a maybe reason.

What is a human being without sex? It pains the intellectual ego of a much too constructed self image to admit just how right Freud might've been. That invisible, touchable, tastable strings pulling and pushing are nothing but the thrust and shove of the profoundly animalistic. That the erotic nature of the coming and going of every wave can belong to the most innocent of infants. That friendships depend on a sexual tension to keep them afloat or the release that spirals into nothing but a butterfly effect.