Mae West described sex as "emotion in motion." Unpack this idea in a post.
I don't wannnnna. Sex is gross. Talking about it lately really bums me out. Probably because I am so very, very, very, very, very tired. Also, Prozac.
At first I thought I was going to have to disagree with the highly respected philosopher, Mae West, but then the more I thought about it, the more I decided that she was right. Because the emotion that you are putting in motion doesn't have to be love. It can be sadness. Or loneliness. Or insecurity. Or joy. Or spite. And for those times you engage in the drinks or the smoking of funny cigarettes, and the emotions come the next day after you've sobered up, it can be guilt, embarrassment, or pride (depending on what you wake up next in the morning).
The entire time I wrote this I thought of my spirit animal, Liz Lemon.
Jenna Maroney: How's the sex?
Liz Lemon: Fast and only on Saturdays. It's perfect.