We have all done it. After too many drinks we find ourselves doing what our sober selves would never do. We make that phone call to the one person in the world we know we should not be calling at two in the morning; the infamous drunk dial. It is the one mistake that we know in our hearts is a mistake even as we scroll through our contact list and press send.
"Don't give up the apartment." It was my first of what would eventually add up to 10 yearly appointments with Terry, a psychic who was popular among media types. But, real estate advice was hardly what I wanted for my $150. No, I wanted Terry to tell me what most people go to psychics to hear: that there was love on the horizon.
Sex doesn't have a uniform significance for all or even for one across encounters and partners. It's an existentially amorphous act. Beyond the imperative to procreate, sex has no inherent meaning. We construct the meaning. This is what makes it interesting. It's fluid, and as we change, so does the allegory of our sex.