i feel for people like my friend steve, in relationships where everything revolves around sex. the secret is, sex isn't a bandage. it doesn't hide anything or cure anything it doesn't help fix fight stop. i used to think it did. my penis used to think (still does) it did/does. sex is glorious. sex is wonderful. sex is orgasmic, even.

but sex can't dance. no sex cannot. sex never left and sex doesn't need to come back. sex fixes nothing but it makes you think for 93 seconds, for an hour and a half (i wish!) that everything everywhere is alright. everything is fixed. it's not.

i figured that out finally some time in the not so distant past. sex is awesome. but a relationship is ten thousand steps up. and sex fixes nothing except perhaps that it momentarily alleves that ever present fear of time stopping for a sec to think about what's really going on. sex, i realized, is just for fun. like pudding. except pudding, as it is a well-established fact -- well pudding cures everything. even the clap.