It's called "Ewok Village Sex" and it will blow your mind.

Genophobia: (n) A fear of sexual relations.

Erotophobia: (n) A fear of sexual relations; physical love.

"Physical love."

"Love."

Hmm....

How do you know when a fear you have is an actual issue? A legit phobia that makes your head spin in circles, and your attitude sexually apathetic as a defense mechanism?

It's not so much the risk involved that I fear, or the fear of losing a friend, or physical pain, or whatever have you. It's gotta be something else. Something deeper. This I'm sure.

Maybe it's the vulnerability. The fear of feeling something so strong in the moment, and then not feeling anything right after. Or the next day. I guess what I'm really saying, is that I fear I actually do have those feelings towards sexuality stereotypical of a man. Why is that such a bad thing? I guess that's what a Maneater is. But I'm not a maneater. Which is why my feelings create conflict between my head, my heart and my hormones. The 3 H's. Hell.

Or maybe that's not it at all. Maybe I value sexuality too much. Do I?

Do you think that's a bad thing?

I don't think it's a bad thing. I just think it's my thing.

My thing, to myself. For myself. But in an unselfish kind of way.

There's nothing better than the feelings I have for friends - with friends. There is no having of the sex with friends (well with my friends anyways). The focus is just on having good times together. Making "a night."

Picture this. There's a bunch of us. Friends. We decide to go wander the forests of Ewok village. I think it's some sort of amusement park that's like a recreation of Ewok village in Star Wars.

Anyways, a few of us wander off, and we find a girl's purse. Some urbanite Asian chic who we saw just ahead. She must of lost it. That sucks... for her. But we're a little hazy so instead of returning it... we go through it. Not for money. Just to fulfill our curiosity.

Inside one of us pulls out this jar of face glitter. You open it and we start throwing it around. And it shines, like, in the moonlight and stuff. And the colors start to blur like lasers. And it's crazy. And we laugh. Maybe we took ecstasy. I don't know. We're foolish sometimes. But it's fun. So fun.

But why is it fun? Is it because I want to flirt with one of you? Is it because a few of us wandered off to be alone and touch and give each other adolescent hickeys and handjobs and stuff?

So is it because of the sexual tension?

But I thought the fun part of being with friends is that there was nothing sexual about it? That we don't have to worry about all the sex and the tension and that perplexing gaze?

That's wrong. There's always something sexual about every situation involving sexes that are attracted to each other - whether opposite, or the same.

And it all goes back to that theme in When Harry Met Sally. That iconic, heavyset question about men and women and if they can truly, sincerely, HONEST TO GODLY be friends without at least ONE of them thinking of their friend AT ONE POINT in a sexual way.

I think it's true.

So much for getting high in Ewok Village on a platonic level. But if it was all platonic... would it be just as fun? I don't think so.

Does having a crush on someone you're hanging out with, make it all the more exciting, even if nothing happens?

I think it does.

xoLO

So, who have you undressed with your eyes lately?