The idea of sex intrigues me.

Humans, by definition, are animals. And animals act upon instincts. They mate when they need to, not necessarily because they are attracted to the other.

But then we humans always denied the fact that we're animals. Being called an animal is considered an insult. We all think we're better than that.

So. Do we follow our animal instincts and have sex with whoever whenever just because we feel that urge to do it or do we follow what society tells us: make love instead of have sex, wait for the perfect person who we think we'd be with for the rest of our lives?

**side note: This was actually my second thought in the morning. My first thought was a verse of a poem about Alexander Skarsgard. The lines just suddenly flowed along with images of me nuzzling in the "familiar" crook of his ocean scented neck. I didn't write them down though because this sex epiphany jumped into me and instead of writing down the poem, I chose to put this epiphany into typed words.

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