Where does it come from? Why are some of us attracted to the opposite form and some of us the same? Sex is a poetic act, it's a metaphor; a metaphor for what? Are we are our forms? Am I a middle-aged white guy on the inside, too? Or inside, could I be an Asian girl? I guess I was trying to fuck my way to the answer, then I realized, I gotta stop the drugs, the girls (males), trying to be a girl. I got into Buddhism, which is all about spirit versus form, detaching from self, getting off the never-ending carousel of lust and suffering. Being sober isn't so hard, being celibate, though, I still miss that bussy, man.