Sex Is Fun, It's Light

There might be something about sexuality that's just by its very structure, so intensely personal that we keep it at the core as much as we can. I feel like if people are going into experiences where they're ignoring a whole bunch of themselves in order to get down this one tunnel of self-narrative and arousal, there's a kind of almost organic shame at having failed to show up as a full being. There's such an innocent playfulness and just fun to pleasure, but it seems light inside me. It doesn't have to be this heavy, serious like, oh my God, you did what? Or you like what?