I happen to think *** can be extremely fun, heh. In my experience some women are of the mind, that, *** is some how, 'different,' from all other activities. It's that activity that stands all alone, on some island, aside from everything else. It's not.
I can see how it might be viewed that way, and that is what it is. But, to me, love, is something that exists on a spectrum. Red is perhaps carnal passion. Blue is perhaps deep intellectual intimacy. Yellow is perhaps shared experiences of joy. Purple perhaps is a spiritual connection.
So, I think all these things can mix and match, in all sorts of interesting ways. I once was in a relationship where my female partner was mad at ME for not having had *** in over a month. (shame on me
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***, in of itself, isn't really all that special. I think it's more of what we communicate with it, that can be special. Some times it's as simple as a casual fling. Other times it's a deep expression of true love. Other times, it's playtime with a very close friend.
If you find you are just not that interested in ***, then, my advice would be, make sure as hell, your partner, also only finds it mildly interesting. Otherwise, there will be trouble. Same as there would be trouble if you _loved_ to read, and your partner hated reading. At the beginning, it might not seem like a problem; but, when you get to the point where you really need an outlet for that part of yourself, and your partner just isn't into Robert Frost poems, you'll probably end up feeling very alone in a very important department. And you will be, because your partner will very likely, just never get it, when it comes to the fine arts of literature.
In my opinion, a healthy relationship, more often than not, will involve a healthy amount of ***, of mutual enjoyment and beneficence. Why? Because we are human. Humans are designed to eat food, defecate, sleep, and procreate. It sounds bad when you put it that way; but, it's not. We have those needs, wants, and desires. We also have dreams, high lofty thoughts, sentimental emotions, deep love, altruistic inclinations, and it all goes together. These things are not separate.
It's like a wedding dress. How many people buy these expensive wedding dresses, that they will only wear once in their lives, and then give back to the rental place, or put into a plastic bag, never to be worn again? I think that's silly, but, I think, we some times treat *** like that. Like it's some one time thing, meant only for a certain occasion. It's a dress. A dress is a dress. Some dresses are fancy and worn only once, others are beloved, and worn quite frequently; but, they are all dresses. And a dress has it's occasions, and other times it doesn't. And, some times people just don't like wearing dresses at all. heh. And that's okay.
