Essay

Do you call Sex Love?
I've heard many poets and musicians refer to sex as love. I've heard many doctors and scientists call sex other words such as coitus, mating, sperm donations, copulation, intercourse, and some others. Do you call love sex? Or are you like me? I call sex sex, and love love. If you are like me and prefer to keep a term simple and comprehendable, then you may be interested in my list of vices that fall under the sexual conversation. The reason people like me do not call sex "love" is because of our experience in the six sexual vices which include: Danger, Jealousy, Disgust, Guilt, and Remorse. I will attempt to describe these vices with examples of horrible living circumstances that are quite painful to an individual so that the poets and musicians who wish to comprehend why some of us do not like calling love sex feel this way.
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Other job
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