>>46924585YES, I LOVE SEX. SEX. I'm like the monkey who solves the puzzle and gets a little blast of orange juice, but instead of juice its SEX. Literally EVERYTHING I do revolves around SEX. Every social interaction, every physical endeavor or activity gravitates around the promise of feelings of LUST. Holding down a job, adquiring a hobby, attempting to create art, SEX. ALL SEX. I've been pavlovian conditioned to SALIVATE at the mere thought of FUCKING. SEX IS SO GOOD, IT MAKES MY BODY FEEL NICE FEELINGS. SEX SEX SEX SEX. I see a female character and I think about her nude, I see my coworkers and customers and imagine them with their clothes off. I am LITERALLY incapable of seeing 50% of the human population as anything other than WALKING SEX-MEAT. My sister and mother invoke SEXUAL FEELINGS on me, and I let it happen. I MASTURBATE at least 10 times a day, and only stop when the veins of my cock are so raw and throbbing that it feels like they'll rupture. I think about SEX when I eat, and when I breathe, and when I sleep. I have created numerous tulpas to have imaginary dream-sex with when in my off time, so not a moment is wasted without the feeling of SEX. Every movie I see, I imagine has a SEX scene. Every book I read, I conjure a SEX passage. All fics, or stories, or fiction and media I consume MUST have sex, that's simply a given. The end result and goal of all human societies, and the pinnacle of the human experience, has and always will be SEX, and so all art must include SEX. SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX SEX.
