Ball Ache

I like to relate sex to love. Sometimes.

To most people, they are not the same thing. Which make's sense really, as you can fuck someone without even knowing their name, and you can love someone without ever getting into their pants.

But yet a still feel a strong connection between the two.

Why?

I'm a massively passionate person. Every now and then I will feel extremely strong about something and, for better or worse, I will become obsessed by it.

Whether it be my acting,

Or my previous girlfriends,

Or even something as stupid as playing a video game.

I become attached and my true and pure feelings will just spurt out.

I will get angry, or fall in love, or become addicted. I will always act in a different way, but the one thing it always has in common is that I will act irrationally. That's a fact.

I may act like a twat or an idiot, but I know deep down that it is that unadulterated, blind passion that keeps me doing it again and again.

Which is why I enjoy sex so much.

It is a way to connect to someone on a hugely personal level, yet without having to think about anything. You just feel. And never underestimate the importance, and beauty, of just feeling something without analysing it.

Sex thrusts these great feeling's on to you so quickly that you don't even notice it. All you notice is that you are getting harder, or wetter.

And when you are turned on, and that passion is running through your veins, I believe you are as close to being a purely instinctual, and visceral, human being as ever. And that is amazing.

Don't get me wrong. Thinking has a time and a place where it is absolutely necessary and enlightening and great. It's just sometimes, we have to forget about all of that and just go fuck a loved one's brains out.

Because forgetting about the world with someone close, is the only true way to show them you love them.

That and flowers, of course.

Follow your heart. Then follow your balls. Then follow your brain.