose other than pleasure. arranged love and marriage and intercourse has always been around. maybe i'm one of the few who find that to be wrong. i'm not religious, for i have lost hope in that. maybe everyone else has just lost hope in love, the kind that makes you want to do things other than simply have sex with someone. i cross my fingers with the belief i won't ever lose faith in that. i wouldn't be able to carry on without that hope.
