Sex is disgusting, but fun. But it's disgusting...but it's fun. But it's disgusting....but it's fun.
Ahem, sorry, Penn moment.
Me and my current "partner" (That's a whole can of worms best left unmentioned) get into disagreements about this all the time. She claims that my wanting to be out in the world, free to flirt and talk to whoever and whatever, be it about sex or about weather, is akin to wanting to pounce on the nearest available tail at my earliest discretion without so much as asking their name.
This isn't true. I just like being flirtatious, it's apparently in my nature and has been a part of my life for the past decade and a half.
What I actually want is just to be able to...well, be free. I don't want to be married just yet. That doesn't mean that I wouldn't and couldn't be head over heels with someone and they'd then become my world and such, but at present I'm just kind of wandering around in romance.
Sex is sex. It's a biological act brought on by chemical interactions in your brain and a certain subset of pheromones in either party being appealing to the other. Love and romantic involvement are a secondary aspect. You have sex because you want to have sex (masturbation counts too in terms of relieving that desire). You have sex with that particular person because you like that particular person and want to share that aspect of life with them.
I'm not all that jaded really...sex, on a casual level, isn't for me. I don't really like the idea of sharing bodily fluids with a stranger. ;P