Sex is good, but have you tried…?

Sex is good, but have you tried waking up without an alarm? Getting out of bed and going to the bathroom in your underwear to get back to wallowing with no purpose? Having no obligations is still fun, but how do you feel when you leave the house to go out to eat with a friend? And eating in restaurants? Yeah, look, it’s fun, but how about eating pizza at home while watching TV? Watching TV all day is OK, but an evening in the theater with a movie that blows your mind, makes you wonder what the fuck you’re doing in this world, and doesn’t let go until weeks or maybe months later.

And if we talk about having a quiet day. A good breakfast and a good shit. Buses and trains arriving on time. The sun shining but not hot. Smiles from the people sitting near you. Complicit but not depraved glances. Everyone showered and cleaned in the morning. No, that’s not better than sex. But how about receiving your paycheck at the end of the month and making it last smoothly? Being able to tell your family what you’ve had stuck in your throat for years? Not feeling pain in your knees. Feeling healthy. To know that you are not pregnant after a good fuck. To know that you could still have children.

That makes you happy, but have you tried watching videos of puppies? And the ones of cats hitting people? And those of dogs throwing people away? Ok, those are cruel, but don’t you sometimes like to laugh at the forbidden, cry with laughter, until you lose your breath and can’t hold your pee? The absurdity of the foolish, the shamelessness, and the nonsense. Don’t you sometimes feel like rolling down under a mountain?

Look, sex is fine, but what about the kisses behind the ear, behind the neck, where your eyes don’t reach? Hands intertwined while fingers caress each other? The foreheads collided and the legs entangled. The silenced screams by the pillow. The foreplay. The end. The head on the chest listening to the heartbeat. The voices in your head being silenced by their sighs. The dreams you tell each other in the morning. The joke you tell no one else. Your darkest secrets. The ghosts that haunt you when you walk at night in lonely places, to your front door, to the bathroom, and look you straight in the eye in the mirror.

How does this end in something dark, you ask?

Let me ask you, how did you think it would end?