Love Is Sex Until It Isn't

This is my alter ego speaking. I do ultimately believe in a certain kind of love. There are people in our lives who have penetrated our psyche so deeply, we will, on some level, desire them for life….but….

Love is largely a fairy tale.

For most, all that matters is sex.

Wild, unadulterated, uninhibited, uncommitted, carnal pleasure.

Nobody gives a hoot about passion or romance. They want sex. Do not fool yourself, attractive people have lots of it, less attractive people don’t. Sex feels good; love hurts.

You cannot trust anybody. You are either worthless and weak or overbearing and controlling. Set up friends with benefits in as many places as you can. Play the field; play the whole world. Protect your heart and just have fun.

Have sex until one of you is tired of it. Have multiple partners, and you will always have someone to “love”. Just keep revolving. Keep swiping. Keep asking. But do not dare expect a damn thing. Be grateful technology affords you a portal to never-ending opportunities. Don’t dwell.

Afraid the object of your desire is also having sex with other people. No need to be afraid, they are.

You feel secure because someone says you’re in a relationship? Hahaha. You’re as secure as a fish on a hook.

You think you are a romantic, or a wise soul because you are drenched in passion and commitment, and loyalty. Usually foolishness.

The happiest people are those with just enough ego, pathological narcissism, and self-confidence to exploit someone at the moment, and not one second more. No lingering thoughts of a future life together. No nonsensical notions of compatibility. Just pure….we’ve got tonight baby, don’t worry about tomorrow.

You know damn well, no matter how disciplined or committed you may be, if the opportunity arises, you will take it.

We all lose our minds when we find someone to whom we are physically attracted. We are willing to say and do things for them that make no logical sense. We are willing to forsake it all, for someone who temporarily hijacks our brain chemistry and plays us like a marionette.

It used to be easy to have illicit, private, affairs and simply keep it to yourself. But we are now wired with smartphones, surveillance cameras, tracking chips, and a myriad of other unassuming and often invisible devices that listen and record our every word and action.

You want to stray on your spouse, you are going to get busted. Period. So, stop thinking, stop moralizing, stop torturing yourself and just surrender to the world we live in.

A world where every night can be a magical, mysterious, spin on the sexual roulette wheel. Swipe a little. Date a little. Make your move. And the law of statistics will work in your favor. Yes, you too can live the life of your sexual dreams. Just keep tinkering with those filters, and your time will come. Guaranteed.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with occasionally trying to get off the sexual roulette wheel and commit to one person for life. It is certainly worth a gamble. And if you succeed, a sincere tip of the hat to you.

Maybe we only find out who our true love is, toward the end of our lives. When we are no longer as physically attractive. When being there for someone, matters the most. When there is an inexplicable closeness based on cherished memories and layers of passion, joy, and shared experience.

Maybe love is everything except sex.

Maybe love is knowing, regardless of how many flings or meaningless romps occur, someone drops everything when you need them. Not because you make their heart flutter, or because you make them weak in the knees, but because they are compelled to be by your side.

Because you bring them unimaginable joy. Because you make them laugh. Because you make them feel alive. Because….they love you.