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I Am Sex



 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.

My Heart.

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.

I'm sex.

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.

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