I guess in our lives, while we’re deluded by the fact that we’re alive, we’re actually rarely “alive”. We’re mostly scurrying through, in our bubbles, clouded with expectations, fears. Life, just by being aware of our aliveness, can be an overwhelming experience.
Guess I’m just running after the anticipation of intimacy, a rush of serotonin and dopamine which just ends when you’ve cummed. Makes the whole thing a bit hollow, and leaves me a bit guilty.
Sex-mongering is a drug I guess