Can I have the floor for a second?
I would like to speak honestly and from a place that has seen less light than Helen Keller.
I am not sex.
I reach out for my phone to prove this statements validity. I will reinforce it by calling and hearing the reassuring voice of a friend.
*scrolling through contacts*
Where is my objective, unbiased friend?
Oh, wait. There isn't one. All my "straight" girlfriends used me to experiment and the few guy friends I have, well, used me to experiment. Okay, maybe family.... wait, shit.
There is no pointing fingers, passing blame or side-stepping this unfortunate realisation.
I am sex
I may be witty, charming, surprisingly strong and possess an amazing vocabulary.
But, I am Sex.