Love, sex, and bullshit. Its all that ever revolves around our easily distracted minds while we try to figure life out in a grand and tiresome fashion. We as humans, especially in our late teens and 20-something wise years rarely seem to understand much outside of love and sex. The mask i put on for society, the clothes i wear, the thoughts i think, and definitely the words i say, all it really wants to do, is get me laid.
What sometimes feels like love, is just a long sex thing these days. It doesnt do very well against the test of time. Sometimes what we call love is just the patience we have til we’re done getting off. All the cute gestures, small talk and sometimes long, all the connection we claim we have, all of it pours down the window once the fucking is done and juices spilled. From there its just an awkward talk away to the isolated comforts of our homes.
Sometimes I wonder, why is connection so dead. Why is the duality between the system and spiritual side so vast and challenging. Spiritually i want to connect, be one with person, literally, physically, mentally, and definitely have our souls collide. Those little thoughts we think about, colliding our bodies to create the kind of energy that makes the sun shine brighter, and flowers bloom all around. When it goes past simple physical pleasures to the realm of the universes colliding. Then there’s life in the system, mundane, chaotic, as good as it gets and yet lacks any sense of adventure at all. Its the monotony of putting myself inside someone i could barely care for, all my focus in making sure i feel good, usually prefer doggy since that way i dont have to look at what i might regret later. Sometimes hot, violent, borderline crazy, but still never an adventure. Be it whips, chains, blindfold and cuffs, the entire process remains the same, everything is predictable because at the end all i care is about getting off, once the juice is out , so am i.
Whats the point of it all, i dont even understand. Is it medical or biological, mental or spiritual. With sex, the grass definitely seems to be greener on the other side at all times, even wehn it seems fresh and bright on my side, it lasts for barely 20 minutes. Some say its love, but love takes a long vacation the moment the sex is fun no more. It hurts my brain, something so simple turned so complicated, maybe i think too much, or at times too little. At the end of the day, love sex and bullshit is all that makes our way.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/mxu4uy/love_sex_and_bullshit