I'm not one of those people with a three-digit sex-number, but I'd like to be. I do think sex and love are separable, and have had a lot of fun at casual sex when I have ventured down that road. But I haven't done it very much - mostly out of discomfort in my own skin. I like sex; it feels good - its entertainment like going to the movies or something. At the same time, all you have to do to go to the movies is pay for it - with sex, there are expectations about experience, appearance, skill, etc. So I'm not promiscuous because I don't find myself sexy - that's the pathology; the guts to be as promiscuous as I'd like to be would be healthier than hating myself/my body and not following my desires, right?
There seems something less healthy about Andrea's desires than mine, though. (Is that a double-standard?). She seems to conflate sex and attention or closeness, and to enjoy being abused (perhaps because its all she knows). There seems like this running insecurity even in her enjoyment of sex ... which isn't how we all are, are we?
Really? Maybe it's because I'm a girl, or something, but I don't think I can have casual sex. I'm not saying that it's impossible for others, I just know that if I have sex I will get emotionally invested (although, I generally don't do anything with anyone unless I am at least somewhat involved with them). Yeah, it feels great, but there's so much other baggage that comes along with it...
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