Sex, something I am very open to talking about. Personally, I enjoy a few kinks. Hot wax, BDSM, and a few others. But what is sex? Is it procreation? I suppose so. But what about lesbian or gay sex? Why do we have sex for no reason? Because it feels good. When shared with the right person (or your dominant hand.) it can feel great. So that's that. At least in my opinion. I'm not going to ask why it feels good. I'm not a phycologist, I wouldn't know. But what is sex? I'll say that it's doing pleasurable stuff with your partner's (or someone from Craigslist's) genitals. Boom. Great definition. So, to me, what is sex? To me sex is sharing the most vulnerable part of yourself with someone. You don't have to love them. You don't have to be married to them. You just need to do stuff with each other. Simple. To me, sex is art. The blending of two bodies. Even if it doesn't look pretty in a traditional sense, it is beautiful. The enjoying of each other in the most primal and natural way. To me sex is the ultimate act. When you are in the middle of it you can't really do much else. To me, sex is pleasure. To me sex is merging your soul with the soul of whoever you're doing it with. To me sex is something that some people do to pass the time. What i'm saying by this is that sex is what you make of it. It can be an act of trust or it could be only for the physical pleasure. Sex can be so much. Sex can be art. Sex can be the ultimate act. Sex can be anything that I said that it is. Sex can be nothing that I said it is. Because at the end of it, all that matters is what you thought of it. What you got from it. What you say sex is. Because when you're having sex it might be pleasant, it might be horrible. It is whatever you make of it. Because I can't say what sex is. I can only say what it is to me. You aren't me. You are going to think of sex differently. For some it is a way to make money. For some it is art. For some it is nothing. And whatever it is, it's yours. So, I can't finish the sentence. I dare you to try. Sex is...
