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I heard about a kid who used to burn palm crosses whenever sex sauntered across his mind. He was a normal adolescent but confused about one of the most powerful drivers in his life. He ‘s not alone in that confusion.
Whether you’re a princess, bishop, rubbish collector, nun, teacher, bus conductor, judge, or prime minister, sex will form part of your life. It might be the screeching, panting, sweaty variety or demure holding hands kind. If you’re celibate, through accident or design, it might only appear as a trace of the chemical cocktail that fuels us all, but it will be there.
For something so universal, it’s not surprising that it dominates the way we see others. Sexy, hot, pervert, slag, stud, beast, queer, straight. Sticky labels that no matter how much we pick and scrape at them leave torn reminders that we appear to be one-dimensional creatures imprisoned by sexuality. Like a tsunami in its intensity, often short lived and with tragic consequences when it goes wrong. Read more
Sources
- Sande Ramage in Spirited Crone
- Image: Gups-Y-Bees
Sande Ramage is an Anglican priest and blogger.
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