I mean, why did sex have to be so important? Why couldn’t people live together, spend their whole lives together, just because they like each other’s company? Just because they liked each other much more than they liked anyone else in the whole world?
If you found a person like that, you wouldn’t have to have sex. You could just hold them , couldn’t you? You could sit close to them, nestle into them so you could hear the machine of them churning away. You could press your ear against that person’s back, listening to the rhythm of them, knowing that you were both made of the same exact stuff. You could do things like that.
Sometimes, if you’re standing close enough to another person, you can’t even tell whose stomach is growling. You look at each other and then you both apologise and say, “That was me,” and then you laugh. You don’t need sex for that kind of thing to happen. For your body to forget how to tell if it’s hungry or not. For you to mistake someone’s hunger as your own.Tell The Wolves I’m Home by Carol Rifka-Brunt (via blackcloudsandrainydays)