How aMUSE-ing.

Sex. Sexy, sexy sex.
Sex is awesome, we all know it.

Daydream nation put it well:
    "Okay, let's just say that I have banged forty guys. What's the problem? You're just jealous because you've been, ah, brainwashed by puritanical assholes who think sex is a sin. But then again, your, ah, little gerbil-sized brain has been reprogrammed by the media to believe that sex is the be-all, end-all. So now you're stuck, right? 'Cause on the one hand you love to fuck, but afterwards you feel overwhelmed by guilt & you're not sure why. Maybe it's because sex is neither as good or as evil as you've built it up to be."

It does put us in a cruel position. Especially for women. I can't so much speak for men, perhaps in this day and age they feel both guilt and pressure to get laid, despite the difficulty of frigid girls (ha). Personally, I think sex is fucking awesome (no pun intended.) But the guilt associated with women enjoying sex and seeking it out, even these days, outweighs my urge to well, 'seek it out.'

In a sense I want to be a young, liberated woman, who sees someone attractive and says "whatevs, I'm young." Not to the extent of not using protection or anything, because being young does not give you super powers, and an ever more liberating society is sure to be a sespool for ...unspeakable things.  But I'm not, because I have morals, I want to be a challenge, I want to feel special. But also I don't want to be judged, by myself, by friends, by society. Oh lordy loo, what would your brothers think? Will you never get into heaven now? How scary.

The magical 'relationship' status changes it and makes it okay. But what if you don't want that? I don't know if I do or I don't. Perhaps I do. But not with anyone I know right now. So what? I'm supposed to be a responsible young person and do nothing? How very, very dull.

Sexual liberation my ass. The guilt of doing absolutely anything is unbearable.
This is absolute balls.

Sometimes sex can be inspiring. I've seen really intricate things during. I've seen colours and patterns that one (more pretentious than myself) would consider beautiful art. I've seen an entire kingdom with samurai and guards and high stone towers, and from memory I can't figure out why that had come to mind. Sex, a muse.

Once I read a trashy article in some girly magazine that Lady Gaga 'avoids' sex because it takes away from her creativity. Yeah, right. Then she admitted that drugs encourage her creativity. Celebrities are weird.

Peace.