"Denying one's sexuality is like denying
one's existence." - Deepak, Jr.
It
seems that a great number of people are confused about sex and sexuality.
When
I speak, look at things, process touch, listen to music…I do these things
differently than anyone else. My
hormones are telling me how to react.
It’s chemical thing, sort of how I react to wasabi. When I shake a hand, or smell the breeze, or
process a woman’s laugh, I do it in the context of my sex. I am a male animal. I have no shame admitting that. On a nude beach, for example, there is very
little “sex” going on; there is a great deal of sexuality on display. But, there is no difference, at all, in the
boardrooms and hallways of any business on the face of this planet. It is difficult to have sex if some part of
the anatomy is not available for exploitation; it is not difficult, at all, to
express sexuality in every aspect of one’s life. I denied my sexuality, once, and fell asleep.
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