Something so simple, so
pure, so
wholesome, and so
viscerally,
primally enjoyable. Why the hell do people have so much trouble with the
concept? Is it the the
emotional baggage with which we saddle anything pertaining to
sex? Perhaps we can see the matter more objectively through an
allegory. Ah, here's one now...
An Allegory
I like to go to
movies. It's
more fun to go with
friends,
but if the movie is good, it
doesn't really matter who I
watch it with. Sometimes my
friends go to the movies
without me, and that's okay...
I'll get to go
next time. Now,
imagine I had a friend who
absolutely couldn't
relax and
enjoy a movie unless...
- I professed a deep, profound,
undying, lifelong devotion to
her that went way beyond the
superficial pleasure of
watching movies.
- I committed to never, ever
watching a movie with anybody
but her.
One would think my friend was
pretty
psycho and
co-dependent,
wouldn't one? One would think that this sort of
neurotic behavior could
jeopardize a perfectly good friendship and prevent it from progressing to the sort of deep, profound stage she claims to want.