Is sex beautiful? Is beauty sexual?
Is there an opposition between a tranquil highland landscape and a wetness dripping from in between the trembling thighs?
Is a hard penis pushing against the stretched fabric of suit trousers so in contradiction with the business agreement that is being negotiated? Is the intellect so untolerant to the fast hammering heardbeat, do our sexual instincts so despise the obsessive and imperious logic of our brain?
Is a naked body so different than a clothed one? Do clothes hide or, on the contrary, reveal? Or: neither? What arouses you more, the veins on her hand holding a pen, the movement of his larynx as he swallows, or the skin from which their pubic hair grows? When do you suddenly feel your nipples touch the texture of your shirt? They are always touching...
Do you strip bare when having sex or put on an animal mask to hide you?
Sex is not natural, because there is no nature. It died long ago. There is only culture. Sex is culture.
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Personal: Male, Poland, mid-twenties. Over-thinker.
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