In a world that honors monogamy, I am on a constant quest to justify my love of the
single life and promiscuity. I live comfortably with the sexual politics I adhere to as a
woman. Almost as if I were the antithesis to St Valentine. So in honor of this high-
pressured, Hallmark-Holiday, I would like to address a concept on many people's
agendas and cards -='the act of making love'=- what the hell is that suppose to mean??
Riddle me this...

what is this "making love"? seems like people are always trying to
make/create it without ever really having any concrete proof that
theymade anything? And isn't love a feeling? How do you
make feelings or make someone else have feelings? and if you already
made love, then where is it after the wet spot's gone? And what comes
next, super-love or anti-love? or do you just keep making more and more love and hope
that there is no sudden limit? Can you ever really make enough of it to hold over for
those days you cant make any? and is that why people have so much sex before
marriage? so they can stockpile enough love credits to clear the proverbial love hurdle of
matrimony? is that the sexual plateau, the "bland canyon"? could the act of making love
become more like a chore like making dinner? That would only lead to resentment and
less orgasms!

and what is meant of the words "the act"? is it the abridged slang of the verb to
perform? or the noun acts ~ such as that in plays, theater or
entertainment? Would that make me an actor and isn't acting really
just pretending to be something or someone else? This question remains unanswerable:
While performing the act of making love; are women pretending to be
into it as part of their wifely role; and, are men pretending their wives
are someone else whom they only fantasize about performing with? Or are they both just
acting out their respective parts?

In this case, wouldn't the act of making love discriminate singles, like me, from indulging
in any dignified sex at all? Ergo, I am forced to choose between abstinence while I am
not in a loving relationship or uncomplicated, selfish-whore fucking in lieu of one. I
choose neither, I choose to be free from those silly stigmas. I choose raw fucking over
pretending to want to produce a strong emotional response from another human being
who could be fucking someone else in his mind anyways.Its all about the orgasm really. I can be pleasured, single and
happy all at the same time. Men rarely refer to sex as making love, to them its just
fucking- married or single. I don't have to feel slighted that I am not able to engage in "the act
of making love", as I am HAPPY to be FUCKING and fucking happy to be single. It's a wonderful thing! I think it is a
brilliant way to live for I can concentrate on coming and not worry about
where it might be going.