You know what's killed for me? Sex. The concept of it. It's like, whenever someone mentions it, I cringe. I wish I didn't. I wish I didn't feel all hush hush about it.
I mean, it's not disgusting. It shouldn't be. It should the most intimate and beautiful way of showing love to your spouse. But most of the time, it isn't.
It's abuse to venerable girls (mostly girls, but sometimes guys).
It's splattered all across the Internet.
It's paid for - by lonely people for one night (or more) - by the hour.
It's showed off in movies by actors.
It's not treated as special as it should be. And it sucks to me. Because I have a bad connotation toward it. The only happy thought I have toward it every day is my parents. I love that they have and had sex. They might kill me if they read this... I don't know... (lol)
But I love how much they love each other even now after seven kids and YEARS!! (i think about 25) of marriage. They give sex a good name. Thank you mum and dad. You guys are an awesome couple!