Sex and Writing

I looked up to the TV while my mom was watching a movie. Lonely Planet. Honestly, I do not know how to feel about it, since I have been studying and not paying attention to the TV. However, I looked up because I heard noises and saw a lot of movement. Sex. It was sex.

I enjoy sex scenes. I enjoy sexual content. I love the eroticism and intensity it can show. Why? I think as humans it has been ingrained somewhere in our brains that we must have sex. That sex is the answer. That we want sex.

We reproduce that way. We connect to our partners that way. It is pretty awesome.

But as I watched this scene and saw the couple lay in bed intertwined together. I couldn’t help but miss my boyfriend. I miss him. I want to have sex with him. I wish to just lay next to him. He is my home, my comfort, my safety, my favorite warmth source.

Why should I write and share this with the world? Honestly there is no reason. No one needs to know what I think about. I just wanted to say it.

Writing, just like sex, helps connect us to others; to our inner selves sometimes. As I think back to the name of the movie, honestly, I think I feel lonely right now. Maybe we all live on a lonely planet and through sex and writing we can become one.