Is their any physical act that comes unattached to sentiment? From kissing my roommate to copulating with a man I know my friend desires, recreating a weekend with an ex boyfriend I swore never again to lusting after a known playboy, entertaining fantasies and flirting shamelessly with a man I love who I know doesn't love me back to coupling with a person who's already part of a couple, repeatedly pulling a gay man (or two) to contemplating the same with a woman, I seem to seek out indecencies that are often frowned upon. Or some might even say, self-destructive. While the experiences leave me stressed and regretful in the morning, there's an energy, almost like a high, that urges me to do it again. When these acts are laid bare, they seem to rise up from the page like the shaking, disappointed face of my mother. But if physical acts always come with a bevy of emotion, then whether it's me reeling from them or the next person, it's going to happen sooner or later, right?
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