We Desire To be Grounded.

So does sex give real meaning to my life? Real purpose? Yes and no. It is meaningless in the objective or philosophic sense. But, for better or worse, it is meaningful on the personal, experiential level. We do agree to exchange with each other. We renew ourselves every so often. We’re nourished in what we go thru whatever kind of meaning we expect. That meaning may tangle us in intimacy, close care, joy, fore sight, body flaws, or the hope that life is OK.
The physiology of our wish too often does not equal our desire to assume that sex has meaning. We have a desire to be grounded. We have a desire to depend on some thing. But as we grow, we all have to get off the floor and walk, even though it seems so terribly high up there, and the floor seems so terribly hard, and to fall is so terribly scary.

Can we affirm our own life?
Is this DNA mandate harmful?
Do our bodies betray us?