soar

Let's say hypothetically... you were to have sex while skydiving. Hear me out. You are plumetting towards the ground, going 400km/h. The ground is rapidly getting bigger in front of your widening eyes. You are desperate to have sex and somehow link up with your partner. Are you going to bother unrolling a condom and getting the packaging, and then littering, and maybe ruining your moment? You will probably be littering too, because i don't know the povcket size on the suits. You're finally ready to start, and WHAM.. you become a pancake. Somehow you were too busy focusing on a slimy cylinder, and now there have been too tragic deaths. Your own and a partner. The funerals are hardly attended, both of your families are humiliated and disapointed that you didn't know how to pull a parachute because you were focusing too hard on rubber. 

This might sound like an impossible scenario to you, maybe i sound dramatic right? wron. I truly feel as though each time I engage in genuine spiritual sex, I am skydiving - my whole body activates and I soar, I fly, I feel as though I am blown through a million physical modalities and about 7 emotional states. The difference is that I choose how I land. Two feet on the ground. I don't avoid the moment, I don't try and hide from the oncoming ground. I face it and welcome it; we were always connected, and I am simply returning to home base, after a near feral experience. Un-rubbered sex actually has a lot in common to skydiving, if you are only open enough to soar. 

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